Hailee's POV
I came into the room to find (Y/N) dressed in a hoodie and shorts, trying to distract herself from the day she'd had. And I don't blame her.
Well, now (Y/N)'s dad has gone too far. As if not being there wasn't enough to handle for her, she had to find out that he'd been cheating on her mom. With her best friend no less. My heart bled for her, really it did. How can you do that to someone you supposedly loved? It's beyond me.
I walk into the room and plop myself down gently. "Hey, you okay?" I ask her. Stupid question. "What'd you think, Haiz?" she responded, with the sad voice I knew oh so well. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked that." I told her, leaning on her shoulder and taking my hand. "I'm not even worried about myself. I'm actually worried about my mom." she told me as she kissed my fingers. Despite the situation, my heart jumped at the touch of her lips against my hand.
"This is gonna destroy her." she continued to say. I could tell she wanted to let her know — but how? This was a definite toughie. "Well, maybe you could invite her out to lunch and tell her." I suggest, rubbing her back. "I don't know what to do, Haiz." she said to me. She then proceeds to bury her face in her hands. I continue to gently rub her back, trying to give her as much time as possible. This was something I knew I couldn't go through alone.
"I'm just so angry. What kind of person is he?" she said, her eyes, now flooding with tears. As the tears flow, I could she was hesitant to let them drip down. I couldn't just sit and watch her like this. I dried her tears, bringing her face to my chest. She gave into my gesture and buried herself in. She's the sweetest when she does that.
"There, there. It's gonna be alright." I tell her, kissing her head as she buried herself into my chest. I kept rubbing her back until she felt she'd gotten it out. "I think imma tell her. But I've got to call him first." she then said to me. She stood up from my embrace, picking up her phone to call her dad. "I'll be right here if you need me." I told her. She gave me a weak smile before leaving the room.
I decide to give her some space, so I decide to read a book to relax the atmosphere. But whatever I'd been doing seemed to be bringing me back to (Y/N). This is tough to go through. I feel terrible and I have nothing to do with it. It's between her mom and dad, but look at how much it affects their children. It affects the people around their children as well. This hurts, needless to say.
A few minutes roll by and I suddenly hear yelling. I swiftly get up from our bed, inching closer to the wall so I could hear better. "Well, why'd you do it then?" I hear her yell into the phone. Man, I'd hate to piss her off.
"Don't tell me to calm down! Don't you ever tell me to calm down. Your words don't soothe me." she says into the phone. "That's it. Mom's gonna find out tonight at dinner. I'm not defending you in the slightest. She deserves more than you could ever provide." she says, quickly hanging up. She angrily scoffs and starts to walk out of the room. I quickly rush back onto the bed, making it seem like I didn't overhear.
She walked in the room, sits down on the bed and starts to contemplate. I draw myself up and move towards her. "She deserves better." says (Y/N) as she starts to shake. Her stress's kicking in. I continue to rub her back again. "Yes, she does. I'm sorry you're going through this, baby." I tell her. I kiss her shoulder blade, contemplating what to do.
"Imma kill him." she said, putting on her jacket and shoes. "What?" I ask, making sure I heard her right. "Imma give him a piece of my mind. The phone wasn't enough." she says. I watch her get dressed, but stop her at the door of our bedroom. "Hailee, let me through." she warns me. "No." I simply tell her.
"Hailee, what're you doing?" she says, her eyes clearly flushed with anger. "Keeping you from doing something you'll regret." I tell her. "Look, I get it. You love your mom, and needless to say that your dad is a pretty big a-hole. But do you think it's worth it? I mean, really think about it." I tell her. She steps back. "What else do I do? He deserves it." she tells me.
"(Y/N/N), look at me." I tell her. She obeys me, her eyes meeting mine. "He may deserve it. But by giving this heed, you're also saying he deserves your time. Does he deserve that?" I ask her. She looks at me, and shakes her head. "Your mom has the right to know, and she will. For now, just sit and wait for dinner." I assure her.
"Will you be there?" she asks me. I look at her with the what-type-of-question-is-that face. "What kind of girlfriend would I be if I'm not?" I rhetorically ask her. She slightly smiles. I then pull her into my arms and she places her hands on my lower back, "Thank you." she says to me. "For what?" I ask, my arms around her neck. "For being here." she tells me. My heart then fills with warmth.
"I'll always be. I love you." I tell her, kissing her cheek. "Me more." she says. "Now what'd you say while we wait till dinner, you and I just take it easy." I suggest. Her eyes then lit up. Now there's the (Y/N) I know. We plop ourselves down on the couch and turn on the TV and decide to watch a few movies. We snuggle close and a few minutes later, she's passed out.
I contemplated waking her up, but she needed to rest. Knowing the things she does now, it's pretty clear that she won't be able to get decent sleep for the next few weeks. But I'll be there to put her to sleep, that's a promise. Because I'll be there for her — always.
