Hailee Steinfeld Imagines

You're Royalty 👑 (Part 2) (requested)

Hailee's POV
   I open my closet to find the clothes I'd picked out earlier. I look at my outfit I'd picked out with utter satisfaction — but also doubt. Will they approve of the way I dress? Will they like my personality? Will they even like me at all?

    I try to brush the thoughts out of my mind, putting on my outfit as I kept my eyes on the clock — 6:30pm. Good, good. I still have time. I turn to the mirror and stare at myself.

     I smile at my choice, still trying to zip my front. But due to me being a bit nervous, my hands were too shaken to actually do much. "Ugh!" I say as (Y/N) appears from the door, making her way in. "You okay?" she asks me. "I just can't seem to zip this up." I tell her, kind of getting frustrated. She simply chuckles. "Here, let me." she said, turning me around to zip it up for me.

     "Beautiful." she tells na, clearly admiring what she's seeing. I look at her, and breathe. "Can I be honest with you?" I ask her. "Always." she nods as she forwards her body for her to listen. "I'm — I'm kinda nervous to meet your parents." I admit, my hands starting to shake. She takes my hands and kisses my fingers, "Listen to me. My parents aren't those entitled snobs you see on TV. They don't judge. They're going to love you." she tells me.

     Her words bring me a profound amount of comfort as I let my whole body loosen up after being tense for so long. "Okay, I'm just glad you're there with me." I tell her. She smiles at this, cupping my face to kiss my lips. Without hesitation, I kiss her back, pulling away and hugging her tightly. She pulls me close, cocking her head to kiss my neck. I giggle, "Well, let's hit the road." says (Y/N) as we pull away.

     I nod at her, grabbing my phone and tiny bag. I go to Martini, leaving her with ample food until we get back. I'd been thinking of bringing her along, but I think I should secure an impression with (Y/N)'s parents on my own before they meet Martini. We head into the car and start to drive off.

     I hope they like me, though.

(Y/N)'s POV
     I park my car and start to take the keys out of the ignition. We stop at a big mansion. And no — my parents do not live in a medieval castle, guarded by knights.

Martini's POV Back Home
I bet (Y/N)'s parents live in those fancy a— castles, with those medieval interiors. Why do I feel like they'll be wearing the whole royal attire?

(Y/N)'s POV
   I turn my car off and look around towards Hailee. I then see her fidgeting with her rings in her seat. I could tell she was nervous.