Hailee x Reader One-Shots

'The Writer in The Attic' (Version 1)

A/N: Emily Dickinson x Reader

INSPO: Little Women

Summary: Y/n reads Emily, Lavinia and her sisters a story she had written and after years of not writing, Emily and Y/n are seated on the dock, Y/n reading her a story when Emily pleads that she gets back into writing.

I'm going to make a part two of this but it's gonna be different and it's gonna be a Hailee x Reader.

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HERE WE GO!

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Y/n's POV:

I have my two friends and my sisters all seated in front of me while I hold the pieces of paper in my hand, excited for them to hear my story that has taken a month to write, although, it's only 20 pages. I haven't managed to write a lot because of my mother and how she has sent me to a stupid University. Yet, I did manage to sneak Emily into a few lectures without her being caught, although, we both really wanted to exclaim and have our own fun with answering the questions and outsmarting every man in the room.

"Y/n, come on! We've been waiting a month to read this!" Amy, my youngest sister, exclaims, as she excitedly sways about while she sits down, I snicker at this.

"In a moment, is everyone ready?" I ask everyone, glancing at everyone yet mainly focusing on Emily, Emily offers a smile as she gives me a thumbs up. I give her a light nod in gratitude.

"Yes!"

"I'm excited!" I hear Beth whisper to Lavinia. Lavinia nodding her head and grinning excitedly before they all turn to me, I take a small breath before I see my mother, Elizabeth I, sitting down with our maid, Hannah.

"Are you ready, Honey?" I hear Elizabeth ask me, I nod my head.

"I'm ready, Mom." I reply to her softly, I look down at the page and force my eyes shut for a moment before just pretending that I'm on stage, hundreds— no! Thousands of people watching something I wrote. How fantastic that would be. One can dream now and then and wish that it is a reality, no? I remember when all my friends would scold me for not listening as I was daydreaming. I start to recite the words on the page in front of me, making sure that it was exciting as Hannah had requested something more lovely and calming as well as romantic. I've never tried to write more love stories however, I think I did make a good attempt at this.

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It has been 15 minutes and I'm on the last page, reading the last bit out to everyone near and dear to my heart,

" 'And although I love him, although I hold every moment with him near and dear to my heart. There was something about her that attracted me more yet I was too late. I was too blind by someone who tried to seek something for me that I perhaps didn't want someone to do for me. Someone tried to be my sun when I didn't want it to be him. He wasn't the sun. It was her. And she was all I ever wanted and now... I stand at the station, watching the train storm ahead while I hold her bracelet she gave me when we were little. As every moment with her, flashed before my eyes. I pictured one last moment with her, and how perfect it would be. I just wish that it was a reality. Instead of me having to dream. I disliked the thought of dreams now, and sometimes I wish I wasn't exactly so blind and noticed sooner. What she did for me, how she spoke to me, what kind words she would speak. Her mean streak toward everyone yet for her, she was soft and caring. Daring with a perfect figure. Oh, dear, Lily, for I wish that thee, would come back. Have a night, that filled with luxury. And then rest together. For the last time.'" I recite, trying to figure out how that ending was good. Why did I think that was good?