Bound To Falling In Love // Sadie Sink

2. Her

The night faded into morning quickly, though that wasn't unexpected considering the late hours in which Sadie managed to fall asleep. She is definitely not a person to go past ten, eleven at most, but such gathering rarely happened, so she always wanted to make the most of them. And yes, that sometimes meant ending up with someone vomiting and her being the only sober person able to help.

Thankfully, the night didn't go that bad, and it could even be counted as enjoyable. Spending time with her friends, best friend, always seemed to cheer her up after a long day filled with filming and interviews.

So she was disappointed to see that the same didn't apply to her blue-eyed best friend. That was the conclusion she came to once she felt the cold spot that was taken by Annabelle the night prior, after wanting 'cuddles'. "She probably went to get a new room key." The girl tried defending her in front of her own consciousness.

Shuffling slightly to remove the blanket that probably Annabelle put over her, she was soon on her own two feet, stretching her arms and yawning. Slight tears appeared on the edge of her eyes, tiredness forcing them closed for another few seconds. If it wasn't for the timid voice in the room next to her, she would have probably fallen asleep while standing up-straight.

"No, technically we finished filming, but..," the voice continued, making Sadie furrow her brows and go to the direction of it. Soon she was met with Elle's back, the girl standing over the kitchen counter, a knife in her right arm. Her head was tilted to the left, barely holding the phone between her shoulder and her head. "I was hoping I could stay for the last few days here. We always have a 'wrap' party at the end of filming, and Winona and David still have a couple of scenes to do."

Sadie cocked her head to the right, but didn't say anything. She couldn't decide whether it was because she was curious to hear more or because she was scared of startling her friend. The blonde was still wearing her clothes, and she couldn't help but smile at that, something in this making her feel comfort.

"Em, that's unfair," the girl mumbled, her voice changing from timid to demanding and then back the other way around. "I am 20, I can decide if I want to come to England on my own accord."

A few seconds passed, in which Sadie quietly sat down on the kitchen chair, waiting for the call to end. Which proved itself to be a hard task, judging by the annoyed sighs escaping her best friend's mouth.

"No, it's not because of her. Leave this already." the girl raised her voice, a confused expression on Sadie's face. Who is her?

"Emilia stop this right now," Annabelle sighed, turning around and almost dropping her phone in the process. Sadie smiled, making Elle copy the action, although her heart started beating fast in her chest, due to the initial scare. "No, I am not ashamed of my accent or England. I spent so much time here, it feels better to talk with American one. Please stop."

The ginger girl's face lit up, once Elle turned around and presented her with a plate, decorated with watermelon and apples. She faintly remembers ever saying that those are her favorite fruits, but the fact that Annabelle remembers this warmed her heart. With a thankful nod, she started eating and curling up her lips in a smile upon the taste.

"Tell mother I won't be coming back for another month then. I will sleep over at some friends'," the girl said angrily, the same feeling boiling inside her as she barely stopped herself from hanging up right there and then. "Goodbye."

"Ugh," the girl mumbled with frustration, leaning her head back and supporting her weight on the kitchen counter. With a swift motion she put her phone on do not disturb, in hopes that her sister wouldn't be calling her any more today. But she knew that this might prove as something completely and utterly impossible. "I hate when she does that."