Can't I Love You Both? - Hailee Steinfeld & Florence Pugh

four

"Hi, is everything okay?" Hailee asks gently as we sit on our old seats. I place the tray with shots on the table and lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees.

"Em, y-yeah, I'm fine, just my boyfriend called" Flo tries to smile, but it turns more to a grimace.

Boyfriend? She has a boyfriend? Since the fucking when?

"Oh, what Zach wanted?" Hailee asks, focusing on the blonde while I feel upset, angry or something else.

Hailee knew about the boyfriend and didn't tell me. I really felt something new, nice with Flo, but I guess it's totally platonic from her side. Stupid. Stupid.

I don't realize that I stop listening to the both of them and begin to overthink things until the brunette places her hand on my bicep and shoots me a confused look.

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

"Flo asked if we can go back, she's not feeling well" Hailee replies at my question and my head snaps to blonde's direction worriedly.

"I'm okay, just my head hurts a little" Flo smiles reassuringly, but I still narrow my eyes at her not convicted. "I'm promise, I'm okay. We can continue our night in our hotel room, if you want. I just can't bare the loud music anymore.

"Okay, how about the shots?" I decide to ask and they laugh at my pout.

"We can drink them, don't worry, darling" Flo chuckles and my face lifts. I hate wasting a good alcohol.

"Yay, cheers then!" I exclaim happily and shift in my spot. I pour some salt on the side of my wrist and grab a piece of lime with the same hand and lift the glass with alcohol with others.

The girls follow my moves with amusement and before I know, we click the glasses and lick the salt from our wrists, downing the Tequila and sucking on the lime. Flo and I don't make any face, while Hailee scrunches her nose. She can't take strong alcohols well.

"Shall we go now?" Flo asks after we put the empty glasses down.

"Yep, we can go" I agree and stand instantly. I help them stand up and I follow them to the exit close behind.

I text Steven and he replies about being on the parking next to the club we are. And a few minutes later, I open the door and they get into the backseat. This time, Hailee sits in the middle, so I wrap my arm around her shoulders, resting my hand behind the blonde.

My arm reaches almost to further Florence's shoulder, so I'm practically holding them both. I'm kinda tall, I'm 5 feet 9, so I'm taller than both of them. Hailee can be taller than me when she's wearing heels, but with Flo? I don't really think so. The tip of Flo's head reaches to my nose when she's wearing sneakers. Unless she can wear over 5 inches heels.

We ride mostly in silence, resting after dancing for so long, it tired us out a little. We stop in front of their hotel and I smile when I see it's very close to mine. Hailee seems to see my goofy smirk.

"It was the only hotel free with such a short notice" Hailee defends herself quickly and I giggle, staying silent. "Hey! I'm serious! If I could, I'd be on the other side of the city, as far as I can from you" I smile smugly at her attempts of defending herself. It's not like she has to, but her ego is big.

"Whatever you say, Steinfeld" I say in singing voice and exit the car.

"Ugh, I hate you!" She whines and follows me from the vehicle.

I look back briefly because Flo's unusually quiet. The whole evening she was so loud and happy, but now it's gone. I see her mouth formulated in a tight smile and I quirk my eyebrow concerned.