Soccer player, Jayden Swift, are best friends with Hailee Steinfeld for over six years.
When the Covid decreased, Hailee brings her new co-star, Florence Pugh, for Jayden's match. Jayden and Florence click instantly and it makes Hailee incredibly je...
A few days, three goals and two games won later, I finally return to New York. Steven drops me off under the building in the Manhattan where my apartment is located. I bought the place few years ago and I love it since then. It's not big, looks like loft, but in a modern building.
The interior isn't modern, though. I'm not a fan of having everything in white or black. I like colors and I like industrial style. The apartment is on top of the building and I have entrance to the roof terrace on my floor. Kitchen, dinning and living room are connected and I have stairs leading to a mezzanine with bedroom, bathroom and walk-in closet.
Like I said, small, but functional and pretty.
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I exhale through my nose when I open the door to my apartment and throw my two bags on the floor with a loud thud. I'm so damn tired, honestly I'd love to just take a bath and go to sleep, but I can't because wanted to see me as soon as she can and she'll be coming over in a few hours.
So, I really have time to only take the mentioned bath and call my family for a little longer. Maybe I'll have also time to start to make some food. I'm craving some pasta tonight.
I take off my jacket and desert boots in the hallway and I sink into the warmth. It's so cold here in the New York, I got used to the warm during these two weeks in Florida. Fucking cold.
I grab my bags again when I'm only in my sweatpants and hoodie before I take my way upstairs. I furrow my brows when I notice some things not in the place when I left them, but shrug it off because I know that Hailee like spending time here, even if I'm not around? Since she started filming Hawkeye, she practically lives here with me. I like it, though.
I'm a little surprise that we don't have enough of our company after living the whole pandemic together and from Hailee's home in Los Angeles, we moved to my apartment in New York. We spent the last year together and we're still fine.
I scramble upstairs and almost instantly let out a small squeal when I notice a body in my bed.
"Fuck!" I scream, releasing the bags from my hands. I rest my hand on my heart when I recognize the messy brown hair and breathe heavily, trying to normalize my breathing. "Hailee!" I shout loudly as I walk over to my bed. How the hell that girl didn't wake up when I screamed so loud?
"What?!" Hailee yells, matching my volume and snapping herself into sitting position with wide eyes full of fear. "Oh, it's you" She sighs then in relief, seeing only me with my hands on my hips, looking down at her disapprovingly.
"Of course, it's me! It's my home, what the fuck, Lee?!" I snap at her a little and immediately feel bad when she pouts. I inhale sharply before I shake my head and relax my face expression. "Why are you here, Lee?" I breathe out the question calmly, but she still pouts at me. Damn her and her cute pouts and her cute sleepy face.
