When successful author Y/n Y/l/n is late for a meeting with Simon & Schuster, who knew that a little bit of intervention on the part of fate could possibly change her life?
Upon meeting Hailee Steinfeld, life seems to be a little different, almost...
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The pitter patter of the rain pours against my window as I mindlessly stare through it. This is a point in my life where I can't think. And it just so happens I don't want to.
I just want to shut my brain off and just try and forget the events of tonight. But seeing as my brain has another mind of its own, I'm sure I'll absolutely fail at that.
"Would you like some tea?" Liam asks, bringing in a tea tray and set I didn't even know I had.
I don't really drink tea that much. Mostly just water and a few sodas here and there.
But this isn't a case where I don't want to drink. I don't feel like putting anything in my system. After what I'd put Y/n through tonight, I can't help but kick myself every chance I get.
"Thanks, Liam. But really, I'm not hungry or in the mood to drink anything," I droopingly say. I'm in no mood to do anything. Really. After the night we've all had, I think it's best I just try to sleep it off. But not before I know what Liam has to say first.
"C'mon, Hailee. You've gotta eat something, or maybe just some milk," he suggests. I think it over. I don't think he'll let it go unless he sees something go inside my mouth, so I give in and agree to some milk.
"The milk's on the top right corner," I tell him, to which he nods. It doesn't take him two minutes before he's by my side with a glass of milk.
"Thanks."
"Anytime, Hailee."
I drink the milk, downing it in large gulps. The coolness of the milk does bring a satisfying sensation through my body, but I still don't feel good. It then suddenly dawns on me, "Liam?"
"What's up, Haiz?"
"You're Y/n's sister. Why're you being nice to the person who has brought her pain?"
Liam listens to me, not interrupting me once. He sighs, "Because I do believe my sister."
Okay, what is it with people saying things that confuse me these days?
"This morning, when you were asleep?" he reminds me, having me nod. "She told me something she never said about Angela or any other girl."
I remember exactly what she said. But I don't want him knowing that I've overheard, so I just listen to him. Or should I speak up? Will it be that bad?
I think it's best it comes from him. I don't wanna be the one to seem off.
"She told me that even if you break her, she'll trust you still. Wholeheartedly, she'll have you back within minutes. Believe me, the way I see it, it's you or no other," he says, sitting down next to me.
