Hailee x Reader one-shots

Language Barrier

A/N: Hailee x Reader

Summary: Hailee's from America but Y/n's from the UK, so, there is obviously a language barrier.

It's basically funny moments! Enjoy!

Also, there will be a few C word drops but please don't be offended, it's a term we use very lightly!

HERE WE GO!

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Y/n's POV:

Me and my beautiful girlfriend are about to go for the food shop as we're low on food and snacks and I am a hungry cunt so... I want food. I'm in the car, humming to the song that's playing. I don't know the song as Hailee's the one playing the music, I hear her singing lightly but I pretend as if I have a microphone in my hand and move it in front of her, seeing her glance at me confused and laughing,

"What? It's a microphone." I point out to her, hearing her continue to laugh, she continues to sing into the 'microphone' as I bop my head back and forth. We soon at Target as I really want snacks and I've never been to Target so hopefully there's good sweets. I park and glance around, going to reach for the stick before realising. I'm literally not in UK, they don't have the stick. I huff and hear Hailee giggle. "Nah, shut up." I tell her, jokingly, chuckling softly. I have my hood over my head as this is a comfy ass hoodie. It's also Hailee's which I think is why I like it so much. I will admit, I like the clothing here a lot more and the beautiful sights, but the UK is way more superior. "All right, can you get the bags from the boot?" I ask her, beginning to turn the car off, she looks at me confused,

"What?"

"The boot." I answer in reply, she narrows her eyes as she leans her head forward,

"Huh?"

"The fuckin'..." I make a hand gesture, trying to find the word that they call it in America but I canny mind it! What's it fuckin' called? "the thing you put all the shite in. It's at the back of the car." I explain to her,

"The trunk?"

"Trunk?" I ask, leaning my head forward as I chuckle softly while she laughs. Nodding her head.

"That's what it's called."

"It's a boot, you fuckin' dickhead. What you on about?" I ask her, sarcastically, unbuckling my car. I lean over and place a kiss on her cheek, "I'm kidding, I love you." I tell her, placing kisses all over her face, seeing her blush.

"I know, my love, I know." She says, between laughs.

"Good, it's just cause I know sarcasm and jokes are taken differently, like back home, I'd say to my sister, 'Morning, ya cunt' and we'll laugh... but here, mate if I fuckin' say that, I'm dead." I say, panicked. Seeing her laugh. "Nah, I'm serious. For real. Like... baby, I won't be coming home if I say that to anyone but I canny help it because it's just a natural thing for me." I express to her, hearing her continue to laugh as she begins to hug me.

"I won't let anything happen to you, I promise." She says, kissing my cheek.

"Thank you, love. Thank you. 'Ppreciate it." I say in reply, earning a snicker. "Right, what's so funny? I swear, is it laugh at me day?" I ask, her tucking her head into the nape of my neck, giggling. "Fuckin' hell, try no to die of laughter, aye?" I tell her, rubbing her back.

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"Haiz, where are you?" I shout to her, seeing her peak her head from her studio. I smile, letting my shoulders fall as she looks so beautiful.