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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"Hey, Hailee."
If I'd been nervous before coming here, it's truly been multiplied by ten folds. She makes me feel this way somehow.
There's that glitter in her eyes that still gives me hope. Like she's been going through it, too. "Hey, Y/n," she says.
That voice is what I missed hearing. I could listen to that beautiful voice all day if I could.
Griffin's in between us in distances, interchangeably looking in between. He clears his throat, "I'll just be in the backyard, then."
He gives me a pat on the back, walking past Hailee. She gives him a bit of a wide eye, along with a small deep breath. We wait until Griffin's gone out to the back, watching him.
The second the sliding glass window closes, she turns back to me. "Y/n—"
But I cut her off. Without warning, I speed up to her side, placing a tender kiss on her lips. God, this feels good.
I've been away from her for far too long.
My mind is telling me everything it's told me since my breakup with Angela. What're you doing? You don't want to get hurt! Stop, just stop!
Then there's my heart. It's no longer being held down by my heart. It's had enough. It's telling me what it's been holding in this whole time because my mind wouldn't let it. Fuck it. It's her! She doesn't feel like the one before her. She's worth the pain!
I'm thankful she let me even get remotely close to her, let alone kiss her. What surprises me more is that she welcomes it more than I'd even care to admit on her behalf.
She places her hands on my hips, gently pulling me closer to her. I work my hands to cup her face as I continue kissing her.
I then pull away. I take a breath and proceed to look her in the eyes. That's when I lose it. I'm looking into the eyes of the one I may be in danger of losing all because I've been afraid this whole time.
"Y/n," Hailee calls, a tear streaming from her eyes. I can understand if she's still surprised I'm here. Hell, I'm shocked too!
I don't let her finish what she was about to say before starting to crouch down in front of her. I'm wrapped around her legs now.
I'm resting my head against her thighs, the way Ross was kneeled before Rachel when he'd been begging her for forgiveness. Funny, I've heard David Schwimmer and Jennifer Anniston had cried for hours after that scene was filmed.
