Hailee Steinfeld Imagines ✔️

Comfort person

Nadine's POV:

I grumble under my breath, letting out a long, dramatic sigh as I crash into my girlfriends lap. Y/N looked down at me, worry slowly filling her Y/E/C eyes. "What's up, babe?" She slowly asked, closing her book and adjusting herself so my head lay more comfortably in her lap.

"Nothing. Just fucking depressed as always." I sigh, saying it like it's nothing but we both knew it meant the opposite.

"Talk to me, love." Y/N faced me, running her hand through my hair and giving my head little scratches.

"It's... hard to describe." I tell my girlfriend, closing my eyes as I relax into her touch.

She chuckles softly, kissing my forehead. "Then don't tell me until you're ready, okay? We'll just stay here like for as long as you'd like." Y/N promised in a sweet tone that made me smile.

"You're the best, you know that?" I give her a toothy grin that makes her laugh, shaking her head with snort as she placed her other hand on my cheek, caressing it.

"Yes." Y/N smiled cockily as I scoffed playfully. She never failed to make me happy in a matter of seconds. "Now take a nap, you look like you need it." She soon whispered and ran her hands though my hair again, knowing I'd fall asleep in minutes if she did.

"Fine." I reluctantly give in, closing my eyes and letting out a soft sigh. I melt into her touch, slowly falling into a deep rest. She was my comfort person, I wouldn't know what to do without her.

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A/N:

I love Barnes and Nobles.