Her and I ✩ Hailee Steinfeld (G!P) ✔️

XXXIX

| Hailee's POV |
(not proofread)

I walked out of the bedroom by morning, my hair a slight mess as I let out a quiet yawn. As I walked downstairs, I saw my girlfriend cooking breakfast by the stove, wearing nothing but one of my t-shirts. I smiled, approaching her form behind as I wrap my arms around her waist, taking her by surprise but when she realized it was me, she relaxed.

"Morning, baby." She mumbled, leaning her head back to peck my jaw before turning back to the breakfast she was making. I smiled, nuzzling my nose in her neck, inhaling her vanilla perfume. I planted a kiss on her neck before resting my chin on her shoulder.

"How'd you sleep?" I asked, tilting my head at Y/N.

She shrugged her shoulders, a smile pulling at her lips. "Really well." I nodded my head at her response, kissing her neck once more before walking off to the fridge, grabbing the bottle of orange juice inside. "Aren't you cold?" My girlfriend asked, looking over what I was wearing.

Only socks, boxers, and a sports bra.

I shrugged. "Nah, not really." I muttered as Y/N hummed. It was silent for a moment before she looked at me, I could see the soft look in her eyes as she set her glasses down on the counter.

"You know what today is right?" I sighed softly, avoiding eye contact as I walked over to the pinboard attached to the door frame of the kitchen. I glanced at the calendar, feeling Y/N rub my shoulders as we stared at today's date.

Billie's Funeral.

"Yeah. I know." I finally responded quietly, my tone worrying Y/N as she looked at me. "Are you going to be okay?" I suddenly asked her, turning in her arms. She looked slightly surprised by my question. "I mean, sure, I bonded with her but you've been friends since almost birth. I know this hurts you more than it does me."

Y/N nodded, knowing I'm right. I loved Billie, I did, I just didn't know her longer than Y/N did, and I knew that letting go, would be the hardest thing she would ever have to do.

"Honestly... I'm not ready, no." She shook her head, grabbing my hand for comfort, I squeezed her hand in return, silently telling her I'm not leaving. "But she would haunt me if I didn't so." We both chuckled quietly at her joke. It was true. In the short time I knew Billie, I got to really understand her, understand why she was so protective of Y/N. They were best friends. Almost sisters, you could say.

My heart ached for my girlfriend.

"I'll be by your side." I reassure her, seeing her physical form relax as I kiss her cheek, my arms wrapping around her waist. "Promise."

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"Haiz! You ready?!" I heard Y/N yell from downstairs, I was still having slight trouble trying to do my tie. My girlfriend entered the room, her eyes landing on me as she chuckled softly. "Need some help?"

"Please." I mumble and she struts her way over, her hands pushing mine away as she got to work immediately on fixing my tie. Once she finished, she patted my chest, dusting my shoulders off as she admired me in my suit.

"You look very nice." She complimented, a small smile forming on my lips as she held her hand out for me. "Let's go." I grabbed her hand, allowing her to lead me downstairs and out the door, to the black limo, that awaited us.

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I felt Y/N's grip tighten on my bicep, I looked at her with sorrow filled eyes, she couldn't take hers off of the casket that stood a couple feet away from us. It was an open casket funeral. I glanced across from me, seeing Flo make her way over to us. She gave me a soft smile before hugging Y/N, my girlfriend clinging to my best friend.

I frowned, glancing at the casket myself. My chest didn't tighten a little, but I was way more worried about Y/N. When Flo pulled away, I took the opportunity to grab my girlfriend's hand, pulling her with me to the casket.

As soon as we stepped forward, I looked at Billie who laid inside. Her hair was down the way she would've liked it, her eyes closed, her face looked more relaxed. Y/N stuffed her face in my shoulder, I could hear her soft cries as I held her close to me. But my eyes never left Billie's body. I felt tears prick my eyes but they never dropped, I never actually cried today

It was more of a numb feeling that I was experiencing. Losing Billie hurt. It really did. But knowing that I couldn't save her, hurt more. Y/N began to sob a little more, attracting a lot of pity looks from my bodyguards and workers. She grabbed my arm, pulling me away as we walked down the aisle, rushing away to walk to a nearby tree.

Right there, was when no words were exchanged. My girlfriend needed comfort. I would provide it for her. I hugged her, her arms tightly wrapping around my torso as she soaked my dress shirt with her tears, but neither of us cared.

I just needed my girl to be okay. And I knew for a little while, she won't be.