THE PLAYER // Hailee Steinfeld ✓

"Do I Look Like Hollywood?"

Y/n's View

"Baby, do you know who Brad Price?" Hailee asks, coming downstairs.

"Mhm." I say.

"He sent me a DM on Instagram hitting on me. He mentioned you like twice." Hailee says.

I stop scrolling on my laptop and look up.

"Are you serious?" I ask.

"Yeah." Hailee says.

"He was just on Twitter talking about how fine you were and when I called him out and he said it was a joke." I say.

"I'm gonna call that jackass." I say, grabbing my phone.

"Don't worry about it." Hailee says.

"No, because that shit is so weird. He's doing all of this for attention." I say.

"So why give him exactly what he wants?" Hailee asks.

"Because-" I say.

"Just let it be." Hailee says.

"Fine, if you insist." I say.

Hailee smiles and kisses me.

Time Skip

"Put the song back up." Brad says.

"Oh, I will... just without your verse." I say.

"Y/n, all this is a joke." Brad says.

"If you think harassing my girlfriend by constantly DMing her and mentioning her is a joke, then we've got bigger fish to fry." I say.

"I'm not harassing her! You're overreacting." Brad says.

"I'm not gonna argue with you and I'm sure as hell not putting the song back up so you can keep bitching and moaning." I say.

"Time to do some work and stop leaching off of me." I say.

I hang up and sigh. I hear giggling and I look at Hailee.

"Why are you laughing?" I ask.

"I just feel like you're taking this too seriously." Hailee says.