all of me (Gracie Abrams/You)

Chapter 3 - you're different from what I expected

Y/N barely remembered how she got home the previous night. All she remembered was drinking two entire bottles of wine by herself, and Gracie Abrams. It wasn't much, but that covered everything that mattered last night.

Yeah... she swore to herself to never touch just a droplet of alcohol ever again in her life. She was never good with wine in the first place, for fuck's sake. She literally brought the disaster upon herself. Flirting like crazy with Gracie Abrams the entire night and almost kissing her on multiple occasions? She was out of goddamn mind for it. This was so embarrassing, how was she supposed to ever face her again? She wasn't even a friend, they'd known each other for one single day. Based on a series of unfortunate events.

She had debated hard on whether or not to go to the cafe. The one they were supposed to meet at. It was 10:48 in the morning though, and she was too curious not to give it a go.

Soon, it became 11:33, and that certain brunette had not been in sight. She stubbed out the fourth cigarette and sighed, leaning against the brick wall behind her. Was she stupid to trust Gracie? Eh, probably, they didn't know each other and she didn't for real owe her this coffee. She just... wanted to see the brunette again. She hated to admit it, but she was a tiny, tiny bit disappointed.

As if on cue, a figure dressed from black head to toe crossed the street and made their way over to her. Y/N tried to steal a peek from their face but the dark sunglasses were doing way too good of a job of protecting this idiot's identity. She recognised absolutely nothing from her. A weird, lanky brunette popping up at this time though. "Gracie Abrams," Y/N said.

"Here," Gracie Abrams responded automatically.

Y/N rolled her eyes before taking off the brunette's sunglasses. "You look dumb." She could leave the dad cap on because truthfully, it looked adorable on her.

Gracie immediately shielded her eyes from the sun. "I'm dying here, cut me some slack," she grumbled.

"What? Are you a vampire?"

"If that'll heighten my chance with Edward Cullen, I wouldn't mind being one," she joked. "I'm just hangover."

Y/N chuckled at her, shaking her head. "Seriously? Did you even drink that much?"

"I had a bottle of whiskey and shared a wine with you."

"Never mind."

Gracie stole her sunglasses back and put them back on before hooking her arm around Y/N's. "I'm sorry for making you wait so long. Come on, let's get you your coffee." They got their coffee and sat at the very back of the cafe, away from all the sunlight. Carefully, Gracie dared to take off her disguise and breathe more freely. The throbbing headache was still there, but at least her surroundings were calm enough to not trigger it too much.

"Do you always get hangovers?" Y/N asked. She studied the trainwreck that was the other girl. Despite being so obviously unwell, she still looked good.

"Sometimes," Gracie said with a shrug. "It's kind of like Russian Roulette, really. Depends on luck but most of the time I'm fine."

"You sure it doesn't depend on how much you drink?" Y/N pointed out with a chuckle.

Gracie just waved her hand dismissively. "Nah." She took a careful sip from her Americano. Not her favourite, but she had an amazing feeling that milk and cream would upset her already upset stomach even more. "So do you remember anything from last night?" she asked even more carefully.

"We... talked in the brasserie. Well, I was chilling by myself at first, but you randomly joined me," Y/N recalled, this part she did remember clearly. "You were kinda... you know."