Hailee Steinfeld Imagines

Distance

AN: Literally about a long distance relationship. This is for my gf.
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Y/N's POV:

Like every other day, here I am. On the phone with my beautiful girlfriend, Hailee. Sadly, there's only one problem. Distance. She lives in LA, but I live in the UK. "Baby, what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" Hailee says, snapping me out of my trance.

"Hm? I was just day dreaming about you." I say, blushing, my British accent lacing through my words. I look into her hazel eyes. God, those eyes I stare at for hours. I speak up, "Haiz, can I ask you something?" I look into the camera. I smile softly, blushing as I see her beautiful face I want to kiss. Hailee nods at my question.

"When can you come here, to the UK?" I look down, playing with my thumbs.
"Hey, look at me." I look up. "I promise I'll be there as soon as I can, baby. I promise, okay?" Hailee says, making me a blushing mess. "Y-You promise, Haiz?" I stutter out. She nods. "Mhm, I promise, my love."

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At this point, we've been dating for three years. Today is the day I finally see Hailee's beautiful face, but in person. Of course, Hailee booked me a flight to LA in first class. My favorite sugar mommy. As I'm on the plane, I'm texting Hailee the whole way. We're just texting about how excited we are to see each other.

After a long, tiring 11 hour flight, I finally found my way in LAX. Music blasting in my headphones, making my way through security and baggage claim. As I finally finish up security, I see her. God, I finally saw the love of my life.

I quickly rush into her arms, crying.

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Hailee's POV:

Once I see Y/N storm into my arms, I quickly warp my arms around her body. I kiss her face all over. "God, you are a lot taller than I thought!" I chuckle out, seeing her pull her face away from the crook of my neck, I wipe her tears with my thumb.

"You look so pretty, Haiz. So damn beautiful. I don't know what I did to deserve you." Y/N whispers out. I kiss her lips softly, closing the gap between us. Before we get too horny in the freaking airport, I guide Y/N to my car, helping her with her bags.

As I'm about to get into the driver's seat, Y/N speaks up. "Isn't that the passenger seat?" I chuckle. "This is America, baby. It's the other way." Y/N chuckles, walking to the other side.

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In the car, our hands intertwined,
listening to T-Swizzle. "CAN I GO WHERE YOU GO!" Y/N screams out dramatically. I chuckle, singing with her. As the car brushes past the palm trees, like typical LA, we finally arrive at my house.

Y/N attempts to get the door open, but I quickly make my way over to her side, opening the door for her. "Thank you." She giggles out.

Once we get in the house, Martini and Brando rush to Y/N's arms, licking her. "Welcome to your home for the next 4 months, my love." I say, kissing her lips softly.

"I love you so much, Haiz." She whispers.

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AN:
I was day dreaming about this with my girlfriend sooooooo... and btw, I'm not British.