Malia x fem reader
Reader pov
As soon as I closed the door to my hotel room I felt the tears that were building up pour and pour and pour and they kept coming they never stopped I sat there on the floor realizing what I just did.
I decided to shower because showers always make me feel better I just sat there on the floor listing to my music playing in the background. I decided to just turn off all my notifications on my phone so no one could contact me I just wanted to be alone.
Well I never wanted to be alone alone I wanted to be with Malia she always knew how to cheer me up but I just screwed that up fantastic I pushed away the one person who I cared about the most oh god tmr on set will her terrible.
When I got out of the shower I put on a pair of pj shorts with a black workout bra and malias sweatshirt I'll give it back tmr but before then I wanted just to feel close to her one more time, it may be weird but it smelt like the perfume she wore which smelt heavenly. Oh my gosh y/n stop thinks like this girls can't like girls.
That night I turned off all the lights, closed the curtains set my alarm and tried to sleep but I couldn't I just sat there thinking about one thing, would god actually turn his back on me for being me? Or even just being happy for once because when I'm with her I feel like my best self? No y/n snap out of it this isn't you stop it right now.
I sat there looking at my ceiling playing my sad music then the urge came again the urge of cutting again but I worked to hard and I promised Malia I would never do it again but it's not like I would talk to her much again she probably hates me but if I were her I would hate me to.
I sit up looking to the clock on my bed side table 1:25am I sighed and went to the bathroom as soon as I flicked the light switch on and looked at myself in the mirror I stood there for five minutes
My tear stained cheeks and red puffy ish eyes, my naturally wavy hair that Malia loved straitened I tucked it behind my ears she could never love me like this who and I kidding she wouldn't even turn her head towards me if she saw me now.
I decided to look for my razor the one that's was sharp and pink, the one I haven't used in four months when I promised her I would never do that again.
After searching I finally found it, it was at the bottom of my makeup bag probably there for a reason. I sat down on the end he of the bath tub about to do it then there a knock at my door.
Fucking fantastic if it's Kylie coming to yell at me I'm not in the mood atm. I walk towards the door opening it slowly to see Malia it's almost two in the morning and she's still up and here at my room then I rembered why she was probably and my stomach twisted again like shit.
"Lia? What are u doing here?" I said door opened slightly so I can see her and she can see me but that's it.
"Y/n I wanna talk." She said with concern laced in her voice "shouldn't you go to bed soon or smt we have shooting tomorrow." I said trying to close the door, she stopped it with her hand
"Y/n please." I contemplated for a second but I decide to let her in I opened the door more not saying anything.
"What in your hand?" She asked looking at it "nothing.." I practically wispered "if it was nothing you wouldn't be hiding it behind your back then."
She tried to grab my hand but I stepped back quickly "if I tell you, you wouldn't be too happy with me." Said looking down to scared to make eye contact with the one I want to love but can't have.
She lifted my chin up with her hand "hey it's okay let's talk okay?" She said with that beautiful smile on her face "okay" "what's in your hand now?"
I don't say anything just show her it "did u do anything-" "no i didn't you knocked on my door before i could." I said tears falling down my cheeks
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Descendants cast one shots
Non-FictionI write mainly for the ladies but if u have any requests I would be more than happy to write for you!