Very random stories with Lizzie or Wanda as the main love interest, but there will be twists and turns with different cameos. 😉 🤷🏼♀️
I won't spend much time writing them out, so sorry in advance if the stories are a little all over the place. 😅...
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A loud ringing cut through the haze of Y/N's sleep, pulling her from the heavy fog of a hangover. Her body felt sluggish, like she had been drugged by exhaustion itself.
As Y/N's eyes finally gained control, she stared at the ceiling of the guest room before instinctively reaching for her phone. She soon realized she couldn't move entirely. A soft warmth was draped over her, the steady rise and fall of gentle breaths tickling her collarbone.
Lizzie.
Nestled against her, Lizzie's body molded into hers, her face buried in the crook of Y/N's neck, her arm lazily slung over her waist. She was deep in sleep, utterly unaware of the chaos her presence had stirred in Y/N's mind.
The events of the night before flickered back in hazy flashes. The bar. The car ride. Through it all, when had Lizzie arrived at her side?
The phone rang again, vibrating insistently against the side table. Y/N exhaled slowly, carefully untangling an arm without disturbing Lizzie. With painstaking slowness, she grabbed the device and answered, voice still thick with sleep.
"Yeah?"
"Jesus, Y/N," Dave's voice came through, clipped but laced with concern. "Where the hell are you? You never went back to the hotel."
Y/N ran a hand over her face, sighing. "I'm fine, Dave. I just...crashed somewhere. No spiraling. No disasters. I'm ok. Sorry for worrying you."
Dave hesitated as if assessing the truth in her words. "It's fine. I just needed to know you were ok. With everything going on, you don't need any more headlines to deal with." His voice softened. "Do you think you're still on schedule for the soundcheck? We can work something out if you're not ready to come in just yet."
Y/N glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Still two hours before she was due to arrive, but still cutting it close. "Yeah, I'll be there."
"Alright. Just... keep your head on straight."
"I always do," she murmured before hanging up. However, she hesitated when she heard him say one last thing.
"Y/N...I am sorry about Eiza," Dave said softly. "I am here for you. We all are."
"Thanks, Dave. I'll see you soon. I promise."
With the call over, Y/N let the phone slip from her fingers and turned her attention back to the woman lying against her. Lizzie hadn't stirred, her lips parted slightly in sleep, her brow relaxed.
Lizzie was exhausted.
Y/N didn't know when Lizzie had arrived from Los Angeles, how she had ended up here in her arms, or what this meant for either of them. But for now, none of that mattered.
For now, Y/N just wanted to bask in this fleeting, impossible moment. Y/N shut her eyes and succumbed to her sleep once more, promising herself just five more minutes.
