wild world [bastille fanfiction]

WWCOMMS .005 // Malia Hunter

"So you need to disguise yourself, not even your adopted father can see what you look like. We need to say you died, we are editing footage and making out you fell from the tower." Laureline nods her head agreeingly.

"So what's your second name gonna be then? Your first is Malia right?" Woody says as he chews on the end of the pen. Looking at a fake birth certificate.

"Hunter, Malia Hunter." Laureline now Malia says as Woody writes it down neatly on the birth certificate.

"How old are you Malia?" Dan says looking at Malia, unaware that he has a daughter with her, that he was in fact in deep love with Malia. He sits down next to her on the long sofa as music plays quietly in the background.

"Seventeen." Malia laughs to herself.

Dan spits out his drink. "I thought you were like a kid?" The biggest ever smile appears on her face.

"Don't write I'm seventeen-" she quickly laughs.

"I'm gonna be dirty thirty next month on the fourteenth of July." Malia has never actually looked her age, she knows she has always looked younger but never like a kid.

"You are, like...fucking around with us...right?" Kyle says as Malia sweetly shakes her head like butter wouldn't melt.

"What time where you born..." I hope she isn't older than me Dan thinks to himself keeping naturally quiet about his birthday date.

What a seriously odd question. Who the duck would even ask that question? Malia thinks to herself before shrugging. Strangely she does know the question. "One minute to the fourteenth of July."

I'm older! Yes! "I have got the same birthday as you, um I was born at half twelve in the afternoon...so yeah." Dan says as Malia and Dan both laugh lightly. It seems like Dan is trying to impress Malia without even trying to impress her, she picks up on it.

"Do you mind if...you could cut my hair? I need to somehow dye it brown. I haven't had brown hair since...since-" she cuts herself off thinking back. A large part of her memory has just been erased.

"I can't fucking remember how bad is that...please can you...just make me look different." All three of the men look at each other before staring at Dan who get's given clean silver scissors by Malia.

"I-I...er-" Dan stutters in shock by the request Malia made for Dan. Dan has never cut a persons hair before, he did shave all of hair off once as a dare.

"You sure you want Dan to go scissor happy with your hair, Malia" Will says unbelieved as Malia nods her head and smiles reassuringly at Dan whose hands tremble holding the scissors. He opens up the scissors and lightly grabs Malia's hair, he goes to chop off her blonde locks with her brown natural roots starting to show.

"Oh I really don't wanna do this-Will, man...your good at everything you do it." Dan says handing Will the scissors and backing away from Malia's hair. As Will shakes his head and crosses his arms.

"I ain't a fucking hairdresser. Your very pretty and believe me-you still look fucking awful if any of us dose cut your hair...please don't trust us dickheads" Kyle sternly says before cracking a smile. I would love to try and cut a girls hair but she is really pretty and her hair is much better than any of ours Woody thinks to himself.

"I don't give a fuck about my hair anyway the bleach as already damaged it. Seriously..." Will gives Dan the scissors back as he nods his head.

What do I actually fucking do? I copped off my hair with scissors before and of course used a hair shaver many times...what do I say? Dan pains getting anxiety the best of him as he goes to give Malia back the scissors once again but she doesn't take them.