And No One Else || Lippa||✔️

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(Next Day)
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Mason sat on Lizzie's bed as she paced back and forth. "Are you planning on going home?" Lizzie asked. Mason shrugged.

"I don't know. I as gonna move to London with Nona, but I didn't want to leave you. And I can't get a place of my own yet, because I don't have anyone to co-sign until I'm 18. So, I'm stuck," he answered. Lizzie was about to sit next to her boyfriend, when a fist hit her door.

"Get out of there you whore!" Her dad yelled. Mason groaned and laid back on the bed. Lizzie stood back up, and walked to her door.

"I'm not doing anything! Leave me alone!" She screamed as she made sure the door was locked. Once confirmed, she walked back to her bed. "Sorry about him. He's drunk again," Lizzie apologies. Mason sat up and pulled his girlfriend into his lap.

"You should come with me," he vaguely suggested. Lizzie furrowed her eyebrows and pushed her hair behind her ears.

"What do you mean?" She asked. Mason pointed out her window.

"We should run away together. My mom probably wouldn't even notice and your dad would be glad," Mason explained. Lizzie looked at him with a weak smile.

"Mase. I love you, but," she looked to her lap, "I can't. I'm scared of leaving, but I'm more scared of how my dad will react if I do leave," Lizzie spoke. Mason nodded and got off of her bed.

"Hey, you don't have to decide anything now. I'm leaving this Friday. You can tell me then," he said. Mason kissed Lizzie's temple and left. Lizzie folded her arms across her abdomen and stared at the empty bed across from hers.

"I wish you were here to tell me what to do," Lizzie whispered with a sigh. She laid back on her bed and rolled to her side. It's your turn. Just do it. Lizzie thought as she drifted into nap mode.

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Pippa laid on the couch asleep, when Lesley came down and tapped her shoulder. "Momma," Lesley whispered. Pippa fluttered her eyes open and sighed.

"Yes?" A slightly annoyed Phillipa asked. She rubbed her eyes and sat up a bit. Lesley pushed her hair behind her ear and stood awkwardly in front of her mom.

"I'm sorry to wake you up, but I need to go to the store, and daddy isn't here," she said. Phillipa realized what her daughter was talking about quickly and got off the couch. As she stood up, her small 8 week bump pushed through her camisole. "Oh and can I dye my hair?" Lesley asked. Pippa arched an eyebrow as she grabbed her purse.

"What? Why?" Pippa asked. Lesley shrugged and the two walked out of the house and towards ASDA. It's like Walmart but in the U.K.

"I don't know. I just want a new look to match our new lives," she answered. Pippa bit her lip and shrugged.

"I'll think about it. I have to talk to daddy first," She smiled. Lesley squealed and hugged her moms arm. "Hey how are you feeling about the triplets and having new siblings," Pippa asked after a moment of silence.

"I don't know. I'm excited, but her nervous. I heard about what happened when I was a baby, and I just wanted to say sorry about that, by the way," she apologized. Pippa smiled and shook her head.