Lana's POV
I woke up with a groan. My head thumped like the beat of 'Hurricane' by Halsey and body ached.
As the light came through and I rubbed my eyes, I smelled perfume.
Suddenly, the night before came back to me.
Cautiously pulling the covers around me, I slowly turned to the body sleeping next to me.
A lot of her makeup had come off, but some of the eyeshadow still clung to her skin. Her lips were stained red with dried blood and her body was bruised and scratched. I bit my lip. Even though she looked hot, I still felt bad. She was a doll and I had taken away that innocence.
Her eyes fluttered and then opened. I gave her a small smile "Morning dollface."
Confusion crossed her face as she recalled the night before, but then she remembered.
"Elizabeth" she whispered the name.
"You screamed it loud enough" I smirked, jumping off the bed.
She blushed and her tiny hands flew to her mouth "God, I was drunk."
She looked around "Hey Lizzy, where's my clothes?"
I pointed to the pile at the end of the bed and she rummaged through them, eventually finding her phone.
"Sorry" she apologised "I have to call my friend"
"The brunette?"
"Yeah"
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Marina's POV
I quickly dialled Dua's number. She picked up after about a year.
"What took you so long?" I asked.
"Ugh, I just woke up" she groaned.
"Me too."
"Where are you?" she asked me, yawning.
"In a hotel room with this girl" I bit my lip.
I could practically hear Dua smirk "Oooohh babygirl's getting laid."
"Shut up."
"Okay well go have fun doll, we'll meet up later. Ciao."
I hung up the phone, fixed my wig and went after Lizzy.
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dollface ❁ larina
Fanfictionin which both lana del rey and marina diamandis both hate each other but both somehow are in paris at the same time, however neither are sober enough to recognise each other and the next morning, they wake up in room 93, tangled in each others arms.
