G O L D E N | why don't we |

│T W E N T Y - F I V E│

"will hold you in the depths of your despair and its all in the name of love"- bebe rexha

Hard banging on the girls' room door had them jolting out of their sleep, Emilia jumped up out the bed, Leylah's damp hair had hit her face when the banging started.

She leaped over all their bags and rubbed her face before she opened the door seeing Daniel standing there with messy bed hair and his eyes a dangerous blue.

"Daniel, what the hell?" She pushed him back a little into the hallway and closed the door behind her. He ran his fingers through his hair roughly second-guessing the argument in his head seeing her frowning at him, her hair braided back and her face still puffy from sleep. He couldn't help the thought of wanting to wake up to her like that every morning.

"Why aren't you answering your phone? All night I was texting you, I even called you a few times, what the hell is going on?"

Emilia covered her eyes with her hand and sighed deeply before running the hand down her face.

"Come on Lia, what's going on? Did I do something, what?"

"That picture of me that you posted? I think you should take it down."
Her response set him back and he was looking at her oddly.
"What for?"

Emilia crossed her arms and began walking a little down the hall before turning back and walking towards him.

"I just... People might get the wrong idea." Daniel gave her a blank face, and Emilia could really see him. The bags under his eyes were dark and he looked so vulnerable and angry all at once.

"What? You're bullshitting me right now."

"Daniel, we're not even together and then our fans are now commenting-" Emilia suddenly stopped talking and avoided his eyes but this only pissed him off more.

"What are they saying, Emilia? Are you going to tell me or should I just read them?"

Her eyes perked up and she stepped towards him, "No, don't read them!"

Daniel pulled his phone out of his pocket and held it in his hands, contemplating.

"You know I see every comment right?  I do, but it's my Instagram, I can post what I want, about whoever I want because it is mine. You aren't supposed to be reading those comments anyway, they aren't true." He reprimanded and Emilia cut her eyes away from him shaking her head.

"I've been getting comments tagged with my name, its grown to dms and comments on pictures you're not even in, and they are calling me-" she shook her head and moved away from him but he wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her near him.

"Calling you what? Is it the comments about your skin? Is that what's getting you?" He questioned and Emilia pulled away from him leaving space in between them.

"No one knows what it feels like, to be belittled for your skin color, girls with my skin color yes, but all my friends? They have no idea what it feels to be scared to go into the sun in fear they'll get darker, always shying away from a guys eye because I feel as if their eyes are disgusted by how dark I am. I love my skin and I hate it all at once! I'm so proud to be dark skinned, its lovely but it bars me from every chance at the same time, people take one look at my skin and I can feel judged or already stereotyped as this loud, obnoxious girl that maybe I am but I never feel good enough!" Emilia leaned her head back to keep tears from falling down her face.