Bad boy And Red heels(Ezra Miller x Reader)

.07

Ready to ✌️🤞🤜👉👇👆👈🤲🤜👉🤞✌️👆👇 on y'all. jk
Kinda of like crying rn but we won't get into it instead lets get into this story🤠

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*2nd pov (finally got it right🤠)*

As Ezra was pulling into a parking space right outside of the hospital, you ran out of the car before he could park making you stumble.

"Wait for me!" You heard Ezra scream behind you. You stopped near the two white doors and bent down to catch your breath. He ran towards you and put a hand on your back.

"It's gonna be fine, don't worry" he said softly. It made you feel a bit better, but the rush and beating of your heart said otherwise.

"Yeah,,his names Matthew." You said to the nurse at the check in. She typed his name on her keyboard. Each click going with the beat of your heart.

"He's in room 209 level 6 but you're not allowed to get in unless you're family" she said looking up at you. Her black hair was straightened and tied into a bun, dark skin matching her beautiful light hazel eyes. You were as desperate to say that you were his wife, but you kept silent and walked away into the elevator with Ezra behind.

"Should I tell them I'm his wife?" You thought out loud. Ezra looked at you with a face of confusion.

"What?? No, just wait until the doctors can tell you to get in" Ezra said looking at the red numbers going up as you went up each level.

You sprang out of the elevator and into the white, cold hallway. Hospitals have never been the 'best' for you. You never liked the creepy feeling it gave you , the smell of blood or old rust like an old metal car. Baby's screaming as they're being born or family members screaming as their loved ones are being taken. Hospitals were complicated.

"Juli! You're here!" Mon got up from a bench that was outside of room 209 and gave you a tight hug. Her curly hair tickling the side of your cheek. She wore blue, ripped overalls, a big white puffy sweater and a tiny golden necklace that always wrapped around her neck. You felt other arms around you and turned behind you to see Aylo. A soft smile was displayed on his lips as he hugged you tight. He wore a white shirt, puffy denim jacket and black pants with a belt. His hair was tied up in a half messy bun, streaks of golden hair wondered his face. He had a bruise near his left eye and bandages on his cheek going down his neck. You snapped out and got right to the deal.

"What happened" you said facing Mon. She sighed and sat back down. Aylo let his grip on you lose, still behind you looking at Mon.

"She did it" Aylo said pointing at her.

"No! You did, it as was your fault!" Mon said back. They always bicker. For every. Little. Thing.

"Just tell the damn story" you said annoyed. You almost forgot about Matthew being in a hospital room unconscious because of them two.

"Okay okay,,,so we went to this party, remember we told you in the group chat? But you and Nichole didn't wanna come cause y'all are pussies" Mon yawned.

"I had to go to the studio remember? I literally told you personally through phone" you crossed your arms.

"Yeah yeah whatever I don't care. So anyway we get there and start doing what we normally do. Bustin these moves and smokin these fumes" she said backing up on the bench. You sigh trying not to laugh.

"Okay sorry this is serious, so anyways Aylo didn't do anything so we wanted him to take us home but someone convinced him to take a hit from a bong and he got blasted, bitch fell unconscious and I for real thought he was dead. Weak ass bitch can't even take a proper hit". Aylo flicked her off.