imessage ~ millie bobby brown

girls like you

~y/n~ 

we're heading to their hotel room now. god im nervous for some odd reason. i look at millie who's humming along to a song by ed sheeran. i cant help but admire her facial features. she's so pretty. i love everything about her. i look at finn who's scrolling through his phone for something to listen to. 

he has to play this song. of all songs.

girls like you. 

"one in a million it's your song." i say nudging her and i giggle a little bit. noah puts his headphones on.

"not this song for the love of god." he covers his ears along with the headphones. the song is a little overplayed.

i sing along a little bit and look over at millie again. she's blushing. 

where's a cliff. help me. 

Maybe it's 6:45

Maybe I'm barely alive

Maybe you've taken my shit for the last time, yeah

as i silently sing along i feel millie grab my hand. im mentally freaking out. im not used to this let alone the fact that millie bobby brown is sitting right next to me. 

Maybe I know that I'm drunk

she smiles at me and im feeling my cheeks redden. 

Maybe I know you're the one

she entwines our fingers and i gladly hold her hand right back although i was actually screaming on the inside. 

Maybe I'm thinking it's better if you drive

I really like this girl. she has no clue. 

"here!" finn screeches at us. 

ok then.

we get out, and im following behind them into this huge ass hotel. i feel like a peasant.

"ready for the greatest night?" noah jumps on my back and scares the shit out of me.

"hell yeah"

// me: *cant keep it in present tense and continuously goes into past tense*