she makes me strong (larry stylinson)

part 4 of 4

herrie and layla made it into the house after searching under every plant pot and ornament for a spare key, only to find it in herrie's back pocket. "dumbass," layla had insulted her with.

opening the door and tip-toeing in so annaline couldn't scream at them, they quietly reached herrie's bedroom.

she'd plonked her drunken friend onto the bed, letting her please herself; rolling and flailing her arms while singing her favourite ABBA songs.

"i do worry about you sometimes, hez," layla admitted chuckling to herself as she gazed down at herrie laid flat on her bed.

"shoes." layla told her, pointing to her feet and proceeding to rag her trainers off. "point your toes! i canny get them off herrie!"

"thanksss layls, you're the bessssst." herrie encouraged as she kept smiling to herself.

the shoes were off and layla tucked herrie into bed. "stay there while i get ready." she felt like she was talking to her 3 year old.

she fumbled through herrie's draws to find her set of pyjamas she always left there. you never know! she'd always said to herrie when herrie had challenged her for leaving her stuff there.

she lifted the white shirt up and over her head and threw it on the dressing table. she stood elegantly with her small, pink bralette on.

"you're so pretty."

layla turned around smiling, witnessing herrie gazing fondly at her. "thank you, herrie. but you're prettier."

"not possible, layla," she smiled to herself again, closing her eyes, "you're eye candy."

and with those words she shot her eyes open, making them both laugh. "ssh! ssh! your mum's in!"

"fuck her!" herrie replied, waving her arms above her head and out of the covers.

layla laughed as she slipped the nighty on over her head and took off her shorts from underneath, toeing her shoes off shortly after. 

she climbed into the double bed - beside herrie - and lifted the sheets up to below her chin.

layla budged closer to herrie so their bodies were touching side by side. slowly, she wrapped one arm around her middle and placed one on her head; to stroke her hair. she heard herrie pleasingly sigh.

gently, she moved her fingers along herrie's hair, tangling herself in it and playing with every strand. the lights were off and they laid in darkness, the only sound being their breathing.

all of a sudden, herrie moved herself into layla, turning over, wrapping both her arms around her and snuggling her head into layla's neck. "mmh," herrie mumbled.

layla felt so content. herrie's body was so warm and soft, and she just wished they could stay like this. she placed a soft kiss on the top of herrie's head. for a while, she didn't stir but then eventually she lifted her head up and placed a kiss on layla's warm lips.

layla was half asleep when it happened, but she didn't budge. herrie was drunk. she probably wouldn't remember it in the morning anyway.
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"morning sleepy!" layla announced as she drew back herrie's curtains and let the morning light shine through into her bedroom.

"fuck offfff," herrie grumbled.

"nice to see you too," layla replied as she sat on the bed next to herrie's decaying body. "c'mon, you have to wake up some time today."

"uGH. fine." herrie said as she propped herself up in bed. "thanks for getting me home last night. i don't know what the fuck got into me. i didn't even want to go?"