Harper ended up buying two (f/c) sundresses and the ugly pair of jeans you randomly chose to make a cover story up. The clothes were a gift for you, you thought that it was a bad thing.
"Damn it, now I owe her around a thousand bucks..." you chew on your fingernails as you look into the paper bag of brand new clothes.
Done booking a taxi, she looked up from her phone and to you. Harper noticed your anxious behaviour and smiled in response. "It's okay, you don't need to pay most of it back."
"What do I owe you?" You looked up to her. She was surprised at the amount of worry she found in your wide, glassy eyes. Harper held your face with both hands, one was stroking your hair backwards.
"Aw (y/n), you looked like you've been told the cops are after you. I'm not some kind of loan shark! You don't need to pay me back in cash. Just a little love from you and your 'debts' are all cleared." She gently massaged your scalp, fluffing your hair a bit.
"You could pay back now or back in—" you cut her off by giving a peck on her lips. You wiped the lipstick mark off your lips.
"I don't know how to feel about giving that kiss." You thought to yourself as you watch Harper froze in shock with her jaw left hanging.
"I don't owe you anything else, right?" You kept a defensive stance facing Harper, preparing yourself from any affectionate attacks from her, if any. Harper's lips stretched into a dreamy grin, her arms extended out to hug you.
Her heavy, warm coat enveloped your form. "Yes, you still do, you owe me the rest of your goddamned, precious life. You're spending the rest of your life with me whether you like it or not." She nuzzled your neck.
"...and I'm spending the rest of mine with you." The embrace has gotten slightly tighter.
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You yawned and smacked your mouth. It's quite late and your vision is getting bleary. You rested your head on Harper's chest since she invited you to do so.
"I guess this is one of the perks of dating a girl. I bet her chest is way softer than (b/n)'s." You snuggled deeper. Harper is running her smooth fingers through your hair and gently patting your back. Her actions were lulling you to sleep. Your breathing became slower as you drift off to dreamland.
Streetlights occasionally shine on both of you as the taxi moves nearer and nearer to the hotel. Like a guardian angel, Harper watches your vulnerable form with an angelic smile on her face.
But her secret journey to get you in her arms were anything but holy.
"...(y/n), we're here. My little sleepy head." Harper's tender kiss on your forehead woke you up. You groaned and brought your hand to your forehead to wipe the mark off. You heard a giggle.
You opened your eyes to see that you are still in the taxi with your head resting on Harper's chest.
Harper tipped the driver and got out with your hand in hers. You squint as the harsh lights of the hotel lobby stab your eyes. You leaned against Harper for support as both of you stumble to the elevator.
"You didn't even drink, yet you're acting like a drunk." Harper chuckled. You grumbled as you wipe your eyes, attempting to 'wipe' away the drowsiness. Suddenly something clicks in your mind.
"Drunk... was I drunk yesterday?" You were the type to drink excessively when something bad happens.
You decide not to bring it up yet.
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"Come on, it's just a shower. I won't do anything weird." She insists that you take a shower with her. You insist that you don't want to.
"You go first, I'll wait." You told her. She pouted and walked into the bathroom.
You made sure to wait until she turned the shower on before fumbling with your phone. You texted the name of the hotel to (b/n).
You:
>Hôtel Hivernal, room 1215 wtf happened yesterday night????
>i cnat remember i only rmemebering thinking u cheet on me
>*cheat
>but i saw the receipt it doesnt add up
>tell me ur side of story
>quick
(B/n) is typing...
"OH MY GOD, he is SUCH a slow texter!"
You:
>OMGG TEXT FAST
>HARPER IS GONNA FINSIH SHOWERING SOON
(B/n):
>blond lady?
>she's the one who set me up!
>That Harper lady is one crazy bitch!
(B/n) is typing...
You:
>omg hurry UP
>(b/n)!!!!!!!
>SLOW ASS FINGERS
>HARPER PROBABLY HAS FASTER ONES
>wait that dont sound right
(B/n) is typing...
You bit on your thumb as you warily look at the bathroom door. Your eyes keep on switching from the screen of your phone and the door.
Your heart drops when you hear the droplets of water stop hitting the tiles.
"(Y/n)?" You jolted, the phone almost slipped out of your hand.
"Y-yeah?"
"Could you pass me a bathrobe please?" Harper's voice resonated from the bathroom.
"Y-you're done showering?" You asked as you open the wardrobe to grab the article of clothing.
"I can join you if you want."
You were contemplating, should you make her join you or not? If she doesn't, you risk getting caught talking to (b/n). And you're scared that she will turn hostile towards you.
The vibration in your hand brought your focus back to the screen.
(B/n):
>I think she drugged you!
>You're not that stupid, I know you won't fall for those photos, I mean, look at my expression! And you know I don't text like in the (b/n) in the screenshots.
"(Y/n)?" Upon hearing Harper's voice, you switched your phone off and threw it on the bed.
You sped to the bathroom where you see her brazenly standing there, naked. The only towel on her is the towel wrapped on her head.
"Y-yeah, I'd like you to join me. P-please?" You gulped.
She beamed. "Gladly."
YOU ARE READING
Ignorance is bliss (yandere female x female reader)
Romance!!NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE UNDER THE AGE OF 17!! You agreed to join your friend on a seven day trip to France because you wanted to see your long-distance boyfriend. You were painfully oblivious to her feelings towards you. She planned out everything...
