still you (mevie//malvie)

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The moment the sun rose above them, Evie groans, covering her head with a pillow as her head begins to pound. She lies there, not remembering anything from last night except Uma challenging her to do more shots than Audrey. 

She hears the opening of her door, the noise from her friends outside causing her another massive pounding on the head. "Shut up!" She groans, removing the pillow from her eyes as she sees Mal, smirking down at her. 

Honestly, Evie wasn't in the mood to be fucked with so it wasn't a surprise to Mal when the girl threw the clock at her, catching it with one hand and placing down the advil on the other. "Come on you little drunk, time to get up." Mal teases, Evie doesn't move. 

"I am not moving until you tell me, honestly, what stupid things I did last night." She huffs, not noticing how Mal blushed, the fairy began to think, settling on scrapping off everything that happened last night that would surely make them awkward. 

"You got drunk with Audrey, I took you back here, changed your clothes and then you slept like a log." She lies, smiling sweetly as Evie scrunches her nose in disgust, "Are you sure I didn't do something stupid? Say something stupid, perhaps?" 

Mal just shakes her head, leaving the girl alone. 

Evie sits there, taking the advil and thinking. Something wasn't adding up. She should know, Mal was obviously lying. The question is, what the hell did she say or do last night that made Mal lie?

Mal was out and about, walking on the pool area as she remembered every single thing that has happened the night before. 

Her heart clenches, her mind goes to shambles and her stomach gets swarmed by butterflies as she thinks of the kiss. Their kiss. One that was seven years too late, one they could have shared if she hadn't left. 

Because if she never left, Evie wouldn't have the need to run after her and get scared, she wouldn't have come back and find Evie to not be there. 

Honestly, she's been blaming herself for the past few days, knowing that it was indeed her fault to why everything happened. They could've been together, they could've been married now or engaged. 

They could have at least been something by now if she wasn't a coward, if she wasn't too late. She hated herself, blamed every little thing on herself as she stares at the view of New York, remembering all the times she ran on these streets, the times she chased after her dream. The wrong dream. The one she shouldn't have ran after because she had all the opportunities laid out for her. 

Evie wasn't an opportunity, she's something you earn, you work hard for it to get her attention, for her to love you. Mal did that, she always had but she threw it all away and it pisses her off more and more as she thought of it. 

"Fucking stupidity." She growls in frustration, throwing a stone to the other roof of a building acoss from them, she didn't know what to do. She didn't know what to say or what to even feel.

She's learned to not deal with emotions all her life and Evie fucks it up, the first time and now. Now she's back to fucking Mal's feelings. She ruins her, on and on, repeatedly day by day but every single time it's okay, Mal lets herself be ruined by Evie until she breaks because she's so helplessly, irritrievably in love. 

And it kills her everyday, knowing that she can't escape her, that she can't escape every feeling she has felt towards the princess. It was always Evie, even if Ben was in the picture, it was Evie. She fucking hates it. 

The moment Ben saw the fairy, he knew something was wrong. She was tense, clenched fists and a distant look on her blank face. He knew better not to pry but this was Mal, something goes wrong and she holds it in she'd break. She'd turn her backs to everyone if she can't breathe anymore with all the things dawning on her.