"If All Else Fails, We Can Get Married."

Hailee's View

"Fuck." Y/n mumbles typing on her phone.

"What?" I ask.

"I'm shooting a music video and the girl that was supposed to be in it had to cancel." Y/n says.

"I could do it." I say.

"Really?" Y/n asks.

"Yeah, I mean, it'd make more sense if your 'girlfriend' was in it than some random girl." I say.

"Right. The shoot's in New York." Y/n says.

"Okay." I say.

"You're the greatest." Y/n says.

"I know." I say.

She chuckles and I smile.

Time Skip

"Whaddya think?" Y/n asks as the song ends.

"It's good. Is this song about Alex?" I say.

"No." Y/n says.

"So who's it about? You haven't been with anyone since her." I say.

"I have, well, not really. I met a girl at my cousin's graduation and I basically said fuck it and went to Iceland with her after knowing her for 2 days." Y/n says.

"What?!" I ask.

"You never heard of the Iceland Girl Mystery? I posted a bunch of videos that she took of me and everyone was trying to figure out who it was by her voice." Y/n says.

"I was star stuck but we never got past the talking stage." Y/n says.

"Only you could take a trip to Iceland with a girl you barely know, only for it to end up as a situationship." I say.

"Yeah." Y/n says chuckling.

"Do you miss her?" I ask.

"Not really, she reminded me of Alex in a way and that's why I got so attached to her. I had just broke off my engagement and I met someone who was exactly like that person in the early stages of our relationship." Y/n says.

"I mean, you made a song about her. I think you miss her a little bit." I say.

"Nah, I've been trying to get back into dating though." She says.

"Good luck. If all else fails, we can get married." I say.

She laughs and nods.

Honestly, that kiss we had at the game made me feel some kind of way. It was the first kiss we had that felt natural. It didn't feel like I was acting.

It's like I see Y/n in an entirely different light now that I know we never had a real problem with each other.

Time Skip

"So the shoot's tomorrow at 9 AM." Y/n says as I walk out of the bathroom.

"So did you actually grow up in Brooklyn or do you lie about that to fit in?" I ask.

"Do I look like JLo?" Y/n asks.

I laugh and Y/n smiles.

"Why the hell do you have 3 pillows?" I ask.

"Because my neck hurts." Y/n says.

"Okay, and mine does too. We flew on the same plane." I say.

"I'm the star of the music video, I matter the most." Y/n says.

I grab a pillow from behind her head and put it back on my side of the bed. She grabs it back and I clinch my fist.

"We're not doing this again." I say.

"Then let me have it." She says, putting the pillow back.

I grab the pillow and she grabs the other side.

"You greedy bitch." I say, laughing.

"Just let me have it." Y/n says, tugging on the pillow.

"Okay." I say.

I let go of the pillow and Y/n falls out of the bed. She groans and I laugh.

"Help." Y/n says weakly.

I walk over and trip over the pillow. I land on her and she grabs my arm.

"You tried to take my other eye out too?!" She asks.

We both laugh and smile.

"Oh, you're doing this shit on purpose. You gotta be." She says.

"I'm not, I promise." I say.

We stare at each other and I kiss her. She widens her eyes and I quickly get off of her.

Fuck, why did I just do that?!

"Sorry! I didn't-" I say as she gets up.

"It's fine." She says.

"No, I-" I say.

"No, really it's fine." Y/n says.

We stare at each other in silence and she clears her throat.

"Uh, I'm gonna go shower." Y/n says.

I slowly nod and she walks into the bathroom.

"Fuck." I mumble.

I grab one of the room keys and walk out.

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