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valerie casablancas x elijah hewson
chapter four || 🎬🤍🦢

❝ just as you write my number down! ❞

     waking up in the same makeup and outfit felt almost natural for valerie casablancas. however, waking up alone, knowing damn well you did not go to sleep alone was foreign to her.

    the first thought as she took on the crumbled sheets to her left was, "oh!" and then when she stayed silent for a moment, waiting to hear movement in her apartment and didn't she thought, "oh, dear God, i fumbled."

    she buried her head in her hand and sighed, "shit." she whispered, throwing her legs out of the duvet and climbing from her bed.

     her house was small. a one bedroom apartment with a bathroom, an open floor planed kitchen / living room space. it may have been small, but it was very big for one person.

    her room was her favourite place in the home. the pastel pink walls, the many posters littered across her walls and her door. the fairy lights that hung off her mirror and around her wardrobe, the stack of books in the far left corner of the room. it was comforting. all very her.

    she knew exactly where everything was and if something was even moved a minuscule she knew. so, when she looked onto her bedside locker and seen her notebook moved slightly to the right she knew something was up and knew exactly who had moved it.

     she searched her room for a piece of paper and finally found it tucked under her lamp.

     what a loser, she thought as she smiled at the sad face before quickly wiping it from her face when she realised what she was doing.

    now, any reasonable person would have probably grabbed their phone and put the number in her phone, but valerie could not do anything by herself.

     she dialled the only number she knew off by heart and stared blankly at the sheet. two seconds later, the phone answered.

    "what the fuck?" her best friend grumbled and val has never been so happy to hear isobel's
voice.

    "i fear i've fucked up." she sang, sticking her tongue out as if she could be seen.

     "oh, dear God! what did you do?" isobel grumbled.

    "okay, so!" she started, setting the phone down on her bed before laying on her stomach and resting her head on her crossed arms, "you know the way i said i was going home because i felt sick?" isobel mumbled a yes, "so, i lied!"

    "figured."

    valerie cringed slightly, "sorry about that... i left before you showed up, anywho! i went home with this guy, right... and, like, nothing happened — well, he was gonna leave at like three am, and kissed me goodbye, but then i started yapping and could not stop at all, so, he stayed up and listened to me talk until six. i think he spoke maybe six words in those three hours. and then we fell asleep in my bed and then i woke up alone! but he left a note with his number and a sad face. what a loser! i'm gonna cry."

    isobel was silent. the amount of information that just got thrown onto her in a span of seconds was making her brain crash, "okay..." she mumbled after a second, "have you texted him yet?"

    valerie scoffed as if she was insane, "have you lost your mind? why would i do that?"

     the girl on the other line sighed, "valerie..."

     "i am not texting him and you can't make him!"

    "this could be the love of your life and you're just letting him slip away like that." valerie could hear the fake disappointment in her tone and shook her head.

"shut up, belle." val rolled her eyes, bringing one of her manicured nails to her mouth, "should i text him? i mean he did not kill me when i was asleep..."

"bar is in hell." the girl muttered.

"just because you're sworn off love doesn't mean you have to be a bitch."

belle kissed her teeth, "i'm not sworn off love." she spat down the phone, recalling the last time she went on a date and he made her pay because he 'forgot his wallet' he then pulled it out five minutes later to pay for parking and ditched her in the car park, "i'm just wanting for a good guy to come along."

    "what do i even say to him?" valerie asked after a moment.

    "you could say 'thank you for not killing me last night' or is that too weird?"

    "yeah, but what if he's like 'ha ha ha is that who you think i am?' in his stupid accent?" valerie frowned.

   isobel gasped as if remembering shocking information, "omg, yes! he's irish, right?"

   valerie sat straight up, "what the fuck?! how do you know that."

    silence.

    "deuxmoi..."

    "for fuck sake." valerie immediately went to instagram to see her face in one of the recent posts.

    valerie casablancas and elijah hewson— wait a minute.

    "hewson as in... bono?" valerie asked out loud as she typed the name into safari, her jaw dropping soon after, "i knew that sexy ass voice was familiar! he's the frontman for inhaler— they sing that one song you liked a few months ago... what is it?"

    "we have to move on?"

    "yes! that one!" valerie clapped, acting like she was solving a cold case, "oh, my God... i brought him home." she frowned, "do i have a thing for nepo babies?"

    "fork found in kitchen i fear, gorgeous." belle smiled.

    "oh, no."

i am sixteen and i am afraid of elijah hewson ☹️

ITS MY BIRTHDAY IN 13 DAYS!!!!