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

❝ maybe that was the beginning of your love affair! ❞

     three weeks had passed since elijah hewson had walked out the threshold of valerie's apartment and much to her surprise that didn't mean he was completely walking out from her life.

she was shocked when twelve hours after he left be had sent her a very lengthy message about just shit his flight was and how much he would miss her very warm apartment.

valerie was currently lying in her friend isobels bed while the two scrolled aimless through social media. the room was silent — apart from the low sound of tiktok's playing and the odd laugh that would tumble from their lips. this was definitely one of her favourite things to do with her friends. just sit in bed with a bowl of popcorn while watching their own phone and occasionally showing the other person a video.

    as she scrolled past yet another chris evans edit, her phone screen lit up. 'elijah is calling.' her eyes almost rolled out of her head.

    "i'm not answering that." she said straight away, leaving isobel very confused.

    the girls eyes knitted together, "what?" she thrusted the phone into the girls hands and once she caught site of what was going on, she let out a cackle, "you're answering it."

    isobel pushed the girl into her previous position before answering the phone for her and winking.

    "valerie!" his voice echoed through the room and she immediately smiled.

    "elijah!" she said, matching his enthusiasm.

    his smile was wide as he placed her on the couch, "i've been working on the new album — don't tell a soul. would you like to hear some?"

    valerie nodded, "but!" she turned the camera to her friend who's eyes went very wide, "we have a visitor. well, i'm in her house, but you get the point!" she rushed out as belle waved at the man.

    "oh, hi?"

     "hello, elijah bob patricius guggi q hewson."

valerie turned the camera back to her the second his face dropped, "you told her?" he asked and she shrugged, "i tell her everything!"

"i can't believe this, val." he numbered into the phone, faking sadness. she had to smile. how could she not?

    "i'm sorry, eli." she frowned dramatically before shaking her head.

"it's okay." he shrugged, "anyway. would you like to hear."

"yes!" she said, snuggling into the covers and smiling down the phone at him.

    she wasn't sure how long she stayed on the phone with him as he hummed soft melodie's, while his hands strummed the guitar gracefully. once he was finished, she set the phone down before making a point out of clapping really loudly.

     "you should really make a career out of this." she joked once she picked the phone back up.

elijah rolled his eyes, snatching the phone from the arm of the chair, "well, are you wooed?"

"oh, sweet boy." she looked down the phone as if she was looking a child, "you can't just whoosh my heart away because you can play guitar... do you not know who i am?"

    he had disgust written all over his face, "i'm older than you. you can't just call me 'sweet boy'." he would be lying if he said his ego wasn't bruised.

    "i don't give a fuck." she laughed, "my point stands."

"your evil." he narrowed his eyes.

valerie once again laughed, but stopped once she caught site of the background, "is that... bobby?"

    "yes." he replied, turning the camera towards the man who had tinfoil wrapped around his head.

    "what are you doing to that poor man?" she asked, completely horrified.

     elijah flicked his wrist down, "don't even acknowledge him. he'll go mental." when valerie have him a blank look, practically begging him to go on, he sighed, "he wanted to go blond."

    "blondie skeetz? that'll do wonders." she mumbled. it was safe to say she was terrified of the inhaler fandom, "free him."

    "do not free him!" she heard being shouted down from the other end of the phone.

    she raised her eyebrows, "ryan." elijah explained, which led to her smiling widely.

    "i love him. i think he's a cutie." elijah mocked a glare at her before his lips turned upwards, "who wrapped him in aluminium foil? surely there's better ways..."

    "my sister eve. he came home from getting it professionally done and it wasn't what he wanted — his words — so she went to boots and got bleach and then wrapped tinfoil around his head."

    "tinfoil." she quoted, "i like your funny words."

     elijah rolled his eyes.

    "is that the valerie?" a girls voice spoke and all colour drained from his face.

    "fuck off, eve." he spat, pushing his sister away. he then looked down at the phone, "i don't want you getting harassed so i will be hanging up."

    "i want to talk to your sister." she said, "i wanna know what little eli was like."

    "fuck no." he pronounced every letter, "bye, valerie!"

    "bye, elijah?"

i've been meaning to post this for three days...