𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙚! Hailee Steinfeld X M! Reader

12. Resilience.

The air in the room seemed to hold its breath as Hailee and Taylor exchanged a serious conversation, the weight of the revelation sinking in.

"Tay, I'm serious," Hailee confessed, a nervous laugh barely masking her apprehension. Taylor, on the other hand, wore a serious expression, her eyes holding a wisdom earned through her own experiences.

"I am serious too. I was talking to him just now," Taylor revealed, her tone steady. Hailee's eyes widened in surprise, anticipation etched on her face. "He said he has feelings for you, and these feelings are new to him, and it's a bit overwhelming," Taylor continued.

Hailee's fingers tapped anxiously on the table. "I—I don't know. I don't want to pressure him. Do you think I should talk to him?" she questioned, searching for guidance.

"Yeah, of course, but..." Taylor's lips curled into a knowing smile.

"But?" Hailee's brow furrowed, prompting Taylor to clarify.

"As Hailee, not Emily," Taylor suggested, her words carrying the weight of experience. Hailee chuckled, a mix of nerves and disbelief.

"He hates me. I mean, he hates Hailee," Hailee admitted, revealing the inner conflict she grappled with.

"You are Hailee. Trust me, this double life you are living, I have seen it destroy people and their relationships and never helped them," Taylor cautioned, her eyes reflecting a blend of concern and firmness.

"I know. I agree, but this is complicated," Hailee confessed, acknowledging the intricate web she had woven.

"It's not at all complicated. He likes Emily, and he will like Hailee as well," Taylor assured, her certainty cutting through the complexity.

"Haha. You think so?" Hailee chuckled, a glimmer of hope surfacing.

"Hailee, it's you! Emily is you. How can he like Emily and not Hailee!" Taylor exclaimed, emphasizing the simple truth.

"Alright. Alright, I get it. But..." Hailee hesitated, seeking a way to navigate the challenging path ahead.

"There's no 'but.' I'm not supporting you unless you tell him the truth," Taylor asserted, her arms crossed, embodying a resolute stance.

"I'll lose him, for fu*k's sake! Try to understand, Tay," Hailee pleaded, her desperation evident.

"You won't. Trust me on this. You can't play with his feelings like this," Taylor warned, her words carrying the weight of experience.

Hailee stared at her blankly, the gravity of the situation settling in. After a momentary silence, Emily rose from her seat. "I'll do what I must. I don't want him to hate me," she declared, determination in her eyes, and left the room.

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The hotel room was bathed in a soft, ambient light as Y/N sat near a piano, his fingers dancing gracefully over the keys, producing a sweet melody that filled the air. Emily entered, her face reflecting the lingering shadows of the serious conversation she had with Taylor.

The melody, infectious in its beauty, resonated with a kind of magic that transcended mere sound. It wasn't just a song; it was a journey, a cascade of notes that stirred the very soul. The piano, an extension of Y/N's emotions, became a storyteller, weaving tales that echoed through the room.

"Hey, I didn't know you played piano," Emily exclaimed, a pleasant surprise in her voice.

Y/N, momentarily lost in the music, looked up, a smile gracing his features. "Hey. Yeah. I took piano classes when I was little."

"That's cool. I bet you can sing as well," Emily guessed, her curiosity evident.

"Not that good, but yeah," Y/N admitted, the humility in his smile making him even more endearing.