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littlexscarletxwitch · 1 year

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hi there! really love your work especially for florence! 😍

I guess this is kind of an AU, I’m a real simp when it comes to flo singing or anything music related. would it be possible if you could do a scenario where flo works as a singer/performer at a live music bar/pub, has been friends and eventually head over heels with R but has been stuck in a toxic relationship with s/o and flo has been discreetly convincing R that there’s someone (flo obviously HEHE) out there who would treat R better, so flo decides to write a song and invites R to come watch flo perform, as the song is dedicated to R, although R has a dilemma of fixing things with the toxic s/o, or watch flo perform instead …

GAHHH it’d be great if this ends with a big fluff! the song can be anything, could be the actual songs she made or just a song recommendation that would fit the situation. I hope you can continue with the rest of the details cuz i know for sure I’ll enjoy reading it nonetheless! 🧡🙏🏻

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗱 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵

paring: au!florence pugh x gn!reader

tag(s): fluff, hurt/comfort, r deserving better, toxic relationship, flo super in love with r, proofread but let me know about any mistake

warning(s): mentions of consuming alcohol, mentions of domestic violence (nothing explicit tho), gaslight, abusive boyfriend, gaslight, mentions of psychological abuse, language, grammatical error, (tell me if I missed anything)

word count: 6k

note: when I first read this request I went crazy. I was like this, this is *chef's kiss* c'est magnifique. I had so many ideas for this fic and wanted it to be perfect. I also wanted it to be long, hence the 6k words. I really loved writing this. I had so many options for the song, it literally wasn't until last minute that I decided to go with that one. I really hope you like this just as much as I do, nonnie. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you enjoy! <3

requests are open! + check my rules here <3

His words were venom, piercing your ears and hammering in your brain.

Tears were forming in the corner of your eyes, but you didn’t dare to shed them, not in front of him. You weren’t going to give him that satisfaction over and over again. He didn’t deserve it.

But it hadn’t always been like that —he hadn’t always been like that. As he kept on his lecture towards you about breaking that glass, your mind drift off to the day you met him.

The moment you met him you felt like he was your other half. You thought he was everything you ever wanted, desired and needed. There was something about him that made you feel at ease around him, as if you had known him your entire life. But the truth was you didn’t know him at all.

That day when the two of you crossed paths, he showed you the version of himself that he wanted you to see. He appeared to be a gentleman, always so caring and giving you everything you yearn for. And you fell for him, for his lies. You couldn’t see who he really was.

You remembered that day, you ran to find her —Florence. A big smile was plastered on your face, and it was all because of him. You told her about this man you met waiting for your coffee, you told her that you felt he was the one. She called you crazy for feeling that way about a stranger, and warned you that for all the two of you knew, he could be a serial killer. But you were too naive to listen to her, trusting your heart and not your gut, and just let yourself open up to the possibility that he could be the one person you had been looking for your whole life. The one person you had been reading all those stories about, the one person the main character fell for, the one person to fulfil you. And now he was the one person you feared.

You didn’t know how the two of you got to this point. It all changed without you even noticing it. His caring caress became careless and turned into firmed grips, leaving blue marks on your skin. His light touch turned into slaps. His sweet kisses became poisonous. His loving eyes are now gone and loveless. He was not even a shadow of the person you had met. It was as if you had imagined him, a reflection of what your heart wished for and your brain was too kind and let you fall for him.

The loud sound of the door closing made you jump, bringing you back to reality. You thanked it was over, at least for now. You were thankful that he only hit you with words. You noticed his car keys were gone, you figured he would be on his way to his favourite bar. The place he frequented everytime he would snap at you. The thought of it made you sick, as if he was the one suffering and he had to drown all his pain and sorrow by intoxicating himself, while you had to stay here, figuring out how to pick yourself up.

You stayed there, sat on the couch, reliving the last few seconds on your mind. Flashes of him screaming at you, anger all over his face, all because of a stupid fucking glass. You wanted to cry and scream all your pain away. But it wasn't going to help you at all.

You didn’t know how to get out of this, this whole fucking mess that you now got to called life, —your life. So you decided to go to the only place where you would feel safe, warm and at home. You took a look at the clock hanging on the wall. It was now 9PM, she was just getting started. If you were to leave now, you’ll be there for at least her second song.

You quickly grabbed a hoodie, put on your converse and walked out the door. You needed to go to her, you needed her to feel safe, to tell you that everything was going to be okay, you needed her to put you back together, like she always did.

The bar where Florence worked was only a block away from your apartment. And as you predicted you got there when she started to announce her next song. The loud noise of chattering filled your ears as soon as you entered the place. But soon died down as she made herself heard.

“Okay, this next one is called ‘Sweet Caroline’,” the cheering of the people cut her off, which made her chuckle. “Alright, looks like you guys know that one, so please sing along with us.”

You took a look at her, she moved so confidently on the small stage. A smile found its way into her lips. She was a natural, she was born for this. They all loved her.

A familiar chime began to play on the guitar, soon followed by Florence’s angelic voice. Although it was a more rock version of the original song, you found comfort in her voice. Soon everyone began to cheer her, and started singing along with her. But all you could focus on was her voice. You noticed the crowd clapping their hands to the beat of the drums. And then everyone lost their minds by the time of the chorus. Screaming, clapping, cheering.

You looked around yourself, taking in the atmosphere. Everyone seemed to be having the time of their life, moving their bodies to the beat of the song. You believed most of them were drunk already, or maybe getting there, but every single one of them had a big smile on their face.

You envied them. You wanted to enjoy yourself along with them, get lost in the moment and just dance to Florence's voice. But you couldn't since the last few minutes of your life still were at the back of your mind. Lurking and waiting patiently for you to break once again. But then Florence’s eyes found yours in the sea of people. Her smile grew wider at the sight of you. Your lips formed into a small smile, trying not to worry her right now. You couldnt mess this up for her. She told you once that when she was up there, it was as if she was on the top of the world. So who were you to take that away from her?

But you couldn’t fool her. She knew something was wrong with you the second her eyes landed on your frame. Your fake smile could fool anyone, sometimes even her. But your eyes could never. She could see the pain in them. Something had happened to you.

Soon enough the song ended, loud cheerings and clappings filled the room.

“I just want to thank everyone here for being an amazing public,” people whooing at her words. “Please give it up for Josie, the owner, but I think you already know her,” people now were cheering for Josie. “Us being up here wouldn’t be possible without her, so, thank you Jo. Um, we are going to take a break now, but we’ll be back real quick, I promise. Enjoy your beers. Thank you.”

Florence quickly made her way off of the stage and tried to find you. You weren’t hard to find. She knew exactly where you were waiting for her. Sitting on a bar stool, a glass in your hands which she hoped was just coke, patiently waiting for her. She slowly approached towards you, placing her hand on your back so you would know she was now beside you. Ready to help you in any way she could.

“Y/n?” she softly asked you, almost whispering. But you could hear her no matter the loud noise around you. You would always find a way to listen to her calming voice.

“Hey, you!” you faked a smile. “You were absolutely brilliant up there, I loved every second.”

“Just talk to me, Y/n. I can see you’re hurting. Tell me what he did this time,” it didn’t surprise you that she already knew something had happened between you and him.

Even though she didn’t say his name, just the mention of him brought back the memories of what had happened earlier. Your eyes got watery while your mind took you back to that scene. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to not spill your tears, and all you could see was his angry face, shouting at you.

“I, um, I broke a glass, it was my fault, I–,” your own sobs cut you off.

Florence cursed under her breath.

“Oh, baby. It’s not your fault. It could never be your fault,” she hugged you. Breathing in her perfume calmed you down. “He's an asswhole,” she grabbed your face, making you look at her. “You hear me? He doesn’t deserve you, okay? You’re too good for him. You should dumb his ass tonight.”

“Flo, I don’t know–.”

“I swear I’m going to kill him, I swear, Y/n. Please, don’t go back there,” her fingertips were tracing circles in your cheeks, heat slowly creeping over your face. “ Stay at my place, yes? You can stay as long as you need to. Hell, you could stay forever for all I care,” she joked, but she actually meant what she said. “Just don’t go back to him.”

You noticed tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Guilt washing over you, because you caused them.

“I can’t leave him, Flo. He is everything I’ve ever known. Who would want someone as broken as me?”

I would. I always have. Florence thought, but she couldn't find her voice to tell you.

Instead she said, “You, Y/n, are the most kind, caring, selfless, loving person I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet. Anyone would be lucky to be right by your side. Damn it, Y/n. You have no idea how special you are. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, and then you’ll understand how fucking remarkable you are.”

You couldn't hold the tears any longer.

“Oh, no, don’t cry,” but it was too late. Tears were running down your cheeks. She gently wiped them out with her fingertips, but you couldn’t stop them from keeping on falling. “He doesn’t deserve your tears, baby.”

You noticed Florence’s lips on your forehead, leaving small kisses there. She then moved further down to your left cheek, kissing your tears away. Lastly, she left a kiss in the corner of your lips. Which made your stomach and skin burn. You instantly move your head her way, as if trying to find her lips. But she had already pulled back.

You didn’t know why you did that, why you felt the need to feel her lips against yours, or why you were already missing her lips on your skin. But it was now long forgotten. It was just your body reacting to touch, you told yourself. But it felt good that it was her touch.

“Stay with me, yes? At least for tonight, until we figured out what to do, okay?”

She made it sound so easy, and you wanted to believe it could be that easy. So you agreed. Tom would probably get mad at you for coming home late, or coming the next morning. But you were done thinking about him for the rest of the day. As Florence said, you two could figure something out later.

Florence stayed with you as long as she could. She spent her entire break hugging you, kissing you, and telling you sweet words. She was afraid that you would break down once again if she left you. But she had to do her job, the public, her band and Josie were counting on her. Much to her dismay, she left you, leaving kisses all over your face, promising she would be right back.

Before she got on stage, she went to Josie and asked her to keep an eye on you. Josie, ever being the kind woman she was, didn't have any kind of problem with it. She actually liked you, so she didn’t mind one bit spending time with you.

You didn’t want Florence to leave. Your heart shrunk the moment you watched her walking away from you. You already missed her and she was only a few feet away from you. Anxiety was creeping over you, your right leg bouncing and your nails picking at your fingers. You needed her soothing touch, her soft warm skin against yours, her lips kissing all your worries away. You felt the noise in the small room getting louder and louder, coming through your ears and pounding your brain. You watched as Josie got closer to you telling you something, probably just saying ‘hello’, but you couldn’t make out her words. It was all becoming too much. And all of a sudden it stopped.

“Alright, we’re back,” Florence spoke loudly through the microphone.

Your brain caught on her voice immediately, as if she was the only person in the room, maybe even in the whole universe.

People shouted as soon as they heard her voice. It seemed like they needed to hear her voice as badly as you did. But you knew you were the only one that felt that way.

“I’m glad all of you chose to stay a bit longer,” even though you could see in her eyes that she was thinking about you, she was shining, even brighter than the sun. “So, we have a few songs left for you. I hope you enjoyed yourselves tonight, and without further ado: hit it, Jake!” She called out for the drummer to start the little countdown.

Once again the sound of the guitar filled your ears, quickly followed by the drums and finally Florence’s ethereal voice. As soon as she began singing you found yourself getting lost in her —her voice. There was something so comforting about it that it made you feel at home, safe and loved. You almost thought you had forgotten how that felt, but Florence was right there to remind you.

Soon enough, you felt your anxiety fading away the more you listened to her. It almost felt like she was just signing to you, and only you. And when her eyes found yours, you finally felt at ease. Or at least that's what you wanted to think. You felt your heart picking up its pace when she sent a wink your way, a grin forming on her lips which made your stomach flip.

Suddenly a voice pulled you out from your thoughts. This time hearing her clearly.

“She’s good, isn’t she?” Josie said, while refilling your glass of coke.

You took one more look at Florence before replying, she was jumping around on the stage. You smiled at that scene. Her happiness was yours.

“She’s outstanding,” you corrected her, forcing yourself to stop looking at Florence.

“You know, she talks about you all the time.”

“Does she?” the thought of Florence talking about you to Josie made you blushed.

“All the time,” she emphasised. “Doesn’t matter if it’s about how breathtaking you are, or how adorable you look in certain clothes, or when she mumbles nonstop about how important you are to her, she always finds a way to talk about you. Even if it’s just to talk shit about that asswhole you called boyfriend.”

Her words took you by surprise, but then again Florence was your best friend, of course she would talk so fondly about you. Then you realised what Josie had said about Tom.

“Yeah, I’m trying to figure out how to handle that part.”

“There’s no handling him, Y/n. You just need to leave his stupidass, simple as that.”

“It’s not that simple, Jo. What if he gets mad about it? What if he…?” you trailed off, not wanting to put that thought out in the world. You glanced at Florence, as if making sure she was alright.

“He’s not going to mess with her, he knows better than that. He just goes after you because you let him, honey. I’m not trying to sound mean here, I’m just trying to help you out. So, my advice to you is that you leave him, send someone to pick up your stuff and never see that motherfucker ever again.”

“I–.”

“It’s okay, hon, you don’t have to say anything,” Josie cut you off, afraid she got carried away by her emotions. “I understand you, I once was in a position like yours. And I understand how complicated it all is. I just needed you to hear it from someone who went through something similar,” she caressed your cheek, as if both trying to comfort you and herself. “Just take care of yourself, okay? Promise me you will,” you could only nod at her, a lump formed in your throat unabling you to speak up.

You watched as she went to attend her customers, her words echoing in your brain. You were so engulfed by Josie’s words that you didn’t notice that Florence was now saying goodbye to the crowd.

“Thank you, everyone for this amazing night. We’re Florence and The Pixies. Goodnight!” As soon as Florence said goodbye, people screamed and cheered one last time for her and the band.

Once Florence got off the stage, she went looking for you.

“Hey,” you noticed a thin layer of sweat was covering her body, her short blonde hair was a mess. She still looked stunning. “Let me get my things and will be on our way, okay?”

You only nodded at her, watching her back as she went on to gather her things. Minutes later you watch as she said goodbye to Jake, Karen and Camilla, her band members, and made her way back to you.

“Let’s get you home,” she said, wrapping her arm around your shoulders.

You leaned into her touch, seeking warmth and safety.

“Goodnight, Jo,” the both of you said at the same time, chuckling at the exact same choice of words.

“Have fun, sweeties,” Josie sent a wink your way, to which you playfully rolled your eyes.

The moment the two of you got to her car, she quickly made her way to your door and opened up for you.

“Why thank you, kind lady,” you joked while taking your seat.

“My pleasure, my dear,” she said before closing the door.

You watched as she opened the door to the backseats and tossed her bag inside. Closed the door and made her way to the driver's side.

She started the car, fastened her seatbelt, looked over at you to make sure you had yours fastened as well, and then she drove the car out of the parking lot.

“Hey, you wanna grab some food?”

“Yeah, sure. I can call that Italian restaurant you like and we can pick it up.”

“Oh, yeah. Um, I want the one that is like rice, but that’s not what they called it.”

“Risotto?” you held your laugh.

“Yeah, that one.”

You called the restaurant while Florence drove the two of you there. They told you it would be ready to pick up in twenty minutes, but you two were only five minutes away from the restaurant.

Once you got to the restaurant parking lot, Florence turned off the car while the two of you waited. Florence thought this would be the right moment to tell you about her exciting news.

“You know, I, um, I’m signing a new song tomorrow night.”

“Oh, really?” you raised your eyebrows.

“Yeah. Actually, I wrote it.”

“You did? Why didn’t you tell me?” you playfully smacked her arm.

“I wanted you to listen to it once it was finished. And it’s finished now. I would love for you to hear it tomorrow night.”

“Hell, yeah. I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you smiled at her, she felt her cheeks burn at the sight of you. “What is it about?”

“Well, you’ll have to hear it,” she shrugged.

“Oh, come on! Is it about an ex? Is it about Morgan? God, I hated Morgan,” you felt your throat burning at that thought.

“It’s not about Morgan,” Florence said with a playful tone, her words easing up the burning.

“Then tell me, please,” but she wasn’t going to give you an answer. “What could it be about?” you thought at loud. You gasped in realisation, “is it about me?”

Florence was biting her bottom lip, trying to hold her smile but failing miserably.

“Maybe…” she trailed off.

Your eyes winded at her answer, your heart skipped a beat, your cheeks were now red. You couldn’t believe she wrote a song about you.

[...]

You were now laying in Florence’s bed. You two were so tired that after having dinner the two of you just went to bed.

Florence thought you were already asleep, your breathing was so calmed and slowly. She gently caressed your cheek, afraid that you’ll wake up by her touch. In the dim light she could see your soft lips, slightly parted. She stared at them more than she usually would, trailing their shape with her eyes. You were so close to her that if she were to move, her lips would brush yours. Florence’s heart beating faster at the thought.

She wasn’t properly thinking, she couldn’t when you were that close to her. Your intoxicating perfume made her mind fuzzy. Or so she told herself, that she wasn’t thinking, that she was only reacting —reacting to you, your body, your lips, your scent. And so she leaned closer to you, and left a sweet kiss in the corner of your lips.

The light kiss would have probably gone unnoticed by you if it was from a different person. But it was hers, and, even though you were half asleep, your body reacted to her as it would always do. Your eyes immediately opened when you felt her lips on your skin.

“I’m sorry, I thought you were asleep,” she whispered. She was sorry for waking you up, but not for kissing you.

“It’s okay,” you whispered back.

Her eyes seemed to be a darker shade of green in the poor light, almost as if they were filled with lust. Your eyes trailed down her nose, and then her lips. The lips that you had just made contact with. You realised you were staring at them, so you quickly looked up to find her eyes.

“Y/n…” Florence trailed off. You noticed her voice got lower, making your stomach flipped.

You unconsciously licked your lips before speaking.

“Yes?”

You noticed she swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat.

“I want to, um,” she looked at your lips once, as if you would understand just by the simple action. You understood perfectly. “But I don’t want to fucked things up between us.”

“It’s okay, Flossie,” you moved closer to her, your nose brushing hers, waiting for her to finally take you out of your misery.

You were both breathing heavily, the air felt thick, and you felt this sort of electricity running through your whole body.

You gasped as you watched her leaning closer and a soft moan escaped from your mouth the moment you felt her lips against yours. She tasted so sweet. Her lips felt foreign but also familiar. It felt as if you were only made to kiss her lips, and her lips only. Your heart picked up its pace. Your hand went to find her short hair, gently pulling it, earning a whimper out of her. She bit your bottom lip making you groan. She moved her lips away from yours to leave a trail of kisses and bites down your neck, marking you as hers.

“That’s going to leave a mark.”

“That’s why I did it,” even though you couldn’t see her face, you could feel the grin in her words.

You grabbed her by her chin, forcing her lips back to yours. Now that you had tasted them you couldn’t get enough of them. Your lips kissed and bit hers. Both of your tongues were dancing with each other. The quiet room was now filled with soft moans and whimpers coming out from the both of you.

You pressed her chest closer to yours, wanting to feel every inch of her body. You soon realised that your skin was on fire, your mind was clouded by thoughts of her, and although you wanted to take things further, you knew it wasn’t the right time. Not with Tom still in the picture, you would have to handle that situation and then, maybe, you could put your shit together to be what she needed.

Much to your dismay you pulled back from her, resting your forehead on hers.

“I, um,” you struggled to find the words, it was as if your brain had gotten drunk on her. “I need to take care of Tom first, okay?” Florence's heart ached at the mention of him. “I promise I will cut him off and then we can talk about this, about us, yes? Maybe after I listen to that wonderful song of yours, okay?”

You watched as stars formed in her eyes, her lips flashing you an upside down smile.

“Okay, I can do that,” she whispered, almost like she couldn't believe it was actually happening.

You put your arm around her shoulders, letting her rest her hand on your chest. Florence could feel your heartbeat, beating as fast as hers. Her arms wrapped around your waist, she didn’t want to let go of you. She breathed in your scent and found comfort in it.

You left a light kiss on her forehead, before finally closing your eyes with a smile on your face, and let exhaustion take over you. That night, you peacefully slept, wrapped in Florence’s arms. Knowing that you were safed, loved and at home. But most importantly, you were with her. And that was all you needed for your heart and mind to be at ease. Even though things would get messy the next day.

[...]

You spent almost the entire day at Florence’s. You told yourself that you only wanted to be with her, and it was true, but it was also an excuse to not face Tom. You watched as your phone lit up once again, his name covering the screen. But you ignore the call, same as the other 20 times he had called before. It was stupid to do that, it would only get him angrier. But as Josie told you, he wouldn’t dare to come near Florence, he would only mess with you.

You were scared how he would react to you breaking up with him. Although you wanted to live in the present with Florence, all your mind could think of was all the things he would say or do to convince you to stay with him.

You wanted to believe that you wouldn’t fall for lies again, but you weren’t that strong. So you could only hope that things would go well.

By nightfall, you asked Florence to drive you home. She insisted that she wanted to stay with you, in case you needed her. But you reassured her that you would be okay, besides she already had to be at Josie’s, getting ready for her show.

Before getting out of the car, you pecked her lips and promised her you would be there to hear her song. Your heart shrunk as you watched her driving away. You more than anything wanted that to be the truth, that you’d be in time for her song, —your song. You only hoped Tom didn’t make things harder for you.

You took the stairs and in no time, you reached the second floor. You headed to yours and Tom’s apartment door, you took a big breath and opened up the door. That was it, no backing down now.

The smell of alcohol filled your nose as soon as you walked in, the tv was on, there were pizza left overs on the tea table, and Tom was passed out on the couch. You let out the breath you had been holding when your eyes landed on his unconscious body, maybe the universe was on your side this time. You took this as a sign to gather your stuff and leave him, you decided to pack some clothes and some hygiene products and leave the rest. It didn’t matter to you anyways.

You carefully made your way to yours and Tom’s shared bedroom, even though it had been a long time since the two of you last shared that bed. You grabbed the biggest bag you could find and started to toss everything you could inside. You were almost done when you heard steps coming from the kitchen. Your heart, that had calmed down once you saw Tom pass out, was now beating twenty times faster.

Slowly you headed to the front door, you saw Tom looking for a beer in the fridge. You thought that maybe you could leave unnoticed, as if you were never there in the first place. But your brain caught on it too late, and Tom was now facing you.

“Y/n?” his voice was raspy, you weren’t sure if it was because of the alcohol or because he had just woken up. “Where have you been? I’ve been calling you nonstop,” he sounded as if he had been worried sick, he reminded you of the Tom you first met.

But your heart and mind knew better than that. They now knew that all he did was lie, that he didn’t mean any kind word coming out of his mouth, that he only spoke venom, and you were done with it, this time for good. You had already given him a second chance, and a third, and a fourth, and so many more that you lost count. This was it.

“I’m leaving, Tom,” you whispered but loud enough for him to hear.

You felt your hands shaking, a lump in your throat.

“You can’t leave, Y/n. You won’t.”

“I have to,” tears were starting to form in your eyes, but you weren’t going to shed them.

“You won’t leave, Y/n. You hear me? You are nothing without me,” he slammed the beer against the floor, you jumped at the sound of glass shattering.

Tom noticed it, and it made him change his approach.

“Y/n, baby, come on, It’s me.”

“No,” you shook your head wanting all of it to be over.

“Jesus Chrit, come on, Y/n. Just put the bag down. We can talk about this, come on, baby,” he slowly stepped closer to you, but you backed down, hitting your back to the door. “It's because of her, isn’t it?” he spat. “I knew that bitch would cause trouble. Don’t you see? She’s trying to break us apart. Just take a breath okay? Come sit with me, yes? It’s you and me, come on. It’s just us. I love you, Y/n. I really do. Let’s just talk about this.”

A part of you wanted to believe him, wanted to believe he could be better, that he could be the man you fell for. But he wasn’t there anymore, and neither was the person you once were.

You looked at the clock, it was almost 9PM, time for her show.

Memories of her came rushing through your mind. Her gentle touch, her soft lips against yours, her fingertips tracing circles on your skin, her teeth leaving marks on your neck, her loving eyes, her sweet moans. And then you realised, that was what love was all about. And Tom was far away from that.

“You don’t love me, Tom,” you finally found your voice. “Maybe in that sick brain of yours you really think this is love. But it’s not. And you know what,” you reached for the door handle, “I pity you. Because you’ll never know what love is,” you quickly walked outside.

“Y/n, I swear to God–,” but the shut door didn’t let you listen to him.

Given that Florence’s show was about to start, you ran downstairs and made your way to the bar. You couldn't miss this, you didn’t want to. You ran as fast as your legs could carry you and hoped you would be there on time.

“Alright, we are Florence and The Pixies,” you heard once you walked in, relief washing over you as she was just getting started.

You were a panting mess and your legs felt like they were going to give up any second, but you couldn’t let that happen.

“I, um, I wrote this song,” you pushed yourself through the crowd getting closer to the stage, —to her. “It’s a really special song, I wrote it for someone I really love,” her eyes finally found yours, finding comfort in them and letting out the breath she didn’t realise she was holding. “I hope you like it, it’s called: ‘You Stupid Bitch” she said looking right at you, a grin plastered on her face.

Your eyes winded at the title of the song, she chuckled at your reaction and sent a wink your way, your cheeks went red immediately.

The sound of the drums and guitar filled your ears, soon followed by the bass, and then Florence’s voice.

“You let the wrong people love you.”

Your mind instantly thought of Tom.

“But you don't see that, do you?”

It was true, you had only realised a few seconds ago that what Tom felt for you wasn't love.

“When you cry and need my comfort. I drop everything to come over.”

All those times you went to her, seeking warmth and safety that she could only offer.

“Don't bite your lip or grit your teeth. Just count to ten and try to breathe. You stupid bitch, can't you see? The perfect one for you is me.”

Your eyes were now glossy, knowing that she was right. You mentally cursed yourself for not realising her feelings towards you sooner.

“You don't know what you deserve. And that's why you end up hurt.”

Your mind went back to that night when you asked Florence who would want someone as broken as you.

“But you never listen. Take my advice as criticism. Then make the worst decisions.”

Florence warned you about Tom, what you didn’t listen.

“Don't bite your lip or grit your teeth. Just count to ten and try to breathe. You stupid bitch, can't you see? The perfect one for you is me,” her eyes never left yours, you could see the love she felt for you in them.

She jumped off the stage and moved towards you.

“You stupid bitch, can't you see? The perfect one for you is me,” she finished her song.

She was now just an inch away from you.

You bit your bottom lip, trying both to hold your tears and your smile. You couldn’t believe all that she had been holding back.

“Message received,” you joked.

“I, um, I–” she tried to say but your lips got her off.

She didn’t feel foreign this time, she felt good, familiar, right. You were lost in her lips but you still could hear the crowd cheering for the both of you. Which made you smile into the kiss. Much to your dismay, you pulled back from her, not wanting to share more of that special moment with all the half drunk people around you.

“What about–?

“It’s over.”

“Really?” Florence couldn't hold her smile nor she wanted to.

“Just you and me now,” you rested your forehead against hers.

“I, I love you, Y/n,” you heard Josie cheering but you weren’t really listening to her words. The only thing on your mind was Florence.

“I love you more,” you said, and this time it felt real, you felt complete.

You finally had what you had always been looking for.

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