Smokᥱ Fιᥣᥣᥱd Room ⮕ 𝚏𝚝. 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚠𝚒𝚗

ffsbrendon​:

I swear TMZ plots that shit.  They were probably stalking you and hey, let’s run into her and catch it all.  I wouldn’t put it past them.  They are always looking for the next mark.  What were you blasting?  That is my question. 

I am with you on that one! There’s no way they happen to be there at the right time and place every single time and be completely innocent right? I think we should whip up a conspiracy theory about this. Some good ol’ Green Day, right where it all hurts.. Boulevard of Broken Dreams, honey.

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤

“Tired of being so sad, tired of getting so mad, baby Stop right now, you'll only let me down...”

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Alcohol Usage .... and Justin Bieber. 🤷‍♀️

10 minutes... 

 The features on the blonde's exquisite face were stone cold, her brown eyes staring at her lockscreen while she waited for a text back from Justin. Weeks passed since their last altercation, when everything ended on a sour but heartbreaking note. Unlocking her screen, she checked her messages again only to find they were left unread. Her gaze turned to the house they once shared, seeing the hallway light illuminating the center of the house -- he was home but refused to acknowledge her. A strained breath left her lips and she threw her hands up in defense.  Hailey played it by his rules for years, at least she owed it to herself to get the rest of her belongings and Oscar back into her care. Unlocking her car, she let herself out of her Range Rover and released another sigh to steady her racing heart when she stood in front of the house. Her sneakers hit against the pavement while her fingers shakily fidgeted with the key. Maybe with her luck, Justin wouldn't be home after all. 

Her fingers wrapped around the doorknob, praying under her breath this would be seamless while she inserted the key. Fiddling with the knob a few times, the model cursed under her breath while she turned it once more. Click. Finally. Stepping in quietly, the waft of his cologne greeted her and it instantly crushed her. Her heartbreak shattered harder, her pain growing unbearable while it burned through her veins. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill. She breathed shakily, glancing around  their living room. She wanted to surrender, she wanted to fight. Hailey never gave up easily, not when it came to the people she loved.  Justin’s voice traveled down the staircase, causing Hailey to perk up as a force of habit. Tightening her lips, the blonde struggled to contain herself. She knew she had to constrain her itch to run to him and mumble apologizes, especially when she heard a female voice answer back.

Her sadness suddenly replaced itself with infuriating rage, seeing red. Hailey stalked upstairs to her closet and yanked her suitcases out. She didn't care, she didn't want to think it through and she would rather be caught dead than work it out with him now. Piling clothes into them, she didn't have a plan or cared to be organized when the voices got louder. Giggles boomed from the bedroom, tears springing to her eyes once again. Her breath got shallower and panicky because she didn't want to face him or whoever the hell his mistress could be. Zipping one of the suitcases, she moved to the next while hangers were thrown everywhere and she focused on grabbing the basics. A bark sounded through the walk-in closet, breaking Hailey from her frenzy while Oscar whimpered and greeted her. Kneeling down, she gathered the pup in her arms and ran her fingers through his fur. "It's going to be me and you now, okay?" the blonde whispered, choking back a sob at the realization of how fast everything was ripped out from underneath her feet. She was done, she was out of this. Hailey wanted nothing to do with Justin, not when he moved on and clearly never loved her in the first place. 

Wheeling out her suitcases after letting Oscar roam free, she craned her neck to press her ear against the door of the bedroom the couple once shared. Breaths and whispers echoed back, the rage roaming high and scalding through her. Throwing the door open, the female leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms. "Nice... real trophy move." she spat. Her eyes gazed over the woman beside him, instantly recognizing her. It seemed like Justin didn’t need Hailey anymore.. it kind of felt like he couldn’t be tied down. Seeing him in basketball shorts and the other femme barely dressed in anything one could consider to be modest, it stung more. Locking eyes with the male, his words surprised her. "You're just now coming to get your things? I knew I should have changed that lock...it's almost like you were thinking me and you might be a thing again?” Was this... the same man she fell in love with or was Hailey completely blind? She watched him while he stood up. “It's about time...she's a lot of fun. No thinking required." 

“So, what are you still doing here, Hailey?” he asked and gestured to the door, causing her to tilt her head in attitude. “You got your suitcase..now leave?" The blonde stammered in complete shock, not recognizing whoever this loser was. Clarification: It was not the male she fell in love with but rather the idiot she made the mistake of saving. "Are you... out of your mind?" she asked in disbelief. Out of instinct, the blonde took a few steps forward but stopped herself. No. She didn't want Justin but she wanted him to suffer the way he caused her to. "I would never be with you again because you're nothing but a joke," she said firmly. If he wanted to be rude, she was ready to throw it back in his face. "You're nothing but the same sixteen year old kid I met those years ago. You're never going to change and frankly, you don't deserve anything...” 

It felt like they were at a stand-off, both of them staring at each other. She knew Justin, he wouldn’t step down... he wasn’t the type. The model contemplated  leaving silently or fighting it out but she knew neither of them would get them on good terms again. A light chuckle fell from his lips when he stepped forward and Hailey did not expect his next words. "I took you in with the goodness of my heart, this whole 'set up' from our parents...?” Justin paused to let out another laugh and Hailey scoffed, putting her hand up to dismiss him. She didn’t want to hear anymore of his lies and began to walk back to the door so she could collect her items and leave, but Justin kept talking. “I felt bad...I knew if I whispered the right words, and treated you good..that you'd fall right at my feet, and guess what, Hailey? You did...and right as I needed you, you came right back." 

Hailey stopped in her tracks. She lost all control over her mind and her actions and before she could register it, the blonde whipped around and  it seems as if her brain decidely thought it would be a smart idea for her to.. .chuck her sneaker at her ex-fiance. "Please... go fuck  yourself!!" she exclaimed. The femme on the bed jumped to his support and Hailey rolled her eyes. Hot on her heels, she quickly left the house with tears falling down her cheeks. She felt used, stupid, and played like a fool. He was the person she gave her all to but he never wanted it. 

Her sobs turned into weeps on the way home and all she wanted was to be alone and face this on her own but her heart broke when she pulled up her driveway. Loneliness was becoming a familiar feeling and alcohol was quickly becoming her dangerous companion. The rest of the night went by as a blur while she replayed the fight in her mind over and over, drinking away her sorrows and pain while Oscar cuddled by her side. It didn’t help that Justin posted a photo and the alcohol spurred her on to post cryptic messages. Eventually, she deleted them and settled on posting a selfie with Oscar to mask her pain. At least, no one would know she cried herself to sleep, right?

If you had to choose one iconic Met Gala partner of yours to apologise to, who would it be and why?

This one is easy. I’d apologize to Shawn because I should have made sure we picked better attire to fit that year’s theme. My agent didn’t hear the end of it from Ms. Anna Wintour.

dmiidvonne​:

Smokᥱ Fιᥣᥣᥱd Room ⮕ 𝚏𝚝. 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚠𝚒𝚗

as demi reached out to one of her closest and best friends, hailey; she needed to get to this party that who know was throwing – but she had to go, and wanted to bring the blonde. needing her best wing woman, she already knew that her ex was going to be there (he had been texting her, telling her that) thumbing her way through her dresses she had she needed to look hot. she was single again, and while she wasn’t looking for anything she was open to other possibilities. stopping on a little black dress she pulled on the leather looking piece as she slipped it up and adjusted everywhere as she checked herself out in the mirror. the slits in the dress adored her thighs perfectly. grabbing her keys she walked out to her esclade and got into the drivers seat as she headed over towards where hailey lived. 

pulling up she sent the woman a text as she then got up to go and grab her, herself. knocking she looked at the door. “hails….come on you hot thing…lets go..” she laughed lightly. demi knew hailey for a while. meeting when they were younger the two kept in communication and became closer over the last 5 or so years. after dropping her whole team and the “friends” she had she held onto hailey amongst some others. @haileybcldwns​

music blasted through the blonde’s bluetooth speaker while she got dressed. a tight-fitting green dress hugged her figure while she sat in front of her vanity mirror, applying one last coat of mascara. singing along to the song, she reached for her favorite tube of lipstick but didn’t apply it yet, wanting to finish the glass of wine that sat on the table. swirling it and then downing the liquid, hailey applied a few coats of the neutral colored lipstick. she was excited to spend the night out on the town with demi who was her closest friend. she didn’t feel any judgement from her but it was still hard for her to open up about the battles she faced.

hearing her phone vibrate, she shifted to the screen and reached for it to text demi back. her heels clicked against the hardwood floors after shutting everything off. a knock on the door made her quicken her pace and reach for her clutch. “i’m coming!’ she said, a small giggle paired with the rolling of her eyes. opening the door, she waved to the brunette and stepped out. she slid her phone into her clutch and then reached for demi’s hand. “come on! we have an ex-boyfriend to mess with and i really want to get to dancing..” the blonde led them down the steps and then ran over to demi’s car to let herself into the passenger side. there was never a dull moment when they joined forces but she also couldn’t say no to free drinks being offered by the sponsor for the event.

txhardy​:

damn, that had to have been the worst luck right there. though headbanging is the best thing to do at a stop light. the paps come out when you least expect it, they’re like those little sugar ants that come out when something sweet is in the air. just think, however, you’re going to get some good publicity out of it - even if it’s not the best situation. how did the other person in the other car react? did they throw a hissy or were they okay since it was Hailey Baldwin?

I wanted to die of complete embarrassment right there and then, dude.. but maybe it was worth it. That head-banging session was a good one, no one else can live up to how legendary it was. That is the perfect description of them, they come out of nowhere and know exactly what it is they are hunting for. Maybe not so much good press but absolutely press! They seemed more pissed off about their car and kind of made a big scene.. I’m thinking she overdid it because she saw the cameras.

text message 💬 —  hailey 🤗💗

NOAH: guess who the fuck is back in california.

NOAH: if you're thinking me...you're wrong.

NOAH: but i'll be there tomorrow. when are we doing dinner? obviously it'll be on you.

hailey: you got me really excited there for a second, jerk.

hailey: finally, you have been gone for way too long and it is unfair. why not do dinner tomorrow? and if it’s on me... then it can’t be Mexican food AGAIN.

TWITTER - DM

miley: what an asshole, he turned out to be!!

miley: i'm so sorry that is happening to you though, you know i'm here for you right? but drinking out the bottle isn't going to find your answer henny, you're a wonderful female, justin is just an ass for even leaving you.

hailey: not everyone knows the meaning of loyalty the way we do.

hailey: i know you are, thanks honey. i'm not happy it's turned to this but i'm doing all i can to pull back out of this little drinking trend.

HAILEY BALDWIN INSTAGRAM:

@haileybaldwin: whatever trouble that you’re thinking, i could get into it.

theedumont​:

honestly? that is exactly why i fold my pizza in half when i eat it and why i hardly ever use hard taco shells because those are world tradgedies that people just don’t recognize when they are writing about the things wrong with the world. are you serious? i’m running through all the possabilities in my head of how this could’ve possibly been your fault, – literally like Doctor Strange in Infinity War – and i’m coming up with zero answers here so fuck yeah i’d dig that. where are you at so i can bring some liquor and you can tell me all about this bullshit accident that you had. and of course she wanted to make a bigger deal out of it than it was, i bet her car didn’t even have a ding in it and she was just losing her shit and being a Karen.

The only way to eat pizza is in half... I’ve seen some uppity people eat it with a fork and knife and I feel like that is a whole crime on it’s own. Please, let me file a police report, you are committing murder on a pizza slice with that knife. Let the experts eat the rest of the pizza. I can’t make sense of it, I kept the distance and it still happened so maybe we can figure it out together. Liquor? You’re my kind of girl, drinks go with everything. I can text you my address and we can chill? Maybe a little bit of problem solving. Isn’t everyone in LA considered to be a Karen if they’re not a wannabe influencer? I mean, really.. it’s facts.

shawnmvndes​:

[ PRIVATE: Distracted? Is that what we’re calling it? Last time I checked, when I’ve gotten into a new relationship, I’ve not been so distracted as to not return phone calls and actually tell the person I was seeing what was going on. I guess cryptic and irregular texts are much more fun. But hey, sorry to hurt you with the limbo comment. You were clearly torn up about it getting engaged two months later. ]

[PRIVATE: Oh, well let me give you some word of advice for any new relationships you may plan on undertaking, may I? I’m saying this so it doesn’t happen to you again. Maybe you should try embracing the relationship when asked about it, letting the girl know she’s important and is in fact, a girlfriend. It kind of prevents the whole giving her a bad image to everyone else ( in case she does find someone who isn’t afraid to show her off ) but hey, it worked in your favor of having you painted as the perfect crooning heartthrob who can do no wrong. Anyways... good chat, thanks for the concern. ]