- i have a dream -

beatrice rose hadid / nineteen / art major / rapunzel --------------------------------------------------------------- flower, gleam and glow, let your power SHINE. make the clock reverse. bring back what once was mine. heal what has been hurt, change the FATES design. save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine.

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— THE MISTAKES WE MAKE

[beatricehadid]

daxton cursed beatrice under his breath when the blonde girl told him to get a spot on the floor, but really, what was he expecting? the two of them weren’t friends, would never be, and he was positive that she hated him. he was just getting “comfortable” on the floor by the door of his apartment when she told him to get in and he was surprised, but glad; a couch would be better than the floor for sure. “yes, so much fucking trouble, and it’s your fault.” he replied without thinking, forgetting who beatrice was and that she was probably gonna make fun of him. dax rolled his eyes at her words, because yes, samantha was going to kill him but… he did something worth while, didn’t he? he was drunk out of his mind… samantha never let him drink too much, for his own good of course, but now he was drunk and he had fun. “what are you saying?” he furrowed his eyebrows as beatrice stared at him, his green eyes meeting her blue for a dangerous sparkle of a moment. “stop looking at me like that.” dax said absently, words not matching his actions as he moved closer to the blonde girl standing before him. his brain kept yelling at him to stop moving! but he had a foggy mind that wasn’t capable of obeying. “what do you think it’s something worth while?”

"aw, poor dax. gonna get a time out?” she teased and faked a pout, her eyes looking him up and down with ... lust? it had to be the alcohol doing this to her. because sober, she wouldn’t even be voluntarily standing in the same room as him. “everything is always my fault, what can i say? i’m a bad girl.” her voice was almost a whisper, seductive as ever. “i’m saying, you’re gonna be in trouble either way ... so why not do something worth being in trouble for? so what you didn’t answer her calls? that’s nothing. you could have done worse. but she doesn’t care does she?” she stepped closer once more, almost closing all space between their bodies. “she’s going to yell at you and be mad at you for days i’m sure, so you might as well go out with a bang, right?” she lifted her eyebrow and bit at the corner of her lip. she kept her eyes on him and smirked, a mischievous look in her eyes. “i don’t know, i’m sure i can think of something.” she reached for the hem of her own shirt and pulled it up over her head and tossed it somewhere on the floor. “she doesn’t have to know everything you do.” she stepped closer even more, their bodies now touching. “or anyone for that matter.” her lips were dangerously close to his and she could already taste the alcohol. 

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— THE MISTAKES WE MAKE

[beatricehadid]

daxton was very surprised to hear beatrice’s voice telling him to wait up, and even more when she followed him out of the bar. “no, what the hell, go away.” he protested, furrowing his eyebrows at the girl quickly before moving his eyes back to the phone. 106 texts from samantha, 73 calls. he was in so much trouble. dax rolled his eyes at the blonde’s words, giving her a shrug. “you know what, whatever.” he knew that she wasn’t going away no matter what he told her, so he just let it be. dax’s eyes moved back to his phone screen, but he nearly choked with his own spit when the girl spoke again. “what? no, i-i didn’t! i was getting my phone, that’s all, i didn’t even feel your boob.” he gestured to her chest nervously, quickening the pace of his feet so he could get away from beatrice, but he almost fell over when he did that. thankfully, the building wasn’t that far from the bar so soon enough he would be home. safe and sound. he was going to sleep through his drunkenness and call samantha first thing in the morning to apologize over and over again until she accepted it. that was the plan, and he was going to stick to it. they entered the building and dax was surprised that he couldn’t even find it in himself to hit the elevator button with just how drunk he was; the male just closed his eyes and shook his head, and, somehow, minutes later, they were on their floor. “oh shit.” he cursed under his breath, smacking his palm against his forehead. “andrew’s got the key. i don’t have one.”

beatrice ignored his request for her to go away, only laughing. the orlando air was warm but it was nice, much different than the weather she was used to. “you totally felt my boob.” she told him, laughing. “but just incase you didn’t get a good enough feel....” she reached for his free hand and brought it up to her chest, making him squeeze it. “there.” she winked, laughing as he hurried away from her. once they were back in their building and in the hallway, bea fished in her bag for the apartment keys. “bummer, they probably won’t be back for a while. i guess you should find a comfy spot on the floor.” she unlocked her door and walked inside. “don’t throw up all over the carpet out here, housecleaning will be pissed.” she waved and shut the door, only waiting for a few moments before she opened it again. “come on.” she gestured from him to follow her into the apartment. “are you going to be in so much trouble in the morning?” she used her baby voice, turning to look at him. “princess samantha is gonna be so angry that you ignored her all night, how could you?” her eyes had a devilish spark to them as she stepped closer to him. “and you didn’t even do anything worth while. a whole night free of your psycho girlfriend and you let it go to waste.” she tossed her jacket onto the couch but her eyes remained locked on daxton’s and she had never realized how beautiful and green they were, but maybe it was just the alcohol in her that was making her feel some sort of attraction.

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— THE MISTAKES WE MAKE

[beatricehadid]

“she is… she is not crazy!” he stuttered, cursing himself for having trouble defending his girlfriend. it wasn’t supposed to be like that, he and samantha were together since his senior year of high school and they had even gone to the same college together. he was supposed to be better at defending her to this annoying, stupid, insanely hot… what? what the fuck? daxton shook his head, blaming the alcohol for his intrusive thoughts. “beatrice, i mean it…” he warned, his voice a lot more hoarse than it usually was because of the alcohol. but beatrice didn’t seem to care; in fact, she just stood there, challenging him, pissing him off. and, without thinking twice, daxton went ahead and stepped in her direction, shoving his hand up her top and under the cup of her bra to get his phone. it only lasted a few seconds before he had his hand away from her soft, supple skin, but he would be a damn liar if he said he hadn’t been affected by it. god, what the fuck was he doing?! “i… i’m sorry. i have to go.” he turned around, his cheeks visibly flushed with embarassment, and walked away from the girl, heading towards the exit.

“105 ...” she paused as the phone vibrated against her skin again. “106 text messages later, i think she seems pretty crazy. i think you think so too” she shrugged, watching as daxton grew more and more annoyed - it was kind of hot. “don’t call me beatrice.” she warned him, shaking her head. suddenly, daxton’s incredibly large hands where against the skin of her breast and as quickly as they were there, they were gone. “wow. i didn’t think you had it in you.” she teased. suddenly he scurried away and bea had to admit it was sort of cute, even though she disliked him. walking back to the table quickly, she grabbed her jacket. “i’ll see you guys later! i’m gonna make sure he gets home okay.” she pointed to daxton who was nearly at the door, visibly drunk. “hey wait up.” she called after him, following him outside. “you’re way too drunk to be walking home alone. and if anything happens to you, they have to put that weird guy out as your replacement so this is more for my benefit than yours.” she teased, walking alongside him even though she was sure he was going to protest. she watched as he looked down at his phone, assuming at all of the texts from his girlfriend. “are you gonna tell sammy that you copped a feel of my boobs?” she smirked. 

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— THE MISTAKES WE MAKE

[beatricehadid]

daxton wasn’t fazed by beatrice’s words, he knew she was being sarcastic, but he could have his fun with it. he sipped on his beer again, a little voice in the back of his mind telling him to take it easy, to not drink too fast, but he couldn’t be bothered to listen now. “you see, the problem is you’re not my type. i don’t like blondes.” he shrugged his shoulders, showing the girl a charming lopsided grin. he felt his blood boiling when the girl took his phone out and checked his messages, and he already knew he was in the deep shit for not replying to samantha’s texts right away. “go to hell, beatrice.” he growled to her as she got up from the table and walked away, cursing under his breath as he tried to come up with excuses as to why he hadn’t replied right away. god, he was so fucked. “hey, chill out, man. you’re already in trouble, so… make it worth the while.” andrew said to him, lifting his bottle to clink against dax’s. yeah, maybe andrew was right. maybe he had to make it worth it. and, several hours later, worth it had it been. daxton was absolutely out of his mind drunk; he had always been a lightweight, but also the amount of alcohol he had consumed just the past few hours was more than he had his entire life combined. it was probably two in the morning when dax got up from the table, tripping over his feet as he looked around the bar. “you!” he shouted to beatrice, walking her way with a determined look on his face. “give me my fucking phone!”

“don’t fool yourself. i’m everyone’s type.” she yelled from across the table at him, looking at the boys sitting around them for reassurance. the rest of the night was spent flirting with random kids from the college program for free drinks and dancing with the girls. occasionally she would go out of her way to do something that annoyed daxton but now that he was shit faced, it was just a lot easier. his phone had probably gone off about a hundred times since she had confiscated it and she felt bad. she didn’t feel bad that she had stolen his phone but she felt bad because this girl would not leave daxton alone. he was here in florida for a college program, he was suppose to be enjoying himself but anytime that bea saw him he was glued to his phone. she wondered if he felt overwhelmed by it all or if he just really loved her. raising an eyebrow,  she watched as the curly haired boy approached her. “me?” she pointed to herself and laughed, crossing her arms over her chest. “oh you want your phone?” she backed away from him. “why? you miss your crazy girlfriend?” she teased, stepping back once more. “if you want it, i guess you’re just gonna have to come get it.” the girl shrugged with a teasing grimace on her face.

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— THE MISTAKES WE MAKE

[beatricehadid]

daxton couldn’t have rolled his eyes harder at the blonde’s words, about to give her / one of his many witty responses before she grabbed his phone from him and stuffed it in her bra. “are you messing with me?” no one could get a rise out of daxton as fast as beatrice did - he was a very calm person in general - but he knew that this was part of her fun, so he wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction. the male ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm his nerves, and sighed. “you know what? keep it. i’m going to get a beer.” he got up from his seat and moved to the bar, but he managed to hear his friends cheering him on and praising beatrice for getting daxton to “have fun”. sure, he had promised samantha he wouldn’t drink, but just one beer wouldn’t kill him, would it? dax showed the bartender his fake i.d. and got himself a cold beer, sipping on it as he got back to the table. “say beatrice, have you always had a sweating problem?” he said nonchalantly, sipping on his beer. if she wanted to be annoying, he was going to be annoying. “your palm sweats a lot. it’s uncomfortable.”

smiling, bea sat back and shook her head. “i’d never mess with you.” she watched as daxton got up and walked away. not only had she got her way but she had gotten daxton to get up and get a drink, and hopefully he would enjoy himself now. she reached over the table to grab a sip of andrew’s drink. she laughed and whispered amongst them until the older boy returned. rolling her eyes, beatrice decided to go along with his little game. “no not usually. it’s just - you make me so nervous i can’t help but get clammed up.” she sighed, as if she was embarrassed. “you’re just so handsome, you intimidate me.” she took the light jacket she had been wearing and hung it over the chair, exposing a white cropped shirt and her toned stomach. daxton’s phone vibrated in her bra and she smirked. “wow, she doesn’t give up.” she reached for the phone and looked at it, shaking her head. “that’s six texts in the last ten minutes. you have got yourself a stalker.” she put the phone back in its place and got up. “don’t worry though, if she calls i will answer and let her know you’re busy.” she smirked, getting up and walking to the bar to find someone to buy her a drink.

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— THE MISTAKES WE MAKE

[beatricehadid]

for some reason, dax had agreed to tag along with his co-workers to some bar they had recently found that wasn’t far from the building. the male had never been one to drink too much, he hated crowds and, especially, the loud music. but there he was, against all the odds. daxton had told his girlfriend of many years, samantha, that he wasn’t going to drink and that he would be home in two/three hours tops; and then, when he got there, he would be calling her. sober. most men would be annoyed that she asked so much from them, but dax was… used to it. that was the way samantha was, she liked to be in control of things, and he had accepted that. “come on, dax! don’t be such a pussy, just a beer.” andrew, his roommate, yelled at him from across the table and he just rolled his eyes. “nope, not drinking. i have to stay sober and make sure all of you dumbass get home safe or something.” dax showed them a lopsided grin, checking his phone to make sure he hadn’t missed any texts or calls from samantha; his eyes glued on the screen, he didn’t even notice they had new company. only when he heardher voice, dax lifted his gaze from the phone. “oh, look who is here. i’m so blessed.” he said sarcastically, flashing beatrice a cheeky grin.

the girls of apartment 315 had all grown pretty close since the program had started and now they were less like random roommates and more like best friends. they had also gotten pretty close to the boys in the apartment across from them, and often they all got together. tonight was one of those nights, and of course bea was going to be fashionably late. she had to skype with troy, her boyfriend at 8pm sharp otherwise she would never hear the end of it. for the most part, being in florida was a blessing and not seeing troy was her favorite part about being away. she knew she had to end things with him but she was scared and it made her hesitant. after finally ending the call and telling troy that she was going to dinner with the girls - she sprinted out of the door. as soon as she found her friends in the bar, she walked over with a wave. “the queen has arrived.” she curtsied, gaining fake claps and cheers from the friends, except for daxton of course. sitting across from him, she rolled her eyes. “you are blessed. every god damn day of your life. because you get to work with me and i am a gift.” she reached across the table and grabbed his phone out of his hand, stuffing it into her bra so that he wouldn’t try to get it back. “why don’t you join us here in the physical world? don’t worry, i think little samantha can last a few hours without you.”

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favourite disney songs [3/20]  ↳ at last I see the light from tangled.

All those days watching from the windows, all those years outside looking in. All that time never even knowing just how blind I’ve been. Now I’m here blinking in the starlight. Now I’m here, suddenly I see. Standing here it’s all so clear. I’m where I’m meant to be. [x]