𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘯 & 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺 - 002 | we come back, crash.
The second Kendall told Hailey she would be hosting a party, the blonde offered to help her set up the place and the overall event. Although the model had shoots booked back to back and barely had a minute to herself, the last thing she wanted was for Kendall to get overwhelmed with the party-planning. She was more than willing to take the pressure off of her hands, knowing she dealt with enough of it when it came to distributing invites. Unlike other parties, the blonde was adamant on making sure their mutual friends got invited, including Shawn. Her cheeks flushed with a tint of pink when the brunette model teased her about the sudden addition, rolling her eyes and keeping her lips sealed by insisting they were friendly. Admittedly, Hailey’s mind quickly became consumed with thoughts of the taller Canadian after their text exchanges, partly because she felt wrapped up with embarrassment the morning after. A drink or two quickly became a number of shots where she felt enough courage to text him her thoughts that ran deep through during the late hours.
Dealing with the public announcement of her engagement being called off, Hailey did her best to keep her life private and away from the public eye. Her circle of close friends didn’t go past Demi and the Jenners, but now she reminisced on the comfort she settled in with Shawn. Once he confirmed he’d attend, happiness bubbled within her stomach and she couldn’t contain her excitement of seeing him again (even if it had only been a few days.) Hailey arrived to Kendall’s home a few hours prior to the start of the party, setting up the tables and helping her host once the guests arrived. Her brown hues glanced around the main living area of Kendall’s home, searching for the familiar curls of the taller male from where she stood in the kitchen. The crisp fall air traveled into the house, bringing the warmth down from the gathered guests crowding the house.
Denim shorts sat on her hips, combined with a crop top and a sheer jacket thrown over her figure to shield her from the cool air whenever she stepped outside. Hailey found herself pulled into a group conversation when the commotion around the beer pong table captured her attention. Furrowing her brows, the blonde tilted her head to study the group and chuckled when Cara seemed to be winning over another chosen victim. Excusing herself, her fingers wrapped around the handle of the sliding door to pull it wider to give her enough room to step outside. Navigating through the sea of guests, her gaze found Shawn on the other side of Cara and sadly, losing. A sense of guilt settled within, immediately feeling bad she slightly cheered on Cara.
The blonde tightened her lips in disappointment, shooting a glare playfully at the other model. Cara pointed her out when Shawn mentioned he needed a sub and the blonde let out a light giggle. “Oh, are you sure you want to challenge me?” the words fell from her lips quickly and she barely had time to think it through. Not having much of a choice, Cara started to re-rack the remaining cups. Taking a moment, Hailey darted her gaze over to the male beside her and squealed lightly, the shots clearly running their full effect on her at this point. “Shaaawn! Hiiiii...” she drew out the last part, excitedly skipping over and then going on her tiptoes briefly to exchange a mutual hug. Her fingertips lingered, running down the top of his shoulders as she didn’t want to part from him. Despite humiliating herself during their texts, the blonde still missed their closeness and loved when they could interact without a care in the world like old times. “Wish me luck, she’s ruthless,” the blonde muttered under her breath. Flipping her hair over her shoulders, the femme chuckled when the ball was tossed to her by Cara. Setting her own drink down to the side, the model eyed the other while mustering a challenging smirk. Hailey was competitive, no one could deny it but a spark of confidence burst through with the male’s presence. Bouncing the ball off the table, it quickly landed in a cup on Cara’s side. Earning raised eyebrows, Hailey motioned to her to drink up before she extended a hand out to Shawn for a high-five. The crowd remained around them, cheers and oooh’s being heard while Cara reluctantly downed the first cup. “Want to keep losing?” she taunted the model across the way, crossing her arms over her chest lightly.
When Cara had pointed at a replacement for him like he’d suggested, he hadn’t expected it to be Hailey. He’d already been tipsy before, but now the brunette felt he had reason to enjoy the slight fearlessness it was offering him. His stomach gave a backflip, something which he fully embraced in his current state. Some things never changed, whether you were fourteen or twenty-two. And Hailey at least seemed pleased to see him, letting out a squeal with his name, which drew a chuckle from the Canadian. He wrapped his arms around her in return, squeezing her, soft and happy. “Hailzz. Hey, you!!” Everything about the night seemed better. Like his carefree, ecstatic mood had walked in right with her. Excitement for the night bubbled in his chest as he forced himself to pull away after what would probably only just pass as for an appropriate length for a friendly hug, gazes meeting each other’s.
“Oh, trust me, I know. That ruthlessness so far has gotten me... pretty tipsy, I think?” The musician laughed a little despite himself, cheeks tinged pink like they always were when he definitely got a little tipsy. “Good luck. But you’ve got this, Baldwin,” he winked, encouragingly, not doubting her for a second.
Shawn kept his place beside the blonde model and watched on, bringing the bottle habitually to his lips once more, despite Cara’s influence on his alcohol consumption in the last twenty minutes. Hailey fixed Cara with a challenging smirk, and Shawn smiled to himself, endeared. And just like that, (finally) it was Cara’s turn to down one of the cups of frothy liquid. He high-fived Hailey’s extended hand without question, the crowd around them making sounds of shock and approval that things were starting to heat up. “Wow, I’m impressed! Princess of smoulders by day, queen of beer pong by night. What else don’t I know about you?” he quirked a brow at the female beside him, slyly, too loose from the alcohol to weigh up whether blatantly flirting was a bad idea.
‘Oh, I love you, babes, but I won’t be losing. Are you ready to be stumbling out of here like our poor boy Mendes over here?” Cara teased back playfully, all in good spirit between the three friends. Shawn placed a hand over his chest like he was wounded by this, even though for the first time in weeks he was starting to actually relax and enjoy leaning into the moment. He set his beer down beside him again, feeling like he meant business this time. “Wow, for that I want back in. How about we make this one last round of doubles?” If he’d known Hailey was standing behind him, he wouldn’t have wanted to give up so easily. His heart thrummed in his chest at her presence, and he knew that he could use that energy to focus. “You’re going down this time, Delevinge.”
They didn’t restart the game, but stacked up a few extra cups to play more according to the doubles standards. As the Canadian and part Brazilian duo waited for Cara to pick out her teammate, Shawn eased closer to the blonde, placing a hand on the small of her back so that he could murmur between only them, “It’s good to see you. We make a good team, anyway. Right?”
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