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𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 ➜ 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓁𝓈 😍✨

demi: as i always got you babeee

demi: i'd rather not be touching or getting close to him? cause i can't or i might give him some harsh ass words...you own five?! babe...i just need to kisskiss

hailey: can i offer him harsh words?

hailey: it's a deal babes. pick me up in 20? wear your best dress and i'll wear mine. 😘

dkmhqs​:

I always thought I was pretty fit, I go for a run every morning, I go to a trainer, I hit the gym and so I thought I was fit, anyway my five month old puppy got out this morning and I had to run down the street to catch her and I was worn out by the time I finally got to her, little shit - she’s okay, she’s just an escape artist, she goes up the road to my neighbours to play with their dogs, I might have to get her a friend but I’m just getting used to the one right now. @theglamliststarters​

If you’re doing all of that fitness and training, you’re fit but puppies add a different kind of exercise to the routine. As young as they are, puppies will run you out and wear you out. I’m so glad she’s okay though and as long as the neighbours are cool. at least she has a group of friends to play with! My puppy Oscar loves to take off and run around the park as soon as the leash is off, he can’t be stopped. I know exactly where you’re coming from.

txhardy​:

that wouldn’t surprise me, she wanted her five minutes in the limelight as well and she was going to get it by being a dick. have you seen anything posted about the accident or what happened afterwards? because press is press and either way it went, you were getting your name out there. her’s too, obviously. not that you need a fender bender to be the reason to get your name out in the papers or the gossip shit. 

It’s typical Hollywood, I’ve learned. Nothing yet which surprises me but maybe TMZ is waiting for the perfect moment to post it. I could care less about getting my name out there, sometimes it’s better to be known for the good things and make quiet noise. So tell me, does the press find you?

▹ MOODBOARD MEME:      Hailey Baldwin & Lucy Hale ( @lucyxhales )

“Every tall girl needs a short best friend.”

jezzyhq​:

Oh god, so you were just chilling and all of a sudden a flock of paps and you hurt your car? damn, is it okay? are you okay? I have so many questions. I can’t help but jam out in the car, so I wouldn’t know what to do, you’re braver than me. Nice to meet you Hailey, I’m Joe and we’ve all been there.

It was an attack of the paparazzi combined with the head banging gone wrong. My car is okay, the driver in me is offended but I’ll get over it. Are you a headbanging jammer or a lip syncing jammer? Choose wisely! Nice to meet you too, I’m so glad I’m not alone. How are you doing?

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.

𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 ✉️  𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚠𝚒𝚗

James: really...hailey....wow and here i thought you blocked me

Hailey: Who is this, really?

Hailey: I can block you if you don't tell me who you are.

HAILEY BALDWIN INSTAGRAM:

@haileybaldwin: sundaze for days... ☀☀

TWITTER

@haileybaldwin: alcohol may not be the answer, but it sure helps forget the question. 😛😛😛

@haileybaldwin: to clear up my last tweet, I bought a new bottle of rosé, let me have my moment.

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?