I only have time to write dabbles guys. But I'm writing and I'll update soon. _ Super duper tired and busy right now. This one is out for C!A and all mah precious anons on tumblr. And of course, my readers too, y'all are awesome always.
Run to You
Naya bursts through the door to her apartment at two thirty in the morning and she doesn't have to ask Taylor to leave. He mumbles something about getting burgers the moment he sees the brunette at the doorway, grabbing his keys and jacket as he makes for the fire exit. Heather hears his car start outside but by then Naya is sobbing into her shoulder.
She has enough sense to lead them to the couch, arms wrapped around the smaller girl as Naya grips to her like a lifeline. Her white shirt smears with thicken make-up, a dark foundation and even darker eyeliner. Heather grabs napkins and forces Naya away, dabbing at the tears.
"Do you want to..." Naya sobs and shakes her head. Heather stops mid sentence.
She gets it.
Heather brushes stray bangs from Naya's face as she tries to calm herself down. When she gets up, Naya almost whimpers, hand flying out to grab her own.
"I'll be right back Nay."
Naya holds on for a second, then another and another before finally relenting, letting go of slim fingers.
Heather runs to her restroom and grabs make up remover wipes, toliet paper and lotion. She's back before Naya can let out another breath, falling onto the couch in front of Naya again.
"Lotion takes off eyeliner best." Heather says, trying to fill the silence.
Naya nods, closing her eyes.
Fragile. So fragile, Heather thinks as she rubs the lotion soaked paper onto the skin of Naya's eyelids. It takes moments for her to take off all the dark penciling, gingerly pulling off the false lashes at the end.
Naya's eyes are puffy and red when she opens them.
"You're prettier this way." Heather says, honest. She finishes with several make up wipes to take off the primer, foundation, concealer, finishing spray, remants of hairspray and perfume from Naya's face.
She gets it. This is Hollywood, a mask of falsity, of insecurity and unreal bravado. Who you are to the camera isn't who you really are, they are a shell of perfection, of inch think make up and prepared speeches and you have to be truly, truly strong to put yourself out there.
And sometimes, the make up isn't enough. The made up confidence isn't enough, the wall that you build to protect yourself isn't enough and this is where Naya is now.
Heather gets it.
You can't avoid the voices inside- the insecurity that blends in with voices from the media, the internet, the people around you.
When she's done and the mask of a person is wiped into pieces of wet paper, she pulls Naya into her make up stained shirt, willing the hurt into her and whispering pretty nothings to the girl.
Sometimes Heather wonders why Naya doesn't go to her boy friend, she wonders if Matt makes Naya as happy and confident as Taylor does. But she knows, she knows he doesn't because this isn't the first time Naya's been like this and this isn't the first time she's arrives, near the edge of despair at the dark of the night asking for her.
Not Matt.
Her.
So she fills the void that Matt can't, gives Naya the strength, need, courage, whatever else she needs to stand up again and smile into the camera, wearing that mask again. Heather tells Naya she is pretty, that she is wonderful and talented and good andbeautifulbecause sheis.
She gives Naya all that she can and tomorrow, Naya will be back up and with her boyfriend and she will be with Taylor and they will all act as if Naya isn't broken. Heather will refuse to see the cracks and back away until Naya is at her doorstep again and she is forced to take that mask off and hold her to her chest until her arms are tired and Naya has taken all from her as she can.
Tomorrow, Naya will be alright and that's all Heather needs to know.