A/N: Added in the scene that Y'all dance to :)
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Y/N POV
I continue to watch Lizzie pace back and forth, biting her bottom lip a little bit too hard for my liking. I sigh, I have to do something. I walk up to her and grab her shoulders forcing her to stop moving, she fights against it a little bit, smacking my hands and arms away trying to escape as pull her closer into my hold. "Hey, hey! Lizzie! Stop it, you're okay." I force her into a hug and realize her breathing has picked up. I hold her close to my chest, trying to calm her down. "I have you, I got you, Angel, You're okay. I got you." I assure her. Her breathing eventually slows down and her body slumps into mine. I rub her back with one hand and hold her head close to me. I let out a sigh when I feel her nuzzle her face into my neck. I pull away a little, taking her face into my hands forcing her to look at me. Her worried eyes meet mine and I notice she's still nibbling on her bottom lip. I softly place her chin between my thumb and finger, using my thumb to softly force her lip out of her mouth. I slide my hand to her jaw, rubbing soft circles on her cheek and she seems to calm down even more. Her eyebrows are still furrowed and I softly move my hand to push between her eyebrows. She lets out a shaky sigh and leans her forehead to rest on my sternum.
"Are you going to tell me what has you all worked up, sweetheart?" I question softly. She sighs and pulls away, handing me her phone. I take it out of her hand and turn it towards me. I notice it's an article and pale when I see a picture of Lizzie and me, my head in her lap and her hand buried in my hair. She's smiling down at me and honestly, it's a cute picture. I peek up at her and notice she's watching closely for my reaction. I bite my lip and look back at the article to read it.
Lizzie's New Lover?!
Elizabeth Olsen, Marvel's Scarlett Witch, was spotted over the weekend in Central Park, appearing to be going for a casual stroll, but this week she's getting cozy with a Y/HC bombshell. The above picture was taken after Olsen's twin sisters left the family picnic. (See photos below) Is the new boo already meeting the family? Olsen seems to be getting cozy with the unknown woman and it appears there isn't an engagement ring on Olsen's finger anymore either. Trouble in paradise?
Robbie Arnett of Milo Greene was also spotted out with a mystery girl in LA, is this the end of the 3-year long relationship between Olsen and Arnett? Who are these mystery women? We received no comment from either party.
(Photos from the picnic here)
(A/N I'm a horrible writer and this is a horrible article but you get the gist)
I read over the short but to the point article another three times trying to process what's going on. Lizzie's phone starts ringing so she takes it from my hand and answers. She speaks to whoever it is, her stress evident in her tightened shoulders. I stand in place staring at nothing. None of that is true. Well I mean I did meet her sisters, but new boo? These people will make anything up for a story. Where did those pictures even come from? It looks like the person was close by. Wait, the guy, on my bench! That mother fucker was sneaking pictures!
"I know I know, I didn't want this to happen either okay. Can you fix this?" I hear Lizzie speak to someone, probably her publicist. She keeps glancing over at me, frozen in my spot. "No, no I don't want to make this harder for her, I know it isn't the end of the world but I just-" she's cut off and she nods in agreement to whatever the person is saying. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I notice it's a group chat with the twins.
Ash: Hey, is everything okay over there?
MK: Is Lizzie okay?
Ash: Welcome to the family!
MK: Ash not the time.
Me: Oh hey, Lizzie is currently on the phone. She was kind of freaking out but I calmed her down. But now I'm kind of freaking out.
Ash: Listen no one knows who you are, this will be easy to sweep under the rug.
MK: Yeah, Lizzie told us she didn't want you to have to deal with this part of her world, she's probably freaking because she's worried about your reaction.
Me: I yeah, that makes sense. This is so weird. I mean there's not even anything going on, but they make a whole story up out of nothing.
Ash: Right, nothing going on, totally.
MK: Again not the time Ash. Y/N, sweetie, it will be okay, Lizzie has a great team and they will figure it out. You just make sure Lizzie is fine. She doesn't do well with stuff like this. She hates rumors about her personal life.
Me: Okay yeah, I can make sure she's okay.
Ash: Are you okay? I promise it's not a huge deal.
MK: Yeah what are you thinking?
Me: I guess I'm still processing, I'm confused. This is all so foreign to me.
Ash: Which makes sense. You two will be fine, just go back to your little bubble and this will blow over.
MK: What she said. Also, Lizzie likes bubble baths when she's stressed ;)
Ash: I thought it wasn't the time for that MK?!
MK: Shhhh
Me: You two are weird, but okay, noted. She's off the phone, gtg.
I observe Lizzie as she starts pacing again. My mind feels more sorted out after the assurance of her sisters, but Lizzie seems more stressed after her call.
"Lizzie?" I try to get her attention, "Lizzieeeee" I drag out, "Elizabeth" I start to raise my voice a little trying to get her attention. I huff in frustration. She won't stop moving around.
"Elizabeth. Chase. Olsen. Sit the fuck down. You're making me dizzy." She jumps a little at my tone and sits on the edge of my bed. Her worried eyes meet mine, scared for what I'm going to say. I walk over to her cautiously and sit down on my desk chair opposite her. I lean forward and rest my hands on her knees. "Hey, it's going to be fine. No one knows who I am and they won't figure it out. You have a great team that I'm sure is handling this. I'm okay and you're okay. Everything is okay." I assure her.
"I'm sorry" she whispers, her eyes glisten a little from the tears she's holding back. I frown, why is this stressing her out so much.
"Hey, there's nothing you need to apologize for." I try to ease her mind.
"I was snappy. I pushed you away." She provides.
"You were stressed, I get it." I excuse her.
"I shouldn't have treated you like that, you didn't do anything wrong." She continues.
"You didn't either." I push, making sure she knows I'm not mad.
"But, I did. God your face when I pushed you away. It's stuck in my mind. I hurt you." She shakes her head turning away from me.
"Angel, it's okay, I understand. Why is this bothering you so much?" I question softly, moving to sit next to her cautiously.
"Because I care about you, I wanted to protect you from all of this, and I failed." She sighs playing with her fingers.
"It will all be fine. Seriously, I'm okay, we're okay." I try to convince her. "I'm going to run you a nice bubble bath okay?" I ask. She perks up a little and looks over at me.
"Okay," she whispers. I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear then get up and prepare her bath. I take the time to continue processing what happened. Honestly, it's not bothering me anymore. No one knows me and no one I know will spill my identity. I'm more worried about her than how it will affect me. She's straight and now people are assuming her sexuality, which has to be stressful and annoying. But, I think her sisters are right, this will be old news tomorrow. I walk back into my bedroom, seeing Lizzie hasn't moved from her spot, still in deep thought. She looks up at me as I grab her hands standing her up. I lead her to the bathroom and smile, shutting the door and leaving her in there. I turn to the counter and pick out a bottle of wine she had bought some time this week and open it up, pouring her a glass.
I knock softly, "Are you decent?" I hear her huff out a laugh and she says come in. The bubbles cover her up and I smile at how relaxed her face looks. I hand her the wine glass and wink at her before turning to leave her be. I clean up my apartment while she has her me-time, make my bed, and get into some comfy clothes. I turn on my TV and find Dirty Dancing, what a classic. I haven't stopped thinking about it since we danced toThe Oh So Protective One. I hear the drain letting out water a while later while I'm scrolling through my phone. My friend from work saw the article and checked in, she promised to keep her mouth shut tight. She asked if anything was going on and I shut that down too. There wasn't anything going on. I look at the photo again, she looks so happy in it. I save it to my phone and smile at the selfie we took with her sisters. I look up sensing movement and hold my breath. She's standing in my doorway in just a towel.
"You didn't leave me clothes." She states softly.
"Sorry, forgot" I reply. We hold eye contact and I look at her confused, why isn't she moving? She grasps onto the towel and continues into my room, going to her drawer and picking out some sweats and a comfy shirt. She rubs at her eyebrow in thought, then walks back into the bathroom to finish her nightly routine. I can feel an unknown tension between us and I wish it would just go away. I don't know what it is or why it's there, but I want my playful Lizzie back. She walks back into my room, crawls onto my bed, and snuggles up to my side.
"Feel better?" I ask into her wet hair. She hums in response, takes the controls, and starts the movie. We watch mostly in silence, my foot moving along with the music here and there. We've gotten through quite a bit of the movie, both of our tension leaving our bodies just enjoying spending time together.
"Can we dance?" She asks quietly as Cry to Me starts playing after Baby and Johnny argue about their feelings. This is kind of a steamy scene to be dancing to.
"To this song?" I ask. She hums, sitting up. Well alright then, whatever she wants.
"Dance with me," She says in time with Baby, a smirk on her face. I roll my eyes and allow her to pull me up. She wraps both of her arms around my neck and I hug around her lower back pulling her in close, swaying back and forth with her similar to the dancers on screen but no longer paying attention to the movie, certainly not following their choreography. Her leg slips between mine and I raise my eyebrows in surprise, but we're just dancing. I slide my hands up her sides remembering the scene in my head playfully wiggling my eyebrows at her. She raises her hands above her head giving into my antics. As I slide my hands up her arms and stare into her eyes I notice how close we are. I slide my hands back down her arms and torso, wrap one arm around her lower back supporting her, grab her hip with my other hand, bend my knees, and guide her into a slow dip around, her head drops back until she's upright staring into my eyes again. We stop moving, face to face. Our breaths mingling, and I realize this is the closest we've ever been to each other. I clear my throat and step back, noticing the music stopped, sliding my hands off her body. She blinks as if she was in a trance and joins me back on the bed, snuggling up to my side once again. I push back any thoughts thinking that whatever just happened meant anything.
We end up falling asleep before the iconic last scene plays and my dreams are filled with Lizzie.
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Y/N Let me know what you think! A whirlwind chapter but hope you enjoy it. For a better feel of the dancing, search up the video in italics, it's pretty steamy. I have like 50 something reads now and that's kind of exciting. So thanks for reading :)
(One day I will learn how to edit and fix all my mistakes, that day is not today)
Edited but I didn't learn how to do it I'm letting a software do it for me 5/21