Y/Ns POV
After dropping Miss Olsen off I drove home and went for a short run, as I haven't been on one in a while. I decided to have a relaxing rest of the day by chilling, playing my instruments, having a bubbly bath and making my favourite dinner- spaghetti bolognaise, as it was much needed after the stress and of Miss Olsens evening out. I went to bed within seconds after hitting my pillow.
The next morning I wake up at a reasonable hour of 7 AM, being an early riser, and picked up my guitar, trying to think of words for how I'm feeling right now.
No longer a danger to herself or others
She made up her mind and laced up her shoes
Yelled down the hall but nobody answered
So she walked outside without an excuse
She could do anything she wants to
She could do whatever she wants to do
She could go home, but she's not going to....
I sigh and write down the lyrics in my notebook. And just like I wrote down in those lyrics I tied my shoe laces ready to go outside and clear my head. However as I put my headphones on my head I got a text from Miss Olsen.
Miss Olsen:
Please can you come to my house ASAP, in need of assistance.
Y/N:
Aye aye captain 🫡
Miss Olsen:
🙄🙄 - You're unbearable. Hurry up.
Her statement makes me laugh, even though it seems cruel. I'm relieved that she's genuinely seeking assistance since it makes me feel less worthless as a human, and this may help fill up my lonely day I was going to have.
I swiftly arrive at her home, following her instructions, due to not wanting to be on her bad side at 8:30 in the morning- other wise it could be a long day ahead of me. Knocking on the door, before letting myself in. I scoff at the sight. Scarlett and Miss Olsen drinking coffee at the kitchen island laughing.
"So this was the emergency?" I ask with a small Playful huff.
The two blondes whip their heads towards me, one with a massive grin, and the other, well not so enthused. Scarlett leaps towards me and engulfs me into a massive bear hug, giving my cheek a massive kiss, I look up and see Miss Olsen glaring at me, but once she sees that I'm looking too she takes a massive gulp of her coffee and turns her head back around.
"So what is the reason why I'm here ladies?" I ask them more genuinely now.
"Well, Miss moody pants y/n... it's roses birthday this weekend and I'm flying back home to New York, so we can throw a big party for her. However we don't know what theme to choose, and what the cake should be etc. so we wondered if you could help up please" Scarlett asked politely.
"Oh my god yes I forgot about the little flowers birthday!! I actually love planning parties- hosting them not so much" making Scarlett chuckle, and a tiny smile come from Miss Olsen but she tries to conceal it.
"Right then, queen party planner, let's get started!" Scarlett says, and I only start noticing that Miss Olsen is being quite quiet today, she probably just didnt get much sleep, so I shrug it off and get my head in the game.
"Oh my god I got it!" I exclaim after brainstorming ideas for the last 3 hours. The two blondes look up from their laptops and face towards me.
"How about a drive in movie party, where we put up a big screen in your backyard, and make cardboard cars, which the kids can colour and decorate them with glitter and shit. Have a popcorn stand, maybe s'mores, you know that kind of stuff?" I offer.
"Oh my god yes!!" They both exclaim, happily and relieved.
Miss Olsen then speaks up "we could put roses favourite movie on; tangled"
"Yessss Miss Olsen that's such a good idea" I smile at her and she gives me her first genuine smile back today, to me.
I didn't realise we were having a staring contest until Scarlett cleared her throat making me look away, with my cheeks blushing.
After we finalised some of the important stuff like, hiring a projector and screen, beanbags to go in the cars, and a big popcorn machine, It was now 3pm already. We all moved to Miss Olsens couch with our late lunch, a chicken salad, made by Miss Olsen.
"Oh my god miss this is so good!! What did you put in this" I question in awe. Scarlett laughs at my astonished face and Lizzie grins before replying "all the ingredients used in this salad I grew, well apart from the chicken. Even though I hate uncooked tomatoes, I still love growing them, and I know you like them so I added them to Scarlett's and yours. And I have a secret ingredient that I use, so I can't tell you" she cheered.
"Wow, that's so impressive. Would it be alright if you could show me around your garden one day, I'm really interested in this sort of stuff but because I have an apartment I don't really have any space for this.?"
"Really? No one ever cares to see what I'm growing! I'd be really happy to show you around!" She admitted with a lopsided smile, to which I just nod because I can't get over how beautiful she always looks.
We finish up eating our lunch with small conversations, before Scarlett gets up and says she has to go to a meeting, so Miss Olsen and I bid her goodbye and we go back to the living room.
"So I guess the next task is for us to book tickets to New York then?" I ask her. She nods her head, so I grab my laptop and sit cross legged on the couch and book an early flight as I know Miss Olsen won't want to attract any unwanted attention.
"Shall we just book a hotel if we are only going to be there a few days?" I quizzed.
"Yes that sounds good to me. We can just book a room with two double beds, as it will be easier to communicate to you if I need help rather than having to search for you on a different floor." She stated and I hum in agreement, booking a hotel near ish to Scarlett's house. Not long after, all the flights, hotels, car transfers were all sorted out, and I am now making Miss Olsen a tea, ensuring that it's not too hot for her, as I know she doesn't like it scolding hot-unlike me.
I grab our teas and sit down on the couch beside her, crossing my legs and passing her cup.
"So Miss Olsen I think that's everything set for this weekend do you need any help with anything else?" I ask politely, wanting to make sure everything is done before I go home and start packing.
"Uhhh I think I'm all good. Although I do need some help picking out an outfit for tonight. Robbie and I are going on a date tonight!" She explains excitedly, the news instantly making my stomach drop and lips twitch, however because I'm a great assistant and supportive woman, I force a smile on my face and nod my head. "That sounds lovely, of course I'll help you!" I exclaim maybe a little too excitedly. Whoopsie.
Once we finished our tea in a semi - awkward but also comfortable silence, we go upstairs to her wardrobe, and my god this woman has so many outfits. Miss Olsen and I start rooking through her closet flinging random items of clothing everywhere before settling on a cute dress, that I think she bought when it was my first day with her. I go into her room as she puts it on, and wait for her to come out. "How do I look?" She asks with a slight waver in her voice.
"Miss Olsen you look beautiful. You truly do, Robbie's going to love it" I tell her undoubtedly, because she really is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
"Are you sure he's going to like it?" She urges, still unsure about her choice of clothing. But that sentence makes me pang in my chest. Why does she care so much about his opinion?
"I swear on my life! How come you think Robbie won't like it miss Olsen? Are you guys okay?" I ask, knowing I'm treading on eggshells at the mention of their relationship dynamics.
"What do you mean mean y/n everything is fine between me and Robbie." She says quite sternly. Oh god. Don't say it. Don't say it.
"Oh well um it's just that the other day when I was leaving your house I heard you guys arguing that's all" oh fuck. Why did I just say that? I can see her flip a switch and here comes fuming Miss Olsen.
"What the fuck y/n, why are you lurking around? MY relationship has nothing to do with you, and it's none of your concern"
"But miss ol-" I try to reason.
"No buts Y/n you don't have the right to say anything about me and Robbie. My god, I dread to think how much you heard. You know there's a thing called privacy. I can't believe you did this. You've ruined my evening now. I want you to leave! NOW." She bellows at me in anger, pacing back and forth, flailing her arms about.
"I'm sorry Miss Olsen I truly I am, I overstepped a line. But I was just worried for your safety, he looks like a strong man and I didn't know what his intentions were. You know I'm your PA, but I'm also here to protect you." I try to stay calm and force my lip not to quiver.
I can tell by her expression that this only set her off even more. "Yes y/n. Are you even listening to yourself. You're my PA, most definitely not my friend. I definitely don't need to be taking dating advice, especially from you, when you clearly suck at being in a relationship." She shouts to me, her voice lowering to barely a whisper when she says the last word.
My eyes instantly start to water up, and a few tears stream down my face.
"Oh my god y/n I'm s-" Miss Olsen tries to apologise.
"You know what. Fuck you, for using my past relationship experience, to justify your own failing one. Look I tried to help you, and you clearly don't need my help here. I'm sorry I overstepped a line. But what you just said, really hurt me. I'm going home now, I hope you have a lovely date." I snarked, and walking down the stairs, slamming the door on my way out.
I quickly go home and sit in my bed sobbing, about past memories bought up of me and Florence.
Miss Olsen:
Y/n you're right, I'm really sorry for what I said, please forgive me, I didn't mean anything about you know who, I just got worked up.
I'm really sorry. - Elizabeth.
I decide I better reply, otherwise it's going to be awkward at the weekend when we fly to NYC.
Y/N:
It's okay, Don't worry. I'll see you Saturday early morning.
I sigh and lock my phone not bothering, about an answer, and turn my lamp off, quickly after drifting off into a saddened sleep.