Lost in Assistance (Elizabeth Olsen x FemReader)

Ch. 31

You try to keep Lizzie up, holding her left arm that's wrapped around your shoulder and your right hand holds her hips. Her head turns to you, her drunk half shut eyes looking at you. "Hi my y/n." She smiles drunkenly. You are shocked with what she just called you. "H-hi Ms. Olsen." You smile back at her, her gaze locked with yours. "Your y/n, Liz?" Aubrey teases her and you. "Yes. Mine. Why, Aubrey?" She answers in confusion and drunkenness. "Oh nothing Liz." Aubrey answers in giggles. Both Mitch and her try to hold a laugh and you roll your eyes to them as your cheeks start to blush. You thought that your cheeks already blushed to the reddest of the shades of red until you heard what Lizzie was about to say.

"Sweetheart, why don't you show Aubrey and Mitch our pictures?" Lizzie asked playfully. Then she turned to Aubrey and Mitch and smiled, under deep influence of alcohol. "Did she just- did she just call you sweetheart? Wait, What picture? Did you guys take pictures together?" Aubrey asks eagerly in an instance. "Oouuh, scandalous y/n and Lizzie." Mitch added in a sassy tone followed by waggling his eyebrows suggestively, to tease you even more. Your heart drops when you hear what she said. Thankfully, you managed to stop her to answer them by quickly doing it first. "What pictures? We never take pictures. She's too drunk guys, I better take her home now."

"Okay y/n." Both of them answer in a sing-song tone, teasing you even more. The brunette and the redhead look at each other holding a laugh. You then leave with the drunk Hollywood star.

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"Y/n, where are we going? I'm not done with the party yet." Lizzie turns her head to her side to look at you with her half shut eyes due to the intoxicating beverages she took earlier. "I'm taking you home Ms. Olsen. The driver should be here soon." You answered as you looked around to find the car that's going to pick you up while multitasking holding her up.

You don't know what it is, but being this close with her once again definitely makes your crush on her grow. Is it her perfume? Or her shampoo? Or it's just her natural scent, a delicate natural scent yet so intriguing that evokes your emotion, an intoxicating scent that tingles all of your senses, even your guts. It dominates the smell of the alcohol itself from her breath. Her scent has a stronger drunk effect on you than the alcohol you drank. It's almost addictive to you. Her scent is like a sedative and caffeine. It's calming yet gives an adrenaline rush to your heart at the same time. It makes your heart beat fast and slow at the same time. Makes your legs weak.

Or maybe is it her lips? You never knew you could see what a sweet taste looks like until you saw her lips. Every time you see her lips, you see sweetness. They are nicely covered with warm red shades of color that compliments her peaches-cream skin with a dash of redness on her cheeks from drunkenness as her lips form a smile to you that she probably wouldn't even remember in the morning. God, you wish it was a sincere sober smile specially formed for you.

Her skin, how it feels when her skin slowly slides through your hand every time she loses her balance walking drunk with you and almost falls, then you pick her up again sparks something that indescribable. It's like a wave that ambushes you with goosebumps and shivers all over your body and you are drowned in it. "Y/n, I'm tired." She said. Oh that voice, it's like music to your ears. It's hypnotic and brings you to a different world. A world that's filled with love, adoration, comforts, warmth and everything nice that you never knew that ever exists. That's how much Lizzie affects you. She effortlessly affects almost all of your senses. That's how much she has taken possession of you, your common sense, and your heart. You shut your eyes in a brief second to pull yourself back from your daze.

"There's our car. I'll help you get in Ms. Olsen. Watch your head, okay?" You opened the door and tried your best to help her get in. You both finally settled in the back seat with her leaning on you, laying her head on your right shoulder. Her hand sometimes brushes to your clothed thigh without her realizing it. You feel that your heart is racing right now, not sure if it is from being so close with her or from being tipsy, but one thing for sure you hope she doesn't know that your heart is a hundred miles an hour right now.