La Lace (Elizabeth Olsen x F Reader)

Chapter 9- Cuddles?

Lizzie's POV

"You're away almost every night! I barely see you, it's like I don't even have a husband!"

"You act like you don't want one."

"What do you mean?! You're trying to put this all on me, when in reality, you're the one going for dinners with another woman. But I'm the one who acts single?"

"I'm not banging her! It's for work Lizzie, what don't you understand. YOU'RE the one staying out till late. What are you doing at 2am? Huh? Whoring yourself out to another man?"

"Don't speak to me like that, Robbie."

The argument continued on until he finally left. He slammed the door behind him and we haven't spoken since. That was 3 days ago. It's now Thursday and I received the first message from him.

Hubby ❤

Can we talk?

We both said things we regret, so please. Talk to me.

I'm coming home tonight

If you won't talk to me now, we will talk then.

I love you.

I didn't regret anything I said. It came from my heart. He called me vicious names that night, names which I could've slapped him for. I didn't... I should've. Maybe then he would have gotten the message that I could care less about his feelings. The idea of him coming home made me anxious. It made my stomach tense up and I could cry. Not because I miss him or feel bad but because the thought of him pleading his sorrows and trying to make it up to me, made me cringe.

Y/N and I also haven't spoken. She didn't text me which hurts a lot more than being left on read. Did she forget that I wrote my number on the paper? If she did then she clearly didn't care for me enough. I am honestly losing the will to care about anyone right now, no one seems to be treating me the way I ought to be. Am I the crazy one here?

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Lecturing my students seemed to be the only thing that made me feel lost and free. I could speak about things I was passionate for without a care for if anyone was listening. The time went by fast as I spoke of a book, I wanted them to read. "To Kill a Mockingbird" I wanted them to write an essay analysing the behaviours present. I could read those essays all night and not feel bored, the book was a 'never ending possibilities' kind of book.

Y/N wasn't in the lecture with me, I assumed she was with another class but I told myself I don't care, I don't need her. As the lunch bell rang, you will never guess who walked through the door.

Y/N's POV

I wanted to apologise to her for the other night, kicking her out like she was a secret. Technically she is but that's not the point.

Hearing of my 'father' threw me off my game and that night I was left with my thoughts, only for a short while before Florence came home and I got an ear full when she found the phone number on the form. I don't blame her for wanting to know who left the number and why. I would ask the same. The shouting lecture I received as a part of her anger was unnecessary.

I didn't care for my step-dad which my mother likes to call my father. Yes, he had been in my life since I was 13, but that did not make him my father. We didn't get on, at all. So, when it came to him being in hospital, I lost no sleep because of it.

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"I thought you would want this back" I spoke as I entered her classroom. She was sat at her desk, eating from a plastic container which looked like it had some Chinese left overs in. I held out the container she had given me the other night with that gorgeous pasta in. When she didn't reply, but did acknowledge me, I simply placed it on her desk on top of some papers. I couldn't understand why she seemed to be in a mood with me.