Elizabeth Olsen's Bodyguard

Chapter 4

Y/N POV

"What do you think of this one?", Lizzie asks, as she comes out of a cabin with a new dress. You've been shopping for three hours now, but she has some difficulties to decide what she actually wants to buy, so you just go from shop to shop and you wait patiently, as she tries on dress after dress.
"It looks good.", you give her a smile.
"You said that to the last twenty dresses I put on.", she complains.
"That's simply because you look good everything, Ms. Olsen."
She gives you a look.
"I mean, Lizzie.", you correct yourself.
She huffs. "If you can't give me some good advice, we have to go on like this for the rest of the day."
Your eyes wide in panic.
"Well, I really liked the white one. I don't think that the one you're wearing now goes along well with your skin tone."
"Thank you! This is some advice, I can work with.", Lizzie smiles at you.
She packs her stuff together and makes a staple with the clothes she wants to buy.

After paying you get out of the shop.
"Do you need some help with the bags?", you ask Lizzie, who clearly struggled to carry them all.
"Yeah thanks, I appreciate it.", she nods.
You take her bags and begin to follow her to probably the next shop.
"Do you want ice cream?", Lizzie wants to know.
Your shake your head.
"Come on, really? It's like super hot and you don't want ice cream?"
"I've been to hotter places without ice cream.", you reply.
"Oh no, you don't get to pull the army card. You've always been to worse places, but that does not mean that you are not allowed to make the current situation, which is also bad and hot, a little better."
"LIZZIE! ELIZABETH OLSEN!", someone suddenly shouts and interrupts your playful argument. A man limps towards you. His jacket was torn and his greasy hair was unkempt.
"Do you know this man?", you ask her with doubt in your voice. 
She shakes her head no. You can tell that she's scared.
"LIZZIE! WAIT!", he shouts as he comes nearer. By now he is only two meters away.
"Sir.", you say calmy, as you drop the bags to the ground. "Sir, I need you to go. Ms. Olsen doesn't know you and she doesn't want to talk to you."
"SHE CAN GET TO KNOW ME, CAN'T SHE?!" , he gets angrier. You are only centimeters away from each other and it's hard to ignore the rotten smell that comes out of this mouth.
"Sir.", you try again. "Please, go."
"I won't go anywhere, until that little slut talks to me!", he spats out and tries to shove you away. He shouldn't have done that. With one quick movement you swept him off his feet and throw him to the ground. You take one arm and twist it painfully onto his back. He winces.
"Ouch! You're hurting me.", he whimpers.
"If you ever say or do that again, the pain you're feeling now is nothing compared to what I'll do to you then.", you threaten him. He swallows.
"Now go and don't you ever dare to talk to her again. Understood?", you speak through your gritted teeth. He nods and you let him out of your grip. He quickly disappears into one of the alleys. You turn and see Lizzie standing a few meters behind you.
"Hey, are you okay?"
She looks at you, fear written all over her face.
"That was terrifying.", she says slowly, hey eyes still directed to the spot, you held the man on the ground.
"Hey, you know what?", you touch her arm softly to pull her out of her trance like state.
"I would really like to eat ice cream right now."
Her eyes beam and a small smile begins to form.
"Yes!", she cheers.

You sit on a bench eating your ice cream in a comfortable silence.
"Thank you for earlier."
"No problem. I mean it's my job. I would be a pretty bad bodyguard if I can't save you from a crazy man like him.", you say.
"Well, yeah you're right. I think I would have had to fire you, if you hadn't saved me.", she agrees with you.
"Probably yeah.", you nod and begin to laugh. "No, but seriously I'm glad, I could help."
"Uhm so, I think the only thing left to do is some grocery shopping. After that I'm going home and you're free to do whatever you like."
"Sounds good to me."
You walk to her car and leave all the bags with clothes there before you go to a supermarket.

"So, what do you need?", you ask while you push the shopping cart.
"Hmm, let me think. I want to make some pasta this evening, therefore I need noodles and some vegetables for the sauce."
She walks in front of you and puts everything she needs in the cart. Although she is just making pasta, she seems to need a lot for that.
"I think, I'm good. Dinner will be nice."
"I have to agree with you. This really looks like it could become a good meal.", you smile.
"You can stay for dinner, if you want.", she offers and bites her lip.
"Oh, uh, no it's okay. I'll go the gym and then probably just order something."
"It would just be a thank you for saving my life from a crazy stranger dinner.", Lizzie grins.
You hesitate for a moment. You really enjoy spending time with her, but she is your boss. Although Lizzie tries to convince you otherwise, you're not really friends. As much as you want to say yes to that dinner, it would be one more step towards a friendship. One step closer to Lizzie being someone you love and care about. You don't really have many friends. Not because you're not a likeable person, but because you're terribly scared of losing the people you love. After what happened in Afghanistan, you can't allow yourself to get new people that close to you again.
"I'm sorry, another time maybe.", you give her half a smile.
"Oh okay, yeah another time then." All the previous excitement leaves Lizzie's eyes as she begins to walk to the cashier.

You drive Lizzie back home and then head to the gym. Working out again feels good. You missed the feeling of pushing your body to its limits. After working out for 2 hours you decide that you did enough sports today. You go to the changing room and get your stuff out of the locker. The ride back home on your motorcycle is peaceful. You feel physically exhausted after the intense workout, but you love that feeling. Back home you take a shower and order something to eat. Funny enough, you suddenly crave pasta.
As you're munching your pasta and watching your favorite TV show, you get a facetime call. You smile as you read her name on your phone screen.
"Kara!", you say with a smile as you answer the call and see the blonde appear.
"Hey, Y/n! How are you doing?"
"I'm doing good! What about you?"
"I'm fine! Work is pretty stressful lately, but I manage it somehow.", she answers and you realize how tired she looks.
"Do you get enough sleep?", you ask concerned.
"It could be more. But you know, the news never sleep and as a reporter I have to keep up with them."
You shake your head. "You need to take care of yourself."
"I know, I do, don't worry. But what about you? How does it feel to be back? And be honest with me. Don't tell me the stuff, you tell everybody, because I know you. And I know when you're lying."
You try to suppress a smile. Kara is one of your best friends. You've been together in high school and after she went to college to study journalism and you joint the army, you've stayed in close contact.
"Uhm, it's okay. I feel like time stood still, while I was gone. My apartment looks exactly like we left it. And I – uh", you try to swallow the lump that just built up in your throat. "I really miss her. And being here without her just feels wrong."
"Oh, I know, honey. I can't even imagine what you're going through. But just know that you're strong. Like really strong. Probably the strongest person I know!", you chuckle slightly as your wipe away a single tear, that tried to escape your eye.
"And you know I am always there for you. So just keep going! Hey, what do you think, if I come visit you this weekend?"
"I don't how I'm working, but I'm sure I can make some time.", you say with a smile. Kara is such a cheerful person, who is full of joy and hope, and you love having her around.
"Great! Just text me if you know your work plan."
"Will do! See ya!"
"See you soon!", Kara waves goodbye and the facetime call ends.
You smile to yourself looking forward to the weekend. After tidying up the mess you made with your food, you go to bed.