Secret People- Elizabeth Chase x reader!fem

Chapter 7: I'm Not Kidnapping You

Y/N POV

"Mistress?" Colin laughs. "Sorry Y/n, she hasn't been making any sense tonight." He apologizes for Elizabeth's mindless drunken

I laugh, silently thanking god that Colin didn't think anything of her comment. "It's fine." I say stepping out of my car so I can help Elizabeth get in.

"Come on Lizzie let's get you home." Colin tells the drunken blonde that's currently leaning against him for support.

"Y/n/n. You came back." She slurs smiling at me.

"Don't call me that, and yes, I came to bring you home. C'mon." I say grabbing her arm, and putting in over my shoulder to help her to my car.

She mumbles out what sounds to be a goodnight and thank you towards Colin and Scarlett, but it kinda hard to make out exactly what she's saying.

I finally get her in the car, buckling her seatbelt for her and thanking Scarlett for calling me, before getting into the driver's seat.

"What's your address?" I ask looking over at Elizabeth, who looks to be falling asleep. "Hey, don't fall asleep yet, I need to know your address Elizabeth."

"Um- it, I live near like a- near- uhhh a rock?" She giggles at the end of her sentence.

"That doesn't help. Do you know the street name?"

"42 Wallaby Way" she slurs looking at me.

"Elizabeth, that's not a real place."

"Yes it is! I live there!"

"Elizabeth that's the address from 'Finding Nemo'"

"Y/n, it's real, get with the program." She says, dead serious, making eye contact.

Feels like she's staring into my soul.

I just roll my eyes, knowing full well that I'm not gonna get any where with this conversation.

I start the ignition and pull the car onto the highway, my radio starts blasting some random music, I hum along, but after a few seconds the station is switched.

"Hey, I like that song." I say slapping Elizabeth's hand away from my stereo.

"I don't, I wanna switch it." She complains, her hand reaching back to change the station that I just put it back on.

I slap her hand away again.

"Don't mess with my music, or so help me god I will leave you in a ditch." I tell her, briefly looking her in the eyes, showing her I'm serious.

No one messes with my music. No. One.

"Sheesh. Fine." She huffs throwing her head onto the headrest.

A few minutes go by before Taylor Swift "Welcome To New York" starts playing, Elizabeth immediately shoots up in her seat, belting the lyrics at the top of her lungs.

I watch her out of the corner of my eye, laughing a bit as she swings her arms around, dancing as much as she can.

"Sing Y/n!" She says pushing my arm a little.

I smile at her playful mood, before singing along with her, bobbing my head to the beat, she smiles widely at me before singing along as well, dancing along.