La Lace (Elizabeth Olsen x F Reader)

Chapter 21- Steamy

Y/N's POV

"Darling?!" Elizabeth yelled whilst holding onto my phone, throwing it around in the air like a light at a festival.

I threw my arms up in the air, signalling that I 'give up' . "What about it Elizabeth?!" I shout just as loud back.

"Is that where you got it from? Calling me Darling?" Her voice sounded hurt.

Yes, it was.

"No, it wasn't?!" I lied, scrunching up my face as I go to grab my phone from her but she snatches it away before I can even touch it. I stumble forward slightly, embarrassing myself once more.

"You're insane" I say to try gain back the pride I had just lost the stumble.

"Fuck you!" She yells, throwing my phone at me. My weak attempt to catch it means and slams right into my chest causing me to gasp slightly as the air is hit right out of me. I don't let it be seen that I'm wincing in pain as I pocket my phone in my jeans.

"We are old friends, nothing more!" I try to tell her. It was true, I cross my heart. We talk every now and then with general chit chat but nothing more than that. We hadn't seen each other in nearly over a year and the last time we saw each other we met and got coffee, that's all. She wasn't married but seeing someone and I was engaged to Florence. End of story. I just don't know how to make that clear to the woman who I love.

She doesn't respond but instead covers her face with her hands before moving them backwards and through her hair. Even when she's so angry at me she could cry, she still looks like a work of art.

"Elizabeth, please" I beg, this time using her full name which caught her attention and with less confidence in my voice. I didn't want to lose her. Especially not over this.

"Y/N, no. Just stop talking" She whispers, placing her hands on my kitchen counter, leaning forward on it as she composes herself.

"She will tell you the same thing! Look, you can meet her, at the club. She can tell you it herself, if you don't believe me!" I say, as though I've just thought of a master plan to make her believe me.

She lashes out. "I don't want to meet her! Why the FUCK would I want to meet the woman who groomed you?!" She says with a sarcastic laugh, looking at me as though I'm the stupidest person to live.

"Lizzie, she didn't groom me. It was 100% consensual and I was in... love." I said, her eyes snapping to me. I think she was hurt at the idea of me having been in love with someone else. From her reaction I can only assume that she felt less than Scarlett?

"That was then. I'm in love with you and not just that puppy love shit." I say to reassure her, her face returning back from the frown she had seconds ago but now into a clenched jaw and pressed lips.

"Fine" Is the only words that leave her lips before she stands up straight, brushes her hands on her jeans and walks over to grab her phone off the couch. She puts it in her back pocket before grabbing one of my jean jackets which was laying on the back of the couch and she puts it on.

"Come on" she says I just stand there looking at her. What is she doing? She wants to meet her right now? What.

"I don't even know if she's available-" I start but she gives me a look of 'don't test me' and I just shut up. I get my phone out of my pocket as we both start walking down the stairs. I was so out of it that I forgot to get a jacket and so the cold air causes my skin to burn. Luckily, we get into Lizzie's car rather quickly after leaving my apartment. She gets in first, slamming the door and I get in right after her. I felt like I was treading on egg shells right now. She's pissed off and it's a little scary.