One At A Time

*Elizabeth Olsen*

#2: F.T.a.J.K.M

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*Y/N’s POV*

“Y/N! You’ll do great,” my PA said, giving me a reassuring smile as I prepared to go on stage. I nodded, taking a deep breath, and stepped out to face the thousands of people gathered, all here for one reason—me.

This concert was something I’d dreamed of since I was 14, and now, at 26, it was finally happening. The stage lights were blinding, but I could still see the blur of faces and feel the energy of the crowd. This was everything I’d worked for.

With a wide smile, I launched into my first song, the adrenaline rushing through me. Song after song, I felt the music lift me, and the audience responded with a passion that fueled me even more. By the time I was halfway through my fourth song, I began to move around the stage, reaching out to the fans in the front row, their hands stretching toward me like they were trying to grab onto a piece of this dream too.

That’s when I saw her.

Among the sea of faces, one stood out—a face I didn’t expect to see tonight, or maybe ever again. Elizabeth Olsen, or Lizzie as I called her, sat there in the front row, watching me intently. Her gaze was locked on me, and for a moment, I almost forgot the words to my song. My heart raced, but I somehow managed to finish the song without missing a beat.

I stepped back to the center of the stage, my mind still swirling from the sight of her, but I kept my focus on the crowd. They didn’t come here for my personal drama—they came for the music.

I cleared my throat and addressed the audience. “This next song is really special to me,” I began, my voice slightly shaky. “It wasn’t supposed to be on the album, but... well, life has a way of changing things. This song is for someone I loved more than anything. Someone I—well, I still love.”

I looked down, trying to hide the blush creeping onto my face. My fingers found their place on my guitar, and I searched the crowd for her once more. She was still there, watching, her eyes locked on mine. Did she know? Could she feel that this song was for her?

I began to play, my voice soft at first but growing stronger with each word.

**"Line Without a Hook"** 
*(lyrics changed to fit the moment)*

*I don’t really give a damn about the way you touch me 
When we’re alone, 
You can hold my hand if no one’s home...* 

My mind wandered as I sang, memories flooding in—memories of us.

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Flashback: Two Years Ago

“Lizzie, are you still afraid?” I asked her, my voice breaking with frustration.

She sighed, turning away from me. “Y/N, what you’re asking is easier said than done.”

“Why? Why is it so hard for you to tell the world that you love me? It’s been two years, Liz.”

“I just want privacy,” she said, her voice trembling. “I want to keep what we have... just between us.”

“But this isn’t privacy, Lizzie. This is secrecy. You’re hiding me, hiding us from the world. Do you even understand how much that hurts?”

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*Do you like it when I’m away? 
If I went and hurt my body, baby, 
Would you love me the same?*

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Her eyes softened, guilt flickering across her face. “Isn’t what I’m doing enough? Don’t you see how much I love you?”

I shook my head, tears welling in my eyes. “You are enough. You’ve always been enough, but I can’t keep living in the shadows. I want to hold your hand in public. I want to kiss you without looking over my shoulder. I want the world to know that I’m yours.”

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*You’re a pond, and I’m an ocean 
Oh, all my emotions 
Feel like explosions when you are around...*

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She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m scared. Y/N, I’m scared of what people will say. Of what my family will think. You don’t understand the pressure I’m under.”

“Is that it?” I asked, my voice rising with frustration. “You’re more afraid of what people will think than losing me?”

“I love you, Y/N. Please, don’t doubt that.”

“I know you do. But you don’t love me more than your fear.”

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*Darling, when I’m fast asleep, 
I’ve seen this person watching me, 
Saying, ‘Is it worth it? Is it worth it?’*

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“Are you asking me to wait for you?” I asked, my voice softening. “Do you want me to wait until you’re ready to face the world with me?”

She hesitated, her eyes filled with conflict. “Y/N, I don’t want you to wait for someone who might never be brave enough.”

My heart shattered. “Then maybe it’s time I let you go.”

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*She’s a, she’s a lady, and I am not a boy, 
I’m singing, ‘She’s a, she’s a lady, and I am just a line without a hook...’*

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I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt the tears hit my guitar. The song was almost over, and the pain of those memories still weighed heavy on my heart. I glanced at Lizzie again, and to my surprise, tears streamed down her face too. Did she regret what happened? Was she still afraid?

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I was about to finish the song when I noticed movement in the crowd. Lizzie was climbing up onto the stage. My heart stopped. What was she doing?

The security guards were quick to react, running after her, but she moved with purpose, her eyes never leaving mine. She reached me before they could pull her away, wrapping her arms around me in a desperate embrace.

I froze, my guitar slipping from my hands. The crowd gasped, and the guards hesitated, unsure of what to do.

“Lizzie...?” I whispered, barely able to process what was happening.

She pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, her own filled with tears. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I was so scared. But I love you. I love you more than anything, and I need you to know that.”

Her hands trembled as they cupped my face, her touch sending a familiar warmth through me. My heart raced as I searched her eyes, trying to find the truth in her words.

“Lizzie, I—”

“Please, forgive me,” she pleaded, her voice breaking. “I’ll tell the world, I swear. I’ll never hide you again.”

My breath caught in my throat. Could I really trust her this time? Could I risk my heart again?

“I told you I’d wait for you,” I whispered, wiping away her tears. “And I meant it.”

She smiled through her tears and leaned in, pressing her lips to mine. The crowd erupted into cheers, but for a moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the world.

I pulled away just slightly, remembering where we were. “But Lizzie, the crowd... we’re live... worldwide.”

She laughed, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Fuck . Them . and . Just . Kiss . Me!"

And so I did.

There’s no more hiding.

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