What I Never Knew I Needed

Ch. 33 - the author

the author - Luz

"Are you caught in self reflection, Or fighting the intention to follow what is told. Are you afraid of living life in bold? How else do you plan on emphasizing what they wrote."

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Lizzie's POV

I woke up feeling the gentle rise and fall of Y/N's chest under my head and let a lazy smile fill my face.

She was going home today.

The thought filled me with emotions that I wasn't ready to unpack yet. However, what she confided in me last night, about being alone and scared to not have me near to help her calm down... I had those same fears. I didn't say anything last night about it because I didn't want Y/N to think I was trying to make her worries about me, but my fears were real.

I knew my next week of filming was going to be tough. I have to work a couple of longer days to make up for this week and I know that we will probably have to shoot multiple heavy scenes in a day because of that too. I didn't want to put all of that on Y/N right now because I was worried she would think it was her fault cause she was here. Obviously, that's not the case. I invited her here. I took the time off, and I rearranged my schedule. I didn't have to do all that, but I did it for her.

I decided that I was going to make the most of the time I had left with her, face-to-face, before she boarded her flight this evening. Finding my resolve, I slowly got up, so as to not wake her, and made my way downstairs to start on breakfast.

I opened the fridge door and grabbed the necessary ingredients for what I wanted to make her.

Cracking four eggs in a bowl and whisking them together, I think back to Y/N telling me about how eggs is one of her favorite foods and giggle to myself.

What a weirdo.

I made the eggs, buttered some toast, and made sure to have the hot sauce in hand as well. I also made some coffee for the both of us and put it in travel mugs so it would be harder to spill.

Putting the finishing touches on the plate, I carry the breakfast up to her so we can have breakfast in bed and maybe watch a movie together.

I slowly walked in and, surprisingly, set the plates on the nightstand next to the bed without spilling or dropping anything. After giving myself a quiet pat on the back, I crept up on the bed and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. From there, I traced my finger along her facial features. Across her forehead, down her cheekbones, along her jawline, and down her nose, smiling as she crinkled her face at the contact.

"Good mooooorning," I said to her in a sing-song voice.

She slowly opened her eyes, stretched out her arms and gave me a lazy smile before wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling me down on top to where my full body weight was resting on her.

I let out a chuckle as my body hit hers and felt her snuggle her face into my neck.

"Morning." She said in a sleepy voice that I just loved.

"I made you breakfast," I said softly.

She hummed in response and wrapped her arms around me tighter. "Five more minutes."

I giggled back at her and said "Well, I actually brought the breakfast up here so if you want me to eat my eggs with hot sauce by myse-"

I didn't even get the sentence completed before she threw me off of her onto the other side of the bed and scrambled to look at the plates of food on the bedside table.