Belated Fate (Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 8. Let's escape?

Elizabeth's POV:

I definitely didn't plan on crying into Y/n's shoulder for fifteen minutes. Nevertheless, I'm very glad that it was her who was there for me when I needed it. For some reason I don't understand, she's the source of my comfort and one of the very few people who can make me feel better. I haven't felt this way in a long time.

Entering the bathroom, she immediately began to wipe my face from the ruined makeup. I could handle it myself, but I didn't want to miss the feeling of her gentle slow movements on my face.

"Will you reapply the makeup yourself or do I need to help you?" she asks, looking straight into my eyes as I lean against the sink.

Glancing quickly at my still slightly trembling hands, I decide to ask her to help me anyway. Or is this just another excuse, hm, Elizabeth?

"Do you carry your whole makeup bag with you?" I watch in surprise as she pulls mascara, powder, blush, and eye shadow out of her purse.

"These are only the most necessary things, by the way. Please don't move now if you don't want to look like a homeless panda again."

The position I'm in now and the fact that she's wearing heels allows her to be the same height as me. I have never been so close to her. She's standing between my legs, her left hand on my cheek, the other hand applying shadows on my eyelids, her slow breath on my face with the smell of sweet mint, how reverently she treats me...All of this causes me a storm of emotions and an immense desire for this moment to never end.

Even though I can't see her because my eyes are closed, I know for sure, that her face is wearing a focused look now. The one that appears only when she sincerely tries to do everything as best as possible. I always unwittingly notice all these little things about her and there's nothing I can do about it.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now." Her hand disappears from my cheek and I instantly miss its warmth.

I slowly open my eyes and immediately meet her proud look at the work done and a small soft smile. Involuntarily, my gaze lingers on her lips, then down to her graceful neck... I don't let my eyes wander lower and raise them to look at her face again. Now it wears an unreadable expression, and after a few seconds of intense staring at each other, she clears her throat and hurriedly says:

"Alright... I'll pack my stuff right now, and you can go back to the guests, I think a lot of people have been waiting for you already. I'll catch up with you, El." Does she want to get rid of me now or am I missing something? But deciding not to ask unnecessary questions, I thank her for the help, and leave the bathroom, saying that I will wait for her there.

Y/n's POV:

I swear I love spending time with Elizabeth, but lately I've been getting more and more nervous when we're alone. I have already come to terms with the fact that I can't even look for a romantic interest in her, she is like a Hollywood celebrity to me. It means, that I can admire her, I can fantasize about something, but the fact that in real life we ​​can't have any future together is the only truth that I have already accepted.

Can you imagine the confusion I feel when I encounter her lingering looks on me, small gestures of attention, outbursts of emotions that she shows only to me and in general her special attitude? It definitely complicates my process of "unliking her". It goes without saying, that she does this most likely subconsciously and simply because she trusts me, but my brain refuses to accept it yet. However, I'm working on it.

While sinking in my thoughts, I automatically collect my things, put them in my purse, fix my hair and go out the door, heading towards the crowd of people.