Elizabeth Olsen's Bodyguard

Chapter 25

Lizzie POV

They're dead now. Those words swirl inside my head. What happened with y/n? Did she kill someone? My heart aches at the sight of all her bruises. She probably helped Kara and Hailee with something and I accused her to sleep with them. God, I'm so stupid!

Y/n doesn't say a word for the rest of the drive. She doesn't even look at me, although I'm sure that she knows I'm watching her.

We arrive in front of my house. The dark windows telling us that it's just the two of us.

Y/n turns off the engine, but she doesn't move. All she does is staring off into space. Her eyes aren't focused, I can tell that something's on her mind.

"Shit.", y/n mutters quietly.

"What is it?", I ask worriedly.

"I forgot that I left my motorcycle on set. Uhm, I'll get an uber.", she explains.

"Or you could stay.", I suggest ignoring the lump that begins to form in my throat. "I mean it's already late and you have to pick me up early anyway, so you could as well stay."

I start fidgeting nervously with my hands, as she doesn't answer immediately.

"Okay.", she says quietly and for the first time this evening, she turns her head to look at me. Her piercing eyes staring directly into my soul.

"Okay.", I whisper.

We get out of the car and she follows me in. The silence that surrounds us is killing me. It creates a tension, so thick that you could probably cut with a knife through it.

"Have you eaten?", I ask cautiously.

"I'm not hungry.", she declines.

"I haven't asked if you are hungry. I asked if you have eaten."

She sighs. "Haven't really got the chance."

I nod. "If you want, you can take a shower. I give you some clothes of mine, you can wear. And in the meantime I'll cook us something. How does that sound?"

"Perfect.", she gives me a half smile.

I give her a white sweater and grey sweatpants of mine as well as a big towel and lead her to the bathroom.

Y/n gives me a thankful nod and disappears behind the door.

I make my way to the kitchen and only a few minutes later I hear the water running. The thought that she's with me in my house, while I'm cooking something for her feels almost ... homey? It puts my mind at ease and my heart is finally able to beat in a slow pace, because for the first time in weeks I just feel calm and safe. Don't get me wrong, I'm not unhappy when I'm with Robbie, but I feel like I'm constantly missing something.

I decide to let some calm music play. Swaying my hips softly and humming to the music, I begin to chop some vegetables. Roasting the vegetables in a pan and cooking rice in a pot next to it, the smell of food begins to invade the kitchen. I put some coconut milk together with two spoons of curry paste in the pan with the vegetables and let it cook on a low flame.
It's almost finished, now I just have to wait for y/n.

I didn't even realize that she's standing in the doorframe until she clears her throat. I stop all my movements immediately, feeling embarrassed since she saw my little dances.

Her hair's damp and her long lashes throw shadows on her cheekbone. Although she washed all the blood off her body and the clothes are long enough to hide the bruises, the cut on her temple shines bright red.

"Do you feel a bit better?", I ask.

"Yeah, the shower was really helpful."

I nod.

"The cut on your temple looks pretty painful.", I begin cautiously. "Mind if I take care of it?"

She shakes her head.

"Okay.", my voice trembles a bit.

I go to one of the closets and get a first aid kit. I also grab a fresh towel and some disinfectant.

"Here, sit.", I motion to one of the barstools that are placed around the kitchen island. She takes a seat without a question.

I put some of the disinfectant on the towel, making sure there's enough on it. Then I take a step closer, now standing between her legs. I softly grab her chin and lift it up, my fingers caressing her skin subconsciously. Her breath hitches as I press the towel carefully on her wound, tapping it several times. I'm sure that the contact stings, but she doesn't even flinch. My brave little soldier.
Her eyes never leave my face as I try to focus on taking care of her. Though I can't quite read the expression in them.

"Almost done.", I whisper.

I take a clamp plaster out of the first aid kit and place it carefully over the cut. With my thumb I press the ends down, making sure it won't fall off.

"Here we go.", I give her a wide smile.

"Thank you." She looks me directly in the eyes, showing me how much she appreciates it.

Only now I realize once again how close we are. The distance between us almost nonexistent. My hand still lingers on her cheek.

Kiss her! My heart screams. But I know that I would ruin it all again, if I gave in.

With a shaking breath I take a step backwards.

"Do you want to eat something now? I hope you like curry."

"That would be lovely, thanks.", she responds and smiles genuinely.

We eat most of the time in a comfortable silence, only now and then saying something. I can tell y/n liked the food by how much she ate and it warms my heart.
Since it is already pretty late, I show her the guest room right after we finished our food. She closes the door behind her, but not without saying a sweet goodnight.

I go to the kitchen to tidy everything up. A smile begins to form on my lips and it doesn't fade away for the rest of the night, because now for the first time in weeks I have a feeling that everything will work out in the end.
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A short fluff chapter for today, but I think we need some more drama. Any suggestions what should happen next?
Thanks for all your comments by the way! I just love reading them all.
Have a good day!