Belated Fate (Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 17. (Love)sick

Y/n's POV:

A sore throat and the sensation that my head is about to split into a thousand pieces is the first thing I felt when I woke up in the morning in my bed the next day.

Rolling over from my stomach to my back with a groan, I cover my face with hands as the bright light attacks my sensitive eyes. Grabbing the phone that was laying on the pillow right next to me, I unlock the screen and see that it's almost 1 p.m. already. I don't quite understand my current state, because I don't remember drinking much yesterday, knowing my usual norm, but the events of last night are starting to fill my memory.

Elizabeth loudly sings along to the next song, giving vent to emotions and living up this day to the fullest. Her blond locks are already tangled and a few drops of sweat appeared on her forehead, making some hairs stick to it, but she still looks like the most beautiful creature in the multiverse, who doesn't care a slightest bit about anything in the world now.

"Pick your jaw off the floor, Y/n," Olivia's booming voice makes me tear my eyes away from the woman and meet the playful smirk of my tipsy friend. "You look like a humanization of that emoji with heart eyes and saliva flowing from its mouth," she screams in my ear like I wouldn't hear anything otherwise.

That amount of alcohol I've already had today makes me want to share my feelings with the whole world and pushes me into a moment of candor:

"Liv, I think that I'm falling in love with her," I say and purse my lips, showing not-so-positive way of my own attitude towards it and her smile is replaced by an understanding glare, making her look like she just instantly sobered up in a couple of seconds.

"I know, Y/n, I know. But you remember what we once talked about, yes?"

Well, these thoughts haunted me every single day, although I struggled to get rid of them and shift my attention to something else, so I didn't even have to forget about it.

I didn't want any of this. My heart seems to have masochistic tendencies and loves to inflict pain on itself by choosing the best candidates for it.

Deep down, I initially knew where this would lead and lately I simply refused to call a spade a spade, hoping that self-gaslighting would work, but now I don't see any reason to deny my true feelings. Another problem is how to make sure that El doesn't find out about it under any circumstances. Or does she already know?

After a few more sips of the scalding liquid, my dislike for Danny, who is constantly around El, almost reaches the point of no return. "It must be me who can touch her like that," drunken thoughts rush into my head, causing a feeling of jealousy to settle in me.

"El?" I go up to her again as soon as some slow song starts playing in the speakers and colorful beautiful lights illuminate the entire stadium, creating a magical calm atmosphere, although only a few minutes ago the crowd was literally ready to explode.

"Y/n?" The rosy-cheeked beauty immediately turns to me, giving me an inquisitive look from head to toe.

"May I have this dance?" I don't know what exactly I was guided by, but the thought that Danny could invite her to dance right now, his hands could be on her body instead of mine and the alcohol in my blood make me take this bold act.

She doesn't answer and I'm about to apologize, jumping off the balcony upside down after that, but she walks up to me, accompanying the action with a sensual smile on her lips. Elizabeth wraps her left arm around my waist and takes my left hand in her right, pulling me towards herself.

"Wrap your other arm around my neck, don't be afraid," she says and I do it without thinking twice, at the moment not paying attention to what the rest of the guys will think about us.