I Love You - Elizabeth Olsen

sixty four

September 6, 2018 Los Angeles

My second single were released yesterday and it goes amazing. The views are a little higher than my first single, but it's only because of Lizzie. Internet went fucking crazy about the music video.

Lizzie and I also decided that it's a good time for 'public' confirmation about our relationship. Nothing too big, I just posted an Instagram post with a photo promoting the single with description where I invited people to watch the music video I filmed with my girlfriend. Simple, but successful.

But the happiness from yesterday disappear in the second that I notice Lizzie with a small suitcase appearing in the kitchen while I play quick match in Call of Duty: WWII on my PlayStation 4 that I brought into Lizzie house some time ago.

I frown immediately, apologizing to Harry and leaving the game quickly. Lizzie's smiling apologetically at me, leaving the suitcase next to the table and walking over to me, straddling my lap when she's beside me.

"Do you really have to leave me?" I pout sadly, wrapping my arms around her waist and pushing my face into her chest. She hugs me back just as tight and rest her cheek on my head.

"I'm sorry, baby. Maybe I could beg them to delay the premiere normally, but I can't do anything with it. It's a film festival after all" She murmurs guiltily, rubbing my back in attempt to comfort me.

I wouldn't be that sad if she'd just leave at any other day, but unfortunately, the show she filmed earlier this year decided to have premiere on film festival in Toronto which starts today. It means that Lizzie has to leave there for 3 days and she'll miss my birthday party and album releasing. I won't lie, I was miserable when she told me this, but I can't blame her.

"I know, I'll be fine when I get over it, just sad that you'll miss so much. But promise me you won't listen my album without me?" I mumble, taking my head up from her chest and purse my bottom lip.

"I promise. I won't even look at any social media to not spoiler anything, okay?" She agrees with a gentle look, giggling when I pursue the lip more for a kiss. She smirks and rolls her eyes before she pecks my lips.

I give her a glare, not amused by the quick kiss. She giggles and presses her lips firmly on mine. I hum in content, opening my mouth instantly for her to push her tongue inside my mouth. She keeps the kiss short, not wanting to start anything when she has a plane to catch in 2 house.

I mean, I'd probably need just a couple of minutes to finish, but I guess it's not something to be proud of, so I keep my mouth shut.

"I promise I'll make it up to you as soon as I return, okay?" She breathes out, slightly out of breath when she breaks the kiss.

"Okay" I nod with a cheeky smile, having some dreams what she can do for me.

"Stop having dirty thoughts. You promised me that you'll drive me to the airport and you won't do it if you get hard, so let's go" She says and I groan in annoyance, but agrees eventually. I pat her ass and she gives me a last kiss before she stands up from my lap.

"Let's get you into that airport"

I drop off Lizzie at the airport, having goodbyes in the car to avoid the paparazzi. She cries a little, making me release a tear at her break down. Negatives in being pregnant, I'm actually shocked that she didn't cry at home.

When she finally disappears from my sight, I start the drive and drive off, going back to my apartment this time. I take a long bath, enjoying the silence before the party. I wrap the towel around myself and walk into my walk-in closet in search for an outfit.