Invisible String (Elizabeth Olsen x Fem Reader)

The Calm Before The Storm

(AN: TW, this chapter contains mentions of stalking and features 18+ content. Please proceed with caution!!!!!!!)

Y/N POV

"I am not going to just fall off the face of the earth because of some dude that I don't even know."

The group instantly protests my words, all their voices mixing together into one undistinguishable mass of noise, and it causes me to sigh. I get that they're all worried, even I am, but this can't be the only option we have.

The break in at the studio was, just as Skylar said, not really that bad. Someone had thrown a brick through the glass of the front doors with an envelope attached, and that envelope ended up being full of creepy notes and a few pictures taken of me and the band. Some featured us leaving the studio. Some were of us out and about, all taken randomly and from angles that proved we were being followed and observed from a distance. It was honestly creepy as fuck, and I'd barely been able to look at a handful of the photos before I had to look away. Especially after seeing one featuring Skylar and Noah's kids. That had been the last straw.

The police ended up doing a comparison of the letter I brought, and even without them confirming it, I knew it was the same person. Whoever this Lucas was, he was obviously well out of his mind, and everyone's been on edge since we convened back at my apartment. None of us knew what to do, since we'd never actually had to deal with this before. Crowds of fans? Yes. The pap? Of course. A crazy, psycho stalker? Not a damn clue.

The first suggestion was that I should lay low, since it's me that's being targeted specifically, and that I should stay within the apartment until the cops can find this dude. But I instantly shut that down. Much to everyone's obvious displeasure.

Leon, the ever protective friend that he is, frowns as he stands and moves closer to me. "Y/N, come on. This isn't a game. If this guy feels comfortable enough to break into the studio to leave all this shit, then what's stopping him from doing it again when you're out on the street or at the store or whatever? Where he's obviously already following you?"

"He's got a point, Y/N."

I sigh, again, as I pinch the bridge of my nose as most of the group agrees with Leon. "I understand what you all are saying, and I get where it's coming from. But so far he's not made any move to confront me, or any of us, directly. I refuse to just sit around here and let some weird ass creep dictate my life."

Leon lets out a huff, crossing his arms over his chest as he glares down at me. "Stop trying to play the whole unconcerned thing. This is bigger than that. This is bigger than your ego. You're in actual danger, Y/N."

"You think I don't know that? All I'm saying is that I don't want this guy to control me and what I do. Isn't that just giving in to this? You all act like I'm just handing myself over. I'll be careful."

"You basically are handing yourself over if you just go on as normal! Stop acting like a damn child!"

I can feel my patience starting to thin as I glare up at my friend, mixing with my fear and worry. "Oh fuck off, Leon! You're not my father, I don't need you to lecture me about how fucked up this whole situation is! I get it! You all act like I'm not terrified thinking about what this guy could do, but I am! I'm fucking scared shitless by all this! But I'm not going to let him win!"

"Y/N."

Lizzie's voice pulls me out of the hazy fog of anger long enough for me to tear my gaze away from Leon and down towards the floor. The room has grown silent at my outburst, and it only adds to my inner turmoil. I'm tired. I'm irritated. I'm scared.

It's all too much.

Without saying anything else I storm off into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me. I briefly have the urge to scream into the empty room, but refrain from doing so, instead choosing to pace up and down the length of my bed for a few moments as my emotions run their course.