Ch. 5 - Crazy In Love

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Crazy In Love - Beyoncé ('Fifty Shades of Grey' Soundtrack)

"I look and stare so deep in your eyes. I touch on you more and more every time."

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Lizzie's POV

It had been thirty minutes since our plane landed in New York and I was slightly freaking out. I mean, I don't really know why, though. Y/N has met my parents through the phone, they seemed to like her. They gave her their damn blessing for Christ's sake. I just wanted everything to go perfectly.

I know they didn't really like Robbie, the man from my previous relationship, and it was a huge struggle. I always felt weird every time he was around my family for holidays and various get-togethers. There always seemed to be this underlying tension and I tried my best to soothe it, but it was a full-time job. Playing mediator between your significant other and your family is fucking exhausting.

I held on to Y/N's hand as she led us to pick up the little luggage we had. Honestly, it was only one suitcase that we borrowed from Evan. We flew immediately from LA to Atlanta when we first got the news about him, bringing only our essentials, and stayed for almost five months. We had a few pieces of clothing shipped to us, but we had to mostly order everything we wore. So, when we went straight to New York from Atlanta, we didn't have a lot to bring with us.

Y/N grabbed the old, navy blue suitcase and looked at me with a small smile.

"I don't know where to go, now."

Giggling at how cute she was, I nodded and replied, "Follow me."

"Anywhere." I heard her mumble under her breath behind me, making a smile spread across my face. How is it that she could completely melt my heart with one single word?

I pulled my cap down over my face a little lower and kept my gaze down, leading the both of us through the airport and to the pick-up area. I heard a couple of whispers and camera shutters but paid them no mind, and made my feet continue walking to the designated area.

I grinned as I briefly looked up, and saw the sign that read "Beauford" held by my family's New York driver, George.

"Beauford?" Y/N asked with confusion as she followed behind.

"It's a fake name we use so we don't draw any unwanted attention. We change it up a lot. Today, it happens to be Beauford."

"Oh, that makes sense."

"Hi, George." I greeted the older man with a quick side hug. "It's been a while."

"Indeed, Ms. Olsen." He said quietly with a warm smile. "I hope you've been doing well?"

"I have, thank you." I said, tightening my grip on Y/N's hand.

"Excellent. Shall we go, then?"

"Yeah, we're ready."

George led us out to a black sedan with dark tinted windows and grabbed the suitcase from Y/N, even though she insisted on helping. He placed it easily in the back of the car and took his place in the driver's seat as we got settled in the back.

"So," Y/N started, sounding a little shaky. "The dinner is not until tomorrow night. What are we going to do until then?"

"I have some ideas." I smirked. Damn, Olsen. I always surprised myself with how often I thought about this woman and the various adult activities we could get into. I didn't used to think about sex all the time, but my fiancé made my mind live in the gutter, I swear.

"Easy, now." She said, returning my smirk and placing her hand high up on my thigh. "There's plenty of time for all of that." She added in a lower voice, sending shivers down my spine.

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