What I Couldn't Live Without

Ch. 9 - Moves

Moves - Suki Waterhouse

"I'ma put some goddamn moves on you, babe, I know you need it."

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Y/N's POV

We slid into the car to go back to the hotel and I let out a quiet sigh of relief. I really didn't know how to feel about tonight. I think it ended on good terms, though? I don't even know.

"Sorry this night didn't start very well." I said, giving Lizzie an apologetic smile and squeezing her hand in the space between us.

Lizzie tilted her head and gave me a confused look. "Why are you apologizing? It wasn't your fault."

"I know, I know. You're right." I replied with a small smile. "I guess I was more-so thinking about you. I know how badly you wanted this night to go perfectly, so I guess I was apologizing for your expectations? I don't know." I ended as I let out a chuckle.

"Well, then thank you. But, again, it all ended well so it's okay."

I hummed in response as I thought about her words. Then, the trail of thoughts took me back to the yard with David. My legs shaking in quiet anticipation, trying to steady my breathing before I began speaking, how interesting the grass became as I tried to focus on it to quiet my mind.

"What did you say to him, by the way?" Lizzie asked softly, breaking my thoughts up. However, I had no idea what she said as I was going down a rabbit hole.

"Hm?"

"To my dad." She clarified. "What did you say? He was in a much better mood when you walked back in."

"Oh," I tried to recall my words from the conversation, but I was coming up blank. "To be honest, I don't really know. You know how I am with confrontation. I was so nervous that I think I blacked-out." I giggled. "But, I do remember telling him how much I love you, how I can't wait to marry you, and how you have helped me find who I want to be." I said with a cheesy softness to my voice, chuckling as I looked at Liz and noticed it was working. Her eyes were glassy. "Then he gave me a hug and told me to call him 'David', so I think all is well."

Lizzie straightened up at my words and furrowed her brows. Why, though? I thought that would be good?

"He gave you a hug?"

"Yes?" I asked, confused at her reaction. "That's good, right? Do hugs mean something different in your family?"

"No, it's just," She started as she paused, looking out at the passing lights outside of the car before returning her gaze to me. "He doesn't hug people. He never has. He always said the only people he would hug were his immediate family. He's always been like that, though. Just not a touchy-feely person." She revealed, making my mouth slightly open as I took in what she said.

"Oh... so that was a big deal, then?"

"Yeah," Lizzie mused as a smile finally spread across her face, her eyes regaining her glossy look with an added twinkle. "It's a big deal."

Lizzie's POV

I sat back in my seat, enjoying the rest of the ride with Y/N's hand firmly held in my own. I couldn't wipe the smile off of my face.

He hugged her.

To most, that would be such an ordinary act. Something that wouldn't even make you bat an eye. But, my father was such a serious man, and he hated to be touched, or to touch others. Don't get me wrong, he was a great dad growing up, and always gave myself and my siblings the loving contact children deserve. But anyone outside of the family? You could immediately forget about it.