That One Letter. Larissa Weems x Reader

Chapter 30- Kissing In Candle Light

    "Larissa?" You were confused to see her, especially after she had ignored you without a reason. As soon as she heard your voice she lifted her eyes off the paper to look at you. The first thing she said surprised you because you weren't expecting it: "You again didn't lock the doors Y/n..." You knew that Larissa didn't like that you didn't lock your doors when you were in your own house and you had no reason to argue about it, but this time it was different.

   "What?" Even tho you didn't lock your doors all the time, you always made sure to lock them whenever you left your house because it was the right thing for you to do and you were confident that you had locked them today. "I-I.." You realized that you might actually have forgotten to lock them today because as you were about to leave your house for the event, your whole attention had been turned to Larissa and hopes of seeing her in the city. "I guess I forgot..."

   "What can be so important that it makes you forget to lock your God damm doors, Y/N!" She remained seated, but the voice in her tone was harsh. "I-I," You didn't want to admit to Larissa that she was the reason why you had forgotten to lock the doors, so you decided to change the subject, "That doesn't matter now! Maybe you can tell me why have you been ignoring me?" As you said that you threw your useless keys on the coffee table not just wanting to awkwardly stand here. "Well, I-" She immediately stopped talking and looked down at your legs, "You're bleeding." You instantly looked down and saw blood seeping through your jeans. "Oh no, my jeans..."

   You hated getting blood on clothing, especially on jeans because you weren't the best at getting blood out of clothing. You lifted your eyes off your legs and looked back at Larissa to see her looking confused. "What?" You asked in a harsh tone still angry at her for ignoring you. "You are more concerned about your jeans than yourself?" She stood up and started walking up to you making you back off a little because you wanted to show her that you hadn't yet forgiven her. "I know what happened, I fell...and I guess I just scraped my knee, nothing to worry about." You still felt like you needed to explain yourself because her dominance was filling the whole room.

   "Where do you keep your first aid kit, but knowing you, you probably don't." "Actually I do...in the bathroom under the sink!" It felt good to prove Larissa wrong, but right after you said it you realized your mistake. She started heading right for the bathroom to get the kit. "But I can handle it myself." At the moment you didn't want Larissa's help, the only thing you wanted was for her to explain why she was ignoring you and then suddenly come to your apartment. "I don't think you would even be bothered to take care of it." And in reality, Larissa was right, you probably wouldn't have even thought about cleaning it, you would have probably only hopped in the shower to rinse the wound and right after that would have slapped a bandaid on it and continued living your normal life.

   "So and? I won't die anyways." You watched her quickly walk into the bathroom. She bent down and opened up the cabinet to grab the first aid kit, but was confused by the sight she saw. "Where is it Y/n?" You didn't have a white bag with a red cross on it where you kept all of the required things to clean a wound, instead, you kept it in a cute box which Larissa didn't seem to be noticing, and you wanted it to stay like that. "I'm not telling." You walked up to the bathroom door to see Larissa crouched down next to the cabinet. "Stop acting like a child...this is for your own good." "No, I don't need help!" You crossed your arms to show some resistance, and when Larissa saw you do that she said: "Fine...I guess I will find it myself." And then she started searching through the cabinet. "Hey! Personal space lady!" But before you could say anything else you saw her stand back up with the cute box in her hands.

   "You're not letting this go...are you?" A little part of you liked how resistant she was towards your opinion, but the overwhelming feeling of anger was keeping you away from enjoying this woman's dominance. "Apparently not..." She just walked passed you heading straight back to the living room making you instantly follow her. "I can manage from here...thank you..." You pressed yourself against the wall as Larissa put the box down on the coffee table and sat back down on the sofa. "No...you definitely will not manage." Larissa wasn't about to get sent home by the person who had so desperately tried to reach her for the past few days.