I Love You - Elizabeth Olsen

13

July 26, 2021 Los Angeles

A day after the party, Lizzie came back home and a couple of hours later, I left to New York. We had a brief conversation about it, but when I mentioned Isabelle, Scarlett's daughter, she understood why I need to go.

But after spending the last two days with her, I finally felt like I could come back home. The drive from the airport was surprisingly peaceful, especially after paps caught me in the New York just a few hours ago.

I make my way to the front door, juggling between the keys and my bag. I push the key into the hole, but when I try to turn it, it doesn't budge. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, trying again.

It doesn't work again, so I try to open the door. It opens instantly, leaving me more confused. We never leave the door unlocked. Never. So, why it's open now?

I put my bag down inside, closing after myself. I'm about to yell Lizzie's name when I notice a small, yellow note stuck on the closet.

go to the bedroom

- L

The letter L can mean only one thing, Lizzie. What is going on?

I make my way upstairs, slowly opening the door that is already slightly cracked. I look around the room, but I don't see anything out of the ordinary.

At least until my eyes fall on another yellow note, this time stuck to a mirror on Lizzie's vanity table.

i left you something in the bathroom, wear it

- L

This shit is getting crazier with every second. But I won't lie, it's making me a little excited too. What's her deal?

I follow the instructions and as soon as I enter the bathroom, I'm met with a forest green long sleeve and black jeans. It's my clothes for sure, I recognize this shirt with ease because the color matches Lizzie's eyes.

I change into that outfit and turn into the mirror's direction to check how I look. But I do, not only that, I also see another note. I chuckle to myself, amusement feeling my body.

meet me in the basement x

- L

She added kiss, so I'm guessing it's a final note. Before I go, though, I spray myself with my cologne. Just to smell nice if I already look nice. I go downstairs in a rushed walk, excited as hell what I'm going to see there.

But what I really see, is beyond all my expectations.

Lizzie standing in a beautiful, long black dress next to the small table with a lot of food on it. My mouth opens in shock, eyes flickering all over my fiancée, trying to understand what's happening, but it's hard with that dress.

God, this dress. It clings perfectly to her body, showing everything that I love in her body. Breasts, hips, legs and ass. She looks divine. Absolutely perfect.

When my eyes lift finally after a moment, her eyes spark with something familiar. I gulp nervously, trying to find the right words. Not only it's hard because of her appearance, but also because of her face. She looks kinda nervous? Insecure, perhaps.

My body moves on its own, pulling her into a tight hug. I feel her take a shaky breath against my neck as I try to push her as close to me as possible. I missed having her in my arms so bloody much.

Every argument, every problem we had in previous days just disappeared. Nothing else matter for me except of the love of my life in my arms.

"I'm sorry" We both mumble at the same time.

Lizzie chuckles as she leans back to look at me. A tear escaped her eye, so I wipe it off with my thumb as I smile apologetically.

"Don't be sorry, you didn't do anything bad. I was the dick for you, my behavior lately was shitty and I apologize for that" I say softly, caressing her cheek.

"Why were you a dick, though?" Her question makes sigh and look away.

"Because I'm messed up, Elizabeth. No matter how long, I cannot escape my past" I mutter tiredly, running my hand through my hair. Lizzie looks worriedly as she places her hand on my cheek, forcing me to look at her again.

"You're not messed up, baby. Please, tell me what happened?"

"It's the situation with Max. A few not really nice memories popped into my head and I didn't know what to do. So, I turned into the music, but I didn't know how to communicate it. It was so long when I had moments like these..." I mutter with an embarrassment in my voice.

I close my eyes as I exhale shakily, but when Lizzie doesn't say anything for a couple of seconds, I snap them open to see what's going on. Instantly, her eyes meet mine and I need to take a deep breath at the amount of love I can see.

"Okay, look" She gains my attention with a soft voice. Her hand suddenly shows up in front of my face, making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "See that ring? I'm here to stay, Clower, so I'll ask nicely only this one time, stop fucking sabotaging your own happiness" Her tone is firm, leaving no room to argue.

"Yes, ma'am" I nod and swallow nervously, my eyes don't leaving hers.

"Good. Now, let's eat before the food goes completely cold, hm?" She suggests and I smile happily. I move the chair for her, earning a quick peck on my cheek.

I sit on the opposite side, taking a deep breath as I try to relax. These last days were so hard for me, I needed this. Good thing, my fiancée knows me too well.

We start eating and catching up about ours last week. She tells me all about her trip to Italy, the interviews she had and how pretty the beach was. I'm glad she enjoyed it, even when we weren't on good terms. I'd feel more like an asshole if I'd ruined that experience for her.

In the return, I share with her about my time in New York, all about the shithole Isabelle is right now. Lizzie and I both agree that Scarlett is an idiot and made a big mistake with how she handled the whole thing.

But when most of the food is gone, I grab Lizzie hand that's lying on the table. I say her name to gain her attention. A smile instantly sneaks onto my face at how cute she looks.

"Babe, you're staring" I blink twice at her voice, blushing furiously at being caught a looking at her like that.

"Sorry" I shake my head with a chuckle. "I don't I told you tonight or for some time how beautiful you are, Elizabeth" This time it's her turn to blush at the compliment, a shy smile on her face.

"Thank you" She murmurs in a small voice.

I take another moment to observe the woman before I remind myself what I wanted to ask her before her beauty stunned me.

"How about we get married sooner than we planned?"

"Oh?" Her face lightens up at my words, clearly intrigued with my proposition.

"You have around a month before you start press tour next year. What if we use that month to get married?"

"Are you serious?"

"Of course I am" I laugh amusedly at her hesitation.

I know it's a weird time to ask things like this, but who cares? If anything, this week just made me realize more how I want to marry Lizzie. I bring her hand to my mouth and press a kiss on top.

"I'd marry you tomorrow if we wouldn't want a real wedding" I tell her honestly.

It's true. I never thought about getting married, not to mention having a big ceremony. But that woman changed me in so many ways. I want so bad to celebrate our love in front of our friends and family.

"I'd marry you tomorrow too, baby"

"And I love you too, my love"

Welcome back! Sorry for a short chapter, but I wanted to end this silly argument. We have bigger things to worry about 👀

Published: August 18, 2023