Y/N's POV
You know when people talk about the calm before the storm? The absolute stillness of the world before everything comes crashing down. At the end of time, where there is nothing but darkness, no worry, no hate, no love, no nothing. Everything is empty and nothing matters because nothing fucking exists. As soon as I saw the article about Lizzie and her 'mystery lover', I tried to get it taken down before she saw it. I called around to all the media companies in New York and literally begged for someone to take it down, I offered everything I own but still, as soon as I saw Lizzie's face drop, I knew she had seen it. I saw her world shatter behind her eyes, everything she had grown, her whole fan base of people around the world. Nothing mattered now that her secret was out.
She had been sitting on the floor of her lounge for the past twenty minutes in utter silence, sipping a glass of water I had handed her before sitting down opposite. She was wearing the shirt I had on last night, the morning sunshine bouncing off her newly blonde hair. Her eyes were wide, and her hands were shaky.
"It's going to be okay," I whispered for the millionth time today.
She nodded once more and kept her eyes fixed on the cold wooden floor, taking another small sip from her glass.
"Please say something to me," I added, placing my hands on her knees lightly.
"I-" she started, her eyes welling up, "I wanted to do it o-on my own terms."
"I know," I frowned.
"My own coming out h-has been taken from me," she exhaled.
"I know," I repeated, "it's not fair and it's not right."
She nodded again, picking her eyes up to look at me, "I wasn't ready to show everyone who I am."
I smiled sadly and bit my cheek.
"I ... I don't know what to do," she exhaled, a few singular tears falling down her cheeks.
"Take back control of the situation," I advised.
"How?" she mumbled, wiping her eyes.
"Post something on your Instagram," I suggested.
She thought for a moment and nodded, picking up her phone and scrolling through her camera roll. I bit my cheek and watched as she landed on a photo of Lizzie and me posing in front of my bedroom mirror. My arm was wrapped around her waist from behind as I held the phone in front of us, zooming in so you could see our faces as we kissed each other softly. I remember the moment vividly. We were getting ready to go out for breakfast after spending the night in the sheets, Lizzie was dressed in one of my hoodies and a pair of leggings, telling me the whole time to put my phone away because she didn't look 'photo-ready'. I told her she was being ridiculous because the photos were never going to go anywhere as I was dressed in an all in one lounge outfit, a big puffer coat over my body.
"Can I post this one?" she asked me, putting some hair behind her ear and looking up at me.
I nodded without hesitation and smiled at her as she opened her Instagram and made it into a post, hovering her thumb over the keyboard to think of a caption.
"This is really hard," she whispered.
"Just think of something really ... us," I smiled, squeezing her knees again lightly.
She hummed and nodded, tagging me in the photo and then typing out the most perfect caption: I love you that much ❤️
"Okay..." she nodded, taking a deep breath.
I reached over and grabbed her hand, giving it three gentle squeezes, "ready to break the internet?"
She laughed out her nose and nodded, hitting the post button, and then locking her phone, sliding it across the room and looking up at me with a small smile.
"You did it," I smiled back, "you took control Elizabeth."
She nodded and squeezed my hand back, "I'm not opening social media for the rest of the day."
"Good idea," I agreed, "do you want to make pancakes?"
"Yeah, I do," she nodded, giving me a sad smile, "my manager is gonna have a hissy fit when she sees that post."
"Let's call that a post-pancake worry," I smiled.
"A post-pancake worry," she giggled.
"Come on then," I decided, standing up and pulling her up with me.
Brushing some hair behind her ear, she followed me into the kitchen, her phone still on the floor of the lounge as placed herself on the kitchen side.
"Are you not going to help?" I laughed.
She hummed a no and watched me take out the ingredients before opening her fridge and grabbing the blueberries.
"Coffee?" She asked me.
"Please," I hummed.
Lizzie jumped off the kitchen side and switched on the machine, letting it warm up. As I stood making the batter, she wrapped her arms around my waist from behind and stood on her tiptoes to rest her chin on my shoulder.
"Alexa, play Slut by Taylor Swift," I smiled.
Flamingo pink, Sunrise Boulevard
Clink, clink, being this young is art
Aquamarine, moonlit swimmin' pool
What if all I need is you?
Got love-struck, went straight to my head
Got lovesick all over my bed
Love to think you'll never forget
Handprints in wet cement
Adorned with smoke on my clothes
Lovelorn and nobody knows
Love thorns all over this rose
I'll pay the price, you won't.
"But if I'm all dressed up, they might as well be lookin' at us," Lizzie smiled, "and if they call me a slut, You know it might be worth it for once."
"And if I'm gonna be drunk," I added, "I might as well be drunk in love."
She hummed and placed a kiss on the side of my head before dancing to the coffee machine.
Send the code, he's waitin' there
The sticks and stones they throw froze mid-air
Everyone wants him, that was my crime
The wrong place at the right time
And I break down, then he's pullin' me in...
"In a world of boys," Liz beamed, handing me a mug, "she's a gentleman."
I dropped the whisk and turned around, wrapping my arms around her waist as she wrapped hers around my neck.
"Got love-struck, went straight to my head, got lovesick all over my bed," I sang to her, "love to think you'll never forget. We'll pay the price, I guess."
"But if I'm all dressed up," Liz beamed, leaning her forehead against mine.
"They might as well be looking at us," I whispered, pecking her lips.
"And if they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once," she giggled.
"And if I'm gonna be drunk?"
"Might as well be drunk in love," she mumbled against my lips.
I hummed and pulled her hips flush against mine, kissing her properly. Deeply and lovingly. She smiled against my lips and scratched the back of my head, making me sigh heavy enough to welcome her tongue. As she backed me up against the kitchen side, I completely submissed to her, jumping up on the side and letting her walk between my legs, placing her hands on my thighs and delicately tracing her fingers up the skin.
"Pancakes," I mumbled against her lips as her stomach rumbled.
She hummed and pulled our lips apart, smiling at me as she took her bottom lip between her teeth.
"Post-pancake sex?" She asked.
I laughed out my nose and nodded, "we can do whatever you want post-pancakes."
"Perfect," she giggled, letting me off the side so I could finish making the food.
As I poured the first pancake into the pan, Lizzie's phone started ringing from the floor of the lounge. We both shot each other a look and shook our heads.
"Post-pancake worry," we said at the same time, making us burst into laughter and consequently burn the first pancake.
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