Elizabeth Olsen is an actress and incredibly talented, knows what she wants, she has the perfect boyfriend, the perfect job and life is just perfect. Isn't it?
Then there's Y/N, who is also an actress. Who is still trying to figure out what it mean...
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Elizabeth POV
"I don't understand what you're saying," I told Y/N as she used her hands to sign. She put her thumb between her teeth her eyes scanning me before she yawned, putting her hands down. "What did you say.. or sign?"
She pursed her lips together, tapping her fingers on the table in front of us, before shaking her head, "It's not important."
I sighed and took a sip of my drink, looking around at everything as a jazz band started to play on the street, a few people had gathered around them to watch and some kept walking.
"Do you like it here?" I asked turning around to face Y/N again and she was on her phone, her eyes widened for a second before she put it face down and I raised my eyebrow, as she looked at me confused.
"I'm sorry what did you say?" I didn't answer, I wasn't concerned with her answer anymore but more concerned about why she looked like she got caught doing something she wasn't supposed to.
I knew we weren't exclusive but she wouldn't be talking to anyone else would she? Then right in of me did anything that happened last night mean nothing to her?
"Who were you texting?" I asked before I could stop myself and she cleared her throat, adjusting the way she was sitting.
"No one important."
"So you felt the need to turn over your phone?"
She took in a deep breath, "why are you so interested in who I'm texting?"
"Why are you lying to me?"
She chuckled but it was humorless, "I'm not lying."
"So who were you texting?"
She scoffed scratching her head, "It's none of your business, now please leave it alone." I rolled my eyes and she cracked her knuckles.
We sat in awkward silence and I started to feel guilty, she was right it was none of my business who she was texting but she couldn't expect me not to ask when she looked so guilty.
She didn't say anything else or even look at me as she called the waiter over for the check, the only time she came close to looking at me was when she waited for me to gather my things, in the car she was the same way.
Except now she looked stressed and she kept checking her phone I put my hand on her knee to try and comfort her but she flinched and moved away and I frowned.
When we got to the recording studio she asked me to wait in her trailer and she finally looked at me I hesitated before going to her trailer, I sat down on the couch and she came in a few minutes later.
"I'm sorry," I said as I watched her walk back and forth and she stopped to look at me, but she looked confused. "You were right it was none of my business and I should've left you alone."
She blinked a few times before gulping and shaking her head and kneeling in front of me, "I'm sorry if I made it seem like I was mad at you, I'm not mad." She sighed and put her head down, "I wasn't talking to anyone else if that's what you were thinking." She said looking up at me, and I looked away not being able to look as she pleaded with me through her eyes to believe her. "Look! I'll show you." She quickly started reaching for her phone.
"Y/N," I called to her but she didn't look up but kept fumbling with her phone and I took it from her.
"believe me!" She pleaded again, my eyes widened what the fuck?
"Y/N what is going on? What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry." She said as backed away and I looked at her worried, "I'm sorry." She spoke again, her voice soft and I reached out to her but she dodged me and shook her head. "Please don't touch me."
I retracted my hands nodding, "Okay, I won't touch you. But can you tell me what's going on so I can help you?"
She shook her head and I sighed and we sat in silence for about seven minutes before she spoke, "he did it again."
I okayed at her confused, "Who's he? What did he do?" She asked for her phone and I gave it to her and she did something then gave it to me, I watched her as I did but she wasn't looking at me but at the wall, her eyebrows furrowed, and I read what it was, it was messages with her sister and Kay had said 'the police are here again, I think he's going to jail this time.' "Who-"
"My father. He's... he's um he's abusive, mentally and physically, and she stays with him through all of that, the night we were there.. he had done the same thing and he did it again and she'll forgive him again!"
I started to tear up watching as she teared up and I started to kick myself for making such a big deal out of this, this isn't something she should have to tell me because I thought she was talking to some other woman, but something she tells me because she trusts me enough.
"I'm sorry that he was- is like that no one should have to go through that." She shrugged wiping her eyes, "And I'm sorry I made you tell me this is something you should tell me on your own."
"I told you willingly." She said and sighed, her chest rising and falling, "it's embarrassing and stupid-"
"No. Don't say that. It's not stupid and it's not embarrassing not at all." I told her firmly, not wanting this to be something she was embarrassed about. "It's not embarrassing if anything it makes you strong."
"I don't feel strong. I feel like shit, I've tried to convince her so many times to just let him go and she doesn't."
"So that's on her. Alright? Not you, but you've been strong and you tried to help her but maybe she had to figure it out on her own."
"When is she gonna figure it out? When he's beat her to the brink of death?" She asked and I knew it wasn't a question she wanted me to answer, "Or when he hits Kay or Dre? I'd kill him myself if he ever did that."
She looked away from me and stared ahead of her, and I bit my lip as I watched her, I wanted nothing more than to hold her and tell her it would all be okay, but I couldn't, I couldn't tell her it would be okay because I didn't know if it would be.
I gently patted my thighs, hating how thick the air had gotten, and I wanted it to be like last night, but I guess this was another step forward in our relationship since she opened up even if it wasn't completely willingly no matter what she said.
If I hadn't made such a big deal about the text she probably would've kept this to herself thinking that, there was a part of me that was glad. I wouldn't want her to keep everything bottled up I wanted her to talk to me.
If I wanted that I would need a completely different approach because "accusing" her of doing something wasn't the way to go.
"I'm falling in love with you." She said so low I almost didn't hear it, a part of me thought she didn't want me to but I turned to her, my mouth open just a bit. She looked at me, her eyes shining with emotion so many at once, "I've never felt this way before, it's kinda foreign to me. I'm learning to love. I just need you to be patient with me, please."
