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Part 5 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

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Liz POV

Y/N pulled out of our hug first, wiping tears from her face. "How about we get some food in ya? You must be hungry?" I hate seeing other people cry, especially for me. I go to say no, but the monster inside of me answers. I smiled, embarrassed, and answer, "Yes, I think I am."

Y/N and I get up simultaneously, causing Y/N to turn to me. "What are you doing?" I look at her, a little stunned. "I was gonna help with lunch?" Y/N puts her hands on my shoulders and gently pushes me back onto the couch. "I don't think so, Chase. You've had a rough morning, and you want us to have today together, so first, let me make you lunch, and then let's plan the day. All you have to do is sit down on your pretty little butt and let me take care of you. It hurts me to see you so upset. So please let me." Hearing Y/N speak with such care about me makes me want to cry all over again. But instead, I obey her and sit on 'my pretty little butt.'

"May I ask what you're making?"I ask as I watch Y/N walk into my kitchen. "Sure, you may ask, but I'm not going to tell you!" She laughs to herself, and I find myself smiling while watching her.

Y/N looking like a lost puppy in my kitchen is beyond cute. I'm so appreciative of Y/N for taking action in wanting to turn my day around. It warms my heart to know that I have someone like her, at least for a moment. But at the same time, I want to help her. I can tell she's struggling to find certain things and mumbling to herself about what to cook.

"It's rude to stare," Y/N says with her back still facing me. How did she know? "Sorry, I have such a good-looking chef in my kitchen." Nice cover. Well, also not a lie. Y/N turns her head slightly towards me. "Is that all?" She gives a cheeky smile. "And maybeeeeee I want to help? You just seem lost."

"Don't even think about it, Liz!" Y/N states firmly. I get up and start inching my way closer to her. "Well, what are you going to do about it?" I raise an eyebrow. Y/N turns herself away from the stovetop and puts her eyes on my body. Oh, wait. Now she's coming towards me! "You really wanna know?"

I feel a hitch in my breath as we both step closer. "Yes." She places her hands on the sides of my waist, pulling me closer. Fuck why do her hands feel so good? "If you let me take care of you today." She replies in a husky whisper. Her hands travel up my body to my face.

"Then." Her lips land on my throat.

"You'll get." Now she's leaving a trail of kisses down my neck.

"More." She pulls my body closer as she squats down in front of me. Working her way down my stomach. I close my eyes and throw my head back. How does this feel so good?! Her hands have now reached the top of my shorts. She is ever so gently pulling them down.

"Of this." She stops herself, getting up and leaving me wanting more. Before I even open my eyes, I hear her already back in the kitchen.

"What the fuck was that?" I didn't mean to snap, but she knows what she is doing! Y/N turns to face me. Innocence is written all over her. "What are you talking about, Liz?" I chuckle at her expression; she is so naughty and cute. Fuck Y/N will be the death of me.

I huff and walk back into the living room, plopping myself further into the couch. "Fine! I won't help you even though you could have had such a beautiful sou chef!" I shout. "There will be another time. Thank you for being a good girl." Y/N shoots back, causing my mouth to drop, but I can't let her see. She's having too much fun. "Lunch shouldn't be too much longer." I nod before realizing she can't see that. "Okay!"

Alright, I can't just stare at Y/N all day. A part of me knows; I for sure could! But I shouldn't. I need to divert my attention elsewhere. I want to find my phone before remembering that it might be the last thing I want to look at right now. I could try and find something on the TV, but I don't know... Oh, I know!

Y/N POV

"Okay, you didn't have much to work with, but I hope you enjoy-" I turn around and notice Liz isn't around. "Liz?" I head out of the kitchen. Nope, she's not in the living room. I peer my head into the main bedroom. Not there. I walk myself back into the living room. "Babe?"

I scan the room, hearing a faint buzzing noise. Noises like this drive me crazy, so the quicker I find it, the easier I can move on with my life. The buzzing noise happens two more times before I find it. It's Liz's phone. It's resting on a shelf on her TV stand. Is it still a TV stand if the TV is hanging on the wall?

I go to grab it before stopping myself. I should leave it for her to find. It's not my phone. The phone buzzes again. Or I could just bring it to her? It buzzes again. What if it's her work or her sister calling to apologize? Buzz. I grab the phone and flip it over.

"Holy shit." Slips out of my mouth. Liz's phone must have a million notifications, from missed calls to texts to emails and more. Liz has that security measure on her phone where you can't see the messages, but you can see who is trying to reach you. The number one person that keeps popping up is Robbie.

Robbie, why does that name sound familiar? I shut my eyes, trying to think. Is this her brother, friend, or co-worker?

"Dang it. It's work. I have to take this." Liz excuses herself to the front of the shop and answers her phone.

I make my way in front of Liz, who puts her hand up, mocking the other person on the phone, causing her and I to crack up.

Liz shushes me before answering the other person on the phone. "No, I'm not laughing at you, Robbie. Something funny just happened in front of me. Look, listen, I got to go. We can finish this talk later. Alright. Alright. See you later." Liz puts her phone in her purse and pulls her attention towards me.

That's right, Robbie is her co-worker! Fuck, this must be important. I leave her phone and continue looking for Liz. The quicker I find her, the quicker she can see her texts. Where the hell is she?

I peek down a hallway with a set of stairs along the wall that I overlooked before. Am I this dumb? "Oh wow, look how big you've gotten!" I hear her muffled voice coming from above me? I walk up the stairs opening the cracked door at the top.

The outside world stops existing. I don't think I've ever seen a more beautiful sight. I'm watching the woman I'm falling for talking to her plants like she is their mother. It's adorable, and damn when I asked Liz if she had a garden, she should've said 'no, I don't have a garden. I have THE garden!' Blueberries, Currants, and Strawberries for summer. She has little potted plants hanging all around. Flower beds line the more extensive plant beds. Fairy lights are strung above. And this is just the stuff I can see!

This is what a white woman's Instagram dream is. Oh yeah, yeah, the city skyline behind Liz is just as gorgeous. Slap it on a postcard and call it a day. I continue watching Liz feeling like the biggest stalker alive, but I don't want to disturb her because this is precisely something she needs right now. Gardening makes her happy.

"It's rude to stare. You, of all people, know that." Liz turns to me with a wide-ass smile on her. Her perfect green orbs she calls eyes never leaving mine. "How'd you know?" Liz walks to me, extending her arm to pull me up. "You slam your feet on the steps. I heard you coming up." Liz giggles thinking about it. "Well, that's not nic-" Liz places her lips on top of mine. "Do you like my garden?" She asks with kid-like glee. I wrap my arm around her waist, turning her around, so we both face her garden. "I love it! It's incredible! I truly can't believe all of this."

I kiss her cheek before running up to the plant she was talking to earlier. "What's her name?" Liz gives me a confused look. "Name?" "Well yeah, you're like their mom, so you have to name them!" Liz crosses her arms. "I don't like giving names to inanimate objects. I mean, they're living things because they're plants- but you know- I just-. Ughh, fine!" Liz stumbling over her own words makes me laugh. She gets so cute when flustered that I can't help but feel for my Liz. I hug her to let her know it's okay. "You don't have to name it." Liz places her head on my shoulder. "I'll think about it, okay?" I smile. "Deal. Ready for lunch?" Liz gasps excitedly! "What did you make?"

Liz POV

"Okay, and open them!" I did as Y/N told me. In front of my eyes on the living room coffee table, I first noticed a big bowl of grapes for us to share. Scanning my eyes over to my plate, I saw a grilled to perfection ham and cheese sandwich cut diagonally with tomatoes and a side of sriracha sauce. Next to that, sitting in a little bowl, was a fruit roll-up? And to drink, Y/N gave me three choices. Water, wine, and tea.

"Well! How did I do?" I looked over to meet Y/N's eyes staring at me, waiting for any emotion to come across my face. "It's perfect!" Y/N gets up and runs around the living room, cheering. "Leeetts gooooo, she likes it!" I laugh at the sight before me, causing Y/N to laugh at herself crashing next to me on the couch. "You done?" "Hmmmmm, I think so." Fuck how is she so cute?

"Y/N?"

"Liz?"

"Why the fruit roll up?" Y/N tilts her head shocked. "Well, excuse me, Miss Chase, I didn't realize this was a no fruit roll-up kind of lunch!" Y/N dramatically exclaimed.

I think my cheeks officially hurt from smiling so much.

"Besides, you're the one that had them in your pantry," Y/N explained, popping a grape into her mouth. Oh yeah. This is my house. Why did I have them? Oh! "You're right. I babysit my friend Scarlett's kid from time to time. She's the cutest little button ever." I smile, thinking about Rose. "Here, I thought they were secretly your favorite late-night treat." Y/N leaned herself into my giggling at her joke. "Okay, enough time has passed without you trying my sandwich. Eat up, Liz!"

I take a bit of the grilled ham and cheese. I can't remember the last time I had something like this. It might have been when I was sick, and my mom made it for me. I honestly can't remember... maybe that's why Y/N made it for me today. To make me feel better. Even without this lunch, she's done a phenomenal job at making me feel like nothing else matters, and I'm grateful.

"Liz?" I snap my attention back to Y/N with a mouth full of food. "Yevsh?" Y/N daps my mouth with a napkin. "Is it that good?" Y/N points to one half of the sandwich; only two small bites remain. I swallow. Damn, I was famished! "You have no idea how good this is! Thank you again! I didn't realize how much I needed this. But you did." I find myself blushing from Y/N being so thoughtful and loving. "Aww, come here." Y/N moves closer, wrapping her arms around me, squeezing me. "Like I said. I feel you." She lets go of me but remains close, giving me a quick peck on my cheek before I resume eating.

"So I was thinking after you finish your lunch we could go to a nice park nearby and take a walk. Maybe lay in the grass and look at clouds or something. And then afterward, we could go grocery shopping since you don't have a lot of food here since you just got back." That kind of day sounds lovely, like something I would want to do, but I don't want to leave my apartment. I know the paparazzi will be waiting outside for me, plus I love spending time with Y/N in the comfort of my home. I'm a homebody. Sue me.

I smile at Y/N as I begin unwrapping the fruit roll-up. "As much as I'd love that. I just want a nice relaxing day with you. I don't want to think about anything or anyone else." Y/N nods, smiling at me. "I understand, Liz. I wasn't sure if you would want to go out today, so I was thinking if we plan on staying inside, we could cuddle, hang out, maybe nap, and watch that old movie you talked about last night. We could do those things could be in any order, by the way."

I can't help but feel my eyes gloss over with nothing but admiration. How is someone this caring for someone they just met? A soulmate, that's who. "Now, what was the movie called? Gong with the Wind, no, it wasn't that it was... Going with the Wind?"

"You stink so much, Y/N," I call her out and playfully shove her. "You know it's called Gone with the Wind," Y/N smirks and starts gathering up the plates and bowls from a successful lunch. "Maybe I've only ever called it old and ancient. And don't even think about getting up, Chase." All I did was shuffle my feet, and she knew exactly what I was planning on doing. I watch as Y/N so kindly washes and dries the dishes. "So, Liz, what do you want to do first?" Y/N squishes herself next to me. Once again, placing her chin on my shoulder.

"Well, since we're staying in, I'd love to get out of these clothes and into something more comfortable, and while I'm doing that, if you wanna pull up the movie on the TV. I own it on everything, so just search for it, and it should pop up. Sound good?" I look down at her beautiful eyes. I can't help but feel myself being pulled toward her. I rest a kiss on her forehead. At that moment, I see a new future. When I pull back, I can't help but notice the pink hue on Y/N face. Did she see it too?

"We gonna spend the rest of the afternoon kissing, or are you gonna get out of these clothes?" I scrunch my nose up at her. "So bossy."

After changing into my shorts from earlier, I grab an old oversized black AC/DC shirt throwing it on. I quickly head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and lotion my body. Gotta be feeling and smelling good.

"3 HOURS AND 42 MINUTES! LIZ, ARE YOU SERIOUS!" Uh oh, she saw the runtime.

"You agreed to it!" I yell back. I hear a groan and mumble. "You're lucky I like you, Liz!" Oh!?

I come out of the bedroom and watch Y/N's whole body shift. "How do I look?" I give Y/N a cute little twirl. "Liz, until the end of time, the answer will always be: Stunning! You look stunning!" I put two fingers in front of my chest. "Really?" Y/N runs up to me. "Elizabeth Chase, I know you are not simping right now!" She starts pulling me towards the couch but not before planting a kiss on my cheek. "Now come on, dork, let's watch your dorky old movie."

"Hey, no, being a bitch!" Y/N, shocked, turns to me wearing a smile so she knows I'm joking. I grab the remote to adjust the volume and begin the movie. "Oh shit." I raise an eyebrow and turn my head to Y/N. "I forgot to let you know you're phone was blowing up like crazy. Some missed calls, texts, emails, and more. Like it was BLOWING up!" I know the exact reason. "You had a lot of messages from Robbie." I pause the movie.

WHAT?! How does she know who Robbie is? I feel the rush of guilt and panic over my body. I can't let my face show it. "Robbie?" Now Y/N raises her eyebrow. "Yeah, Robbie, your co-worker?" That's right! I nod, getting up to check my phone. My legs feel like jelly, and my stomach is quickly making a turn for the worst. "Thanks for letting me know. I'm sure it's nothing. My agents and team seem to overreact to everything, so I'll just take a quick look." Good save, Liz. Even though I shouldn't be lying to Y/N at all.

Y/N POV

I know I shouldn't be, but I can't help but look at Liz's cute butt as she checks her phone. I watch her weight shift from one leg to the other as she begins to text someone back. My eyes scan up her body. How does someone stand straight as a board? "Everything okay?" Liz doesn't answer.

I get up and wrap my arms around Liz, causing her to jump and move away, phone face down. "Wow, hey, you okay? I didn't mean to scare you, Liz. I'm sorry." Liz's green eyes glance at me before darting elsewhere. "Liz?" Liz looks down, remaining silent.

"I'm afraid I may be going to London sooner than expected." Well, shit, that sucks. Is that all? "I'm sorry, there is just so much shit I have to deal with it, and trust me, I would love for you to come, but-" Liz wraps her arms around me, stopping herself. She would want me there with her?

"Hey, Liz, look at me." Liz looks up with her tear-filled green eyes. "You do what you have to do. Okay? Let's make today count. Deal with the shit you can deal with right now. I'm going to go back to the couch and wait for you to watch this boring ass movie." I wink and pull her head to mine. "Thank you." Liz lets out into my chest. I squeeze her and look up, so she doesn't feel the tears coming out of my eyes.

We stand like this for minutes before I feel confident enough to let Liz see me. "Give me five minutes, and then it's us," Liz says, heading up to her garden. "Okay. I'll be here."

I don't know how long we've been watching this damn movie. I feel like I'm watching the same scene over and over again. I'm sorry, I can't seem to focus on the film itself, and my mind keeps thinking about the girl in my arms. I still feel like how I did this morning.

I just want you to know that I'm here for you. These last 24 hours have been a whirlwind, but I don't know what it is. I feel comfortable with you like I've spent years with you. You are giving me feelings of warmth and joy I have not felt in so long. I may be going way over the line, but a part of me thinks that you feel this way too. And now I can't stop myself from talking, but after seeing you bawling your eyes out, I just felt everything. It's just like I fee-" I take a breath. "I feel you."

But it's like these last few hours have just thrown a wrench into everything. I am falling for her, but I just have a feeling that she is holding something back. But even she's admitted she has shit to take care of. So maybe I should just wait and let her come to me. I trust her.

"God, you're so cute." I look down at my Liz and smile.

Liz POV

I don't know if Y/N is thinking about something or if this is just how she watches movies, but she has the most worried look on her face. I'll bet it's how she watches movies.

"God, you're so cute. Y/N looks down at me and smiles; this is how I know I want Y/N around. Every time she looks at me, it's like Christmas morning. It's like your team winning the biggest game of their life. It's like no one else exists.

I pull my attention back to the movie, but honestly, I stopped paying attention over an hour ago. I can't stop thinking about the girl holding me. She's so sweet and gorgeous. She makes me feel special in new ways. I can't stop thinking about what she told me this morning. I trust her. But she shouldn't be trusting me.

"Do you want kids someday?"

Part 6

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