One Wrong Move (L Lawliet x Reader)

Chapter 16

"What do you mean?" the girl asked ignorantly, moving her arms behind her back and taking a step away from L. She knew her actions wouldn't fool him for long, or even at all, but perhaps it would preoccupy his thoughts for the time being. Recalling the conversation she and the brunette had, she remembered that she would have to be careful when speaking to L; Light told her that if she were to reveal anything that happened between the two of them, both her and L would be dead. (Y/n) knew she would have to be careful if she were to tell the pale-skinned detective the truth — or at least a variation of it.

"(Y/n), darling, I'm a detective, I know when something is wrong," he mumbled, carefully maneuvering the girl's arms in front of her, making sure not to hurt her, "plus you promised you'd be honest with me. Now, tell me who hurt you?" L crouched down to her level and looked her directly in the eyes.

To her, keeping a secret from the raven-haired boy crouched before her was one of the hardest things she's ever had to do, and looking him directly in the eyes was even worse; she wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to keep what transpired between her and Light confidential.

"Please, (Y/n), just tell me," he leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead before bringing the young girl close to him, embracing her in his arms — the hug he provided her was the type of hug that brought the two individuals as close to each other as possible.
L stroked her hair softly, murmuring, "I care about you so much, sweetheart," before burying his face in her neck. For a man who wasn't too familiar with emotions, he was unbelievably good at expressing them, especially in situations like this one.

A single tear rolled down the (H/c)-haired girl's cheek before her emotions got the best of her and the single teardrop evolved into a heavy waterfall. (Y/n) felt ashamed that she was now crying in the detective's arms — something she has never done with anyone else. Perhaps it was because she disliked crying, or maybe it was because she hated feeling vulnerable, but at this moment, she felt weak and she didn't like it one bit.

"It's okay, (Y/n). You're okay. I promise," the detective whispered in her ear, pulling her even closer and holding her tight, "just tell me what happened, okay sweetheart? I promise I just want to know who did this to you."

Between coughs and hiccups, she finally managed to tell him, "Light." The boy who she thought was her friend had been the one to hurt her, both physically and emotionally.

"What did he do, (Y/n)?"

"We were talking and he ended up asking me out, but I told him I didn't want to. When we walked back over to you, he was holding my hand and I tried to slip my hand out from his grasp and he grabbed my wrist instead; he grabbed it tight and wouldn't let go."

"That explains one arm, but what about the other?"

"When we were in the coffee shop, Light grabbed me again, only that time it felt tighter; He dragged me along with him to the limo since he had a grip on me and that's how I ended up with the head injury."

"I see."

"Please don't say anything to him, okay? Please?"

"He hurt you, I have to say something."

"Please L, don't. Please."

(Y/n) felt guilty that she couldn't elaborate any further as to why the detective was unable to confront Light, but she had already said enough and couldn't risk anything else; she figured it was unlikely that he would be able to hear their conversation, but knowing Light, he was likely to find out one way or another.

"I won't talk with Light, okay? I promise," the messy-haired boy extended his pinky finger, waiting for her to do the same; she swung her pinky around his to satisfy the detective's desire for a promise. Looking into his ebony eyes, she could tell he meant it.

No words were spoken between the two of them after the pinky promise was made, but the girl felt an intense amount of relief.

"You know, L, I still need to change," the girl mentioned, gesturing to her empty closet.  It took the detective a moment to process what she was getting at, and was finally hit with the realization she required clothes; he exited the room and came back with one of his signature white long-sleeves, along with a pair of black sweats.

"Will this do?" he asked her.

(Y/n) nodded and happily accepted the clothes, rushing to the bathroom to change. She walked out a few minutes later, throwing her bloodstained clothes in the garbage. "Do I look okay?" she asked the detective who was looking her up and down with a slight smirk developing on his pale face.

"I love the way you look in my clothes," he said in a hushed voice, taking a step closer to her, "you're so adorable." He wrapped his arms around the girl and delicately planted his lips on hers, giving her a long, sweet kiss. He began repeatedly kissing her and she could feel him smiling ever so slightly in between each one.

When he finally pulled away, the girl's face was a pastel pink hue; she enjoyed how she felt when she kissed the young detective and liked knowing he felt the same way.

"Come with me, (Y/n), I have a surprise for you," he pleaded, grabbing her hand and gently leading her outside the hotel room and to a nearby park, which was barren. The girl noticed a blanket set up in the grass, sweets garnishing the majority of the surface. There was a bouquet of roses in the center of the ocean of treats, which were some of the most beautiful flowers (Y/n) has ever laid eyes on.

Did L do this all for me?

"Have a seat," he requested, ushering her toward the blanket and crouching down. She followed suit and took a seat, immediately popping a strawberry into her mouth.

"Isn't it a little late for a picnic?" she asked, turning to face him.

"Oh on the contrary, sweetheart, it's the perfect time for a picnic. Nobody's here to trouble us, and we get to watch the sun go down. If anything, having a picnic early in the day is odd."

The two chatted and ate sweets for an hour before (Y/n) pointed to the sun setting in the distance.

"Look, L. Look how pretty it is," she whispered to him. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it lovingly and excitedly. She had seen sunsets before, but never took the time to appreciate the magnificence of them.

"You're prettier," he responded, leaning over to kiss her forehead, "you know, I had something I wanted to ask you, (Y/n)."

"I'm listening."

He looked away from her and began to play with the sleeve of his shirt, looking nervous. "So I've been doing some research on this stuff happening between us," L elaborated, "I read online that people who enjoy cuddling and kissing another person are usually in what's known as a relationship. You know, two people who care about each other.

"I have such strong feelings for you, (Y/n), and I know I struggle expressing that sometimes but I understand now that I enjoy what we have and I want to continue that for as long as we possibly can. What do you say, love, will you allow me to be your boyfriend?"