A Night with Lizzie

˗ˋ Tears and burnsˊ˗

Y/ns pov

She hoisted me off the floor. Her hands traveled up to my shoulders to dust them off. The subtle flick of her hands sent shivers down my spine. She pinched the fabric of my shirt to straighten it. She placed her hands on the back of my neck and brought our foreheads together. I must say this angle would look unflattering on even the most beautiful but somehow she can just never look bad. We stayed there for a moment, it was pointless yes. But I wasn't going to pull away. I heard a sniffle and my heart broke. Was she crying? what was wrong? Had I hurt her?

"Lizzie, what's wrong? Are you crying?" I asked pulling away to reveal a pair of heartbroken eyes. My heartfelt tight. She began hiding her face, wiping the tears away with her sleeve leaving a mascara stain on the white fabric.

"I'm so sorry, I'm such a mess. Fuck Y/n I'm sorry." Her voice cracks and she breaks down even more. I pull her into a hug, pressing her head against my chest, holding her as tightly as possible as I fear the second I let go she'll slip right out of my grasp forever. We slide to the floor in unison and I sit there with her on the floor. I don't ask any questions, it wasn't the time. I could ask after, she probably didn't even want to talk about it.

Her sobs carried out, and my heart broke. I didn't know what to do. I'm not the best at this. I just let her cry until she fell asleep. It was seven o'clock and she was knocked out. I carded my fingers through her hair and admired her tear-stained face. The mascara stains ran down her cheeks to connect at the tip of her chin. This moment reminded me of when we first met, she was crying about her now ex-husband. I wonder if this was why she was crying now. It had been a while, no? Surely she had gotten over him, but how am I supposed to know the only real relationship I've ever had was with a guy who's still my best friend.

I decided to slip out of her grasp. I grabbed her head so I could move my legs from out under her. Once I was out I gently lowered her back onto the floor. I ran over to the couch grabbing a blanket and a pillow. I contemplated trying to lift her to the couch, but I think I'll drop her. I'm not exactly a gym girl. Also didn't want to risk waking her up by lifting her. I lifted her head gently placing the pillow underneath, I then put the blanket on her making sure her entire body was covered so she wasn't cold.

I ran into her bathroom. It smelled amazing and was spotless. I was curious about what shampoo she used. I pulled back the shower curtain revealing a little rack filled with different bottles and tools. There were two Pantene bottles, one of conditioner and one of shampoo. I was surprised to find those, I guess celebrities don't need fancy shampoo. Not sure what I was expecting but it wasn't this. There was a bottle of Dove body wash next to a rather old razor. She had one of those weird little face exfoliators and a Loofah. I closed the shower curtain and continued my search. There was a small mirror that opened it turned out to be a cupboard. I have one of these as well. There were lots of different cremes and some medicine. My eye caught the pink top. I grabbed the bottle of micellar water and a few cotton pads.

I walked back into the kitchen to find Lizzie still sound asleep. I crouched down. I wet the cotton pad and gently began to rub off her makeup. I got most of it but I didn't want to be too violent as I didn't want to waker her up. I threw out the cotton pads and placed the makeup remover back in the bathroom.

As I walked back into the kitchen to sit with Lizzie the cookbook caught my eye. What if I finished cooking. Sure, I knew this was a bad idea, mainly because I can't cook. But it can't be that difficult right? Most of it was already done.

turned out it was very difficult, I burned the dough. Thank god I found some more in the fridge so I was able to make a few. Putting the filling in them was a disaster, I burned myself three times but I finally finished. I left the biggest mess possible but it was nothing I could clean up. I set the table, laying down plates, cups, and silverware. I found some paper napkins in one of her drawers so proceeded to spend 15 minutes making paper cranes out of them. I had finished both and placed them gently onto the plates. I wasn't sure what to do now. Should I wake her up? It was getting late. I spent an hour making this food and suffered multiple injuries.