Behind the Melodies || Elizabeth Olsen x G!P Reader

Chapter 15

Lizzie's POV

November 2012

The morning sun peeked through the blinds of my apartment, casting a soft glow across the room. I stretched, hearing the satisfying crack of my back as I pulled myself out of bed. The apartment was quiet, except for the faint sound of Y/N breathing softly beside me. I smiled to myself as I glanced over at her, the way the morning light made her look peaceful and beautiful.

I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could, pulling on one of her hoodies and walking into the kitchen. The faint smell of coffee from earlier filled the air, and I got to work. I decided to cook breakfast for us today—something special to make it a little more fun. As I cracked eggs into the pan, I heard movement from behind me.

"Morning," Y/N's sleepy voice came from the doorway. I turned to find her leaning against the frame, still rubbing her eyes, but a small smile on her face. I felt my heart skip a beat, the warmth of the moment wrapping around me like a cozy blanket.

"Morning, sleepyhead," I said, stirring the eggs in the pan. "You want some coffee?"

Y/N nodded, walking over to the counter to grab a mug. She stood beside me, watching me cook with that endearing look she always gave me. I couldn't help but smile.

"You're really good at this," she said, voice still a little raspy from sleep. "Cooking, I mean. Everything you make is amazing."

I shrugged, trying to hide the fact that her compliment made me feel all kinds of things. "I try. But you know, I think you could teach me a thing or two. I could use some of that restaurant magic you've got."

Y/N's eyes twinkled as she smiled at me. "Maybe one day. But right now, I'm perfectly happy watching you cook. Especially when you look this cute doing it."

I rolled my eyes, playfully shoving her shoulder. "Stop it, or you're not getting any of these eggs," I teased.

"Oh no, not the eggs!" she joked, making a big show of gasping in mock horror. "I guess I'll just have to stand here and enjoy your company then."

We both chuckled, and I felt the moment stretch out into something comfortable and easy. The way we were falling into a rhythm together was natural, almost like it had always been this way.

Once breakfast was ready, I set the table and we sat down, eating and chatting about the week. Y/N told me more about her plans for the band, the new songs they were working on, and how they were starting to get a little more attention. It felt like every day brought something new, something exciting, and I couldn't help but feel proud of her.

It was nice—being here, with her, in my space.

When we finished, I began clearing the table, and that's when I decided to ask the question that had been on my mind all morning.

"So, um," I began, a little hesitant. "Thanksgiving's on Thursday, right?"

Y/N looked up from her mug, clearly a little confused. "Yeah, I think so..."

"Well," I started, my fingers fidgeting with the edge of the plate, "I was thinking, maybe you'd want to come with me? To my family's Thanksgiving dinner?"

I watched Y/N's face carefully, her eyes wide for a moment, unsure. I couldn't blame her. It was a big step.

"Wait," she said slowly, her voice soft with surprise. "You want me to come to your family's Thanksgiving? I—I've never even met them..."

I nodded, my chest tightening a little. I didn't want her to feel pressured, but I really wanted her to come. "I know. But I want you to be there with me. I mean, we've been spending so much time together, and, well, it would mean a lot if you could come, as my girlfriend."