When you came

It's a mutual agreement, Parker

'I am sorry because I don't need you no longer....' 'But baby, I'll never get enough of you.'

(y/n)'s POV-

I slowly opened my eyes. My head hurt a lot, as if I had had a concussion. Everything looked blurred out. I rubbed my eyes for better vision, sitting myself whilst doing so. Suddenly, everything was clear. 

The nightmare I had had this morning; I had skipped lunch; my depression and anxiety getting the better of me; the fervent chills that ran through my whole body; the blade and the blood that dripped down my arm and... Peter. Peter was the last thing I remembered before I had passed out on him. 

Was this his bed? Did he carry me all the way home? Did he get a good hearing from his aunt on this shocking act? I had no clue, but that didn't stop me from finding out.

I flanked the bedsheets off of me, swinging my legs over them and resting them on the soft carpet that tickled the balls of my feet. My head still hurt, more than before, but I ignored the pain as best as I could and made my way towards the partially opened door.

 I peeped my head through the opening, seeing stairs leading down. I stood on the tips of my toes to get a look beyond, but was only met with more stairs and darkness. I decided to go down and talk to Peter about what had happened.

The floor was cold as I descended each step, my naked feet chilling up instantly. Reaching the bottom of the lengthy staircase, I was met with a beautifully decorated hall with a table for six seated on the other side of it. 

A lady, who I presumed was in her mid 30s, was seated on one of the chairs, her back faced towards me. The way her head was bent down and her right arm was moving, I was sure that she was writing.

Her arm paused and I almost thought that she had sensed my presence. But then she began writing again and I let out a breath of relief. 

I scanned around the room. Peter was nowhere to be seen and that made my stomach drop. This must be his aunt. I walked towards her, hoping that she was as nice as Peter talked about her. 

"Hello," I smiled down at her. I had came to a stop beside her and was looking down at her with admiring eyes. Her handwriting was gorgeous, nothing like Peter's messy one. Her hand halted at my greeting and she looked up at me, resting her pen down.

"You are awake! Thank God! Peter and I had been so worried about you, my dear!" She stood up so quickly and engulfed me in her embrace that my mind had difficulties processing the whole scenario. 

She finally let go of me, giving my arms a quick squeeze, before releasing her gentle grip on me. She was studying me, looking for any scars or the likes. I could only smile awkwardly at her.

"You seem pale. Sit down, I'll bring you something to eat," she made me take the seat that had been occupied by her and walked towards the kitchen. 

I only stared at her, too long to have realised that the front door had opened and footsteps had walked in. I suddenly felt a strong presence behind me, making me look up instantly. 

Peter stood there, that dorky smile plastered on his face as he gazed down at me. His brown eyes held relief and... love? I was confused, but tried not to think about it.

"Thank God, you are alright. I was so dead worried about you, (y/n)! Do you know how long you had been passed out?! I thought I had lost you!" Tears were streaming down his cheeks and it took all in me to get up and engulf him in a tight hug.

 His arms automatically wrapped behind me, holding my waist with such force, I was surprised that I wasn't crushed. 

"I'm alright, Pete. It's okay," I whispered soothing words in his ear, placing a loving kiss under it. I heard him inhale sharply and giggled a little to myself.