Hard Luck Woman: A Y/N x Peter Criss Story

When Your Walls Fall Down

There was a knock on my door and I let out a sigh, looking at the clock. 11 going on midnight, there was only one person who would be knocking on my door at this hour. And despite how angry at him I was, I still found myself walking to the door to see him. Taking a deep breath, I jerked the door open, giving him a scowl.

"What the hell do you want?" I snapped.

"Please, please just come with me, give me a chance to show you something, to make it up to you!" he begged. 

I let out a deep sigh.

"Fine," I muttered. 

"Yes!" he said, taking my hand and dragging me out the door. 

"Peter! I'm still in my pajamas!" I cried as he pulled me down the street to an idling taxi.

"It doesn't matter!" he said with a smile, practically shoving me into the backseat before tumbling in with me. 

"Where the hell are you taking me?" I asked, trying to be cross but feeling my heart melt at his eagerness.

"To the airport!" he said to both me and the driver, and I gave him a baffled look.

"The airport?!" I asked, and he nodded. 

"Yes! Please, please just trust me," he said, practically begging me. 

"Fine," I said with a tired sigh. 

There was a pause before his arm went around my waist. I slapped his arm, giving him a scowl. 

"Don't push your luck," I snapped. 

"Sorry," he murmured, retracting his arm, folding his hands awkwardly on his lap. 

"You're covered in sweat, you have a show tonight?" I asked after a pause. 

He nodded, fidgeting with his hands. 

"Yeah. I wish you had been there. It's always easier to play when I'm playing for you," he said, and I felt my heart melt even more before mentally reminding myself I hated him, desperate to wall my heart back off. 

We sat in silence for a bit before I leaned over, wiping a bit of white greasepaint off his cheek.

"Missed a spot," I murmured, and he gave me a smile. 

"Thanks." 

We fell back into silence before the taxi driver pulled up at the airport and Peter paid him probably more than he owed, taking my hand and dragging me out of the cab. 

"Where the hell are we going? I'm not even dressed, I don't have a ticket to anywhere!" I said.

"You don't need one!" he said, leading me along the tarmac. 

"Then what on earth have you got planned?!" I cried in confusion. 

He smiled, giving my hand a squeeze and drawing to a halt in front of the steps up to a plane. 

"I haven't been truthful with you, I haven't been honest or given you a chance to know everything about me, so I want to take you home," he said. 

"What?" I asked in disbelief. 

"Come on, just come on the jet! It's private, it's really nice I promise, it's only like an hour long flight to where I live," he said. 

I looked at his eager smile that was making his eyes shine, wordlessly begging me to say yes, to give him a second chance. The walls around my heart finally broke down and I let out a sigh.

"Alright. I'll go with you," I said, and he smiled.

"Perfect! I promise you won't be disappointed," he said, leading me up the steps. 

I felt my jaw drop in spite of myself. It was a really nice jet, with extremely comfy seats.

"Usually we'd have like a stewardess and drinks and stuff but I did kind of steal it in a way so not as many amenities tonight unfortunately," he said, sitting across from me with a grin. 

"You did what?!" I cried.

"I paid our pilot to fly me out here and then take us to my place," he said with a shrug. 

"Isn't that...illegal?" I asked in disbelief.

"Nah, but Gene's gonna have my head for this one," he said, grinning. 

I felt my heart melt even more. He had done all of this for me, just to try and apologize. 

"Thank you," I said after a pause, but he shook his head. 

"Don't thank me. I'm still trying to just apologize, I haven't managed to work my way back up to doing you a favor territory," he said with a soft smile.

"Well lucky for you you're on your way," I said, unable to stay mad at him forever. 

But I wasn't about to completely trust him either. I was going to keep an eye on him for sure.