Chapter 19

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Y/n's POV:

The next day I get up with homesickness. Before all of this, I wanted to move as far away from my family as possible for college, but now, I don't know how I would survive living this far away all the time. I called my mom and she decided to talk to Tony and see if I could come over for the first half of winter break, which is in a few weeks. Tony is holding a grudge against me because of being an hour or two late to dinner last night, but to be honest, I couldn't care less. Because god damn Peter, you don't know what you're doing to me.

I text Peter and he answers almost immediately.
Y/n: Hey I was hoping you would be free for lunch today? I need a distraction
Peter: of course I can be your distraction <3

I want to squeal at how easily he sent a heart to me, but I have to relax and keep our relationship under wraps. I get dressed but then hesitate. Is this a date? I woke up late so I don't have enough time to shower and actually make a serious effort. I mean, Im trying to deny the fact we might be in a relationship, because if I except it, then I might get hurt again. I try to shake the thoughts out of my head and continue to get ready. Looking at the big picture, this is just two people eating food together. That's it.....

Hey besties this is Y/n's outfit idk I love her style so imma show her ootd <3

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Hey besties this is Y/n's outfit idk I love her style so imma show her ootd <3

I get a snack and watch the news with Steve for a little bit. I wash my hands and then wash them again. Why am I so nervous?  I try to relax and listen to some music while I fix my hair again and again. I go to one of the highest floors where the grand piano Tony bought me is located. I almost run to the piano because I know it will make me relax. I sit and begin to play, and everything's fine until I remember a memory I thought I had forgotten.

My dad had just bought me a little keyboard for my ninth birthday. I had wanted to learn because I saw a beautiful woman playing the piano on TV, and I had to be her. So, he bought me it and I began to take classes. It was so hard at first so I was angry and frustrated with it. I had thrown my music book across the room and planted my head on the keys, making a ringing sound from the piano.
"What are you doing kiddo?" My dad asked and sat down next to me.
"I quit at piano. It's too hard for me." He laughed at me and grabbed my book off of the floor. He talked me out of quitting piano and he ended the conversation with this.
"I'll always be here for you if you truly decide to give up. I will support you in anything you do."

But now he isn't here. The stupid keys get stuck to my fingers and I sigh.
"Shit." When I finally get them unstuck, I hear the elevator door open. I turn around too fast and trip on the piano bench. I fully expect to hit the ground but I don't. Peter is right above me, and I realize he has stopped me from falling to the ground. He lifts me back up and he looks worriedly at me.
"Are you okay?" I still feel distracted by the memory but I nod.
"Y-yeah I'm good." I look at his face. His nose and cheeks are pink and he has snowflakes in his hair. He still has his arms around my waist, holding me close to his cold body. I cant help but smile at how adorable he looks.

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