I'm Not Who You Think I Am- Peter Parker x Y/N(fem!reader)

17. I Love You

Peter POV

I hang up and start running to the kitchen to help Aunt May with the fire. As I run, I realize, I told Y/N I love her. I'm still in shock by the time I get to the kitchen, luckily May already has it under control.

I stop abruptly and stare at the wall in pure shock.

May notices me and puts the fire extinguisher down on the counter.
She walks over to me and waves her hand in front of my face. "Peter? What's wrong?"

"I told her I love her." I mutter, still looking at the wall.

May smiles warmly and says "Well do you?"

I finally snap out of my trance and turn to her "I do, I really do."

She just smiles, pats my shoulder, and heads back to whatever she was doing, so I head back to my room. I lay on my bed, looking at the grain on the wooden boards under the bunk above me.

I love her.

I'm in love.

Does she love me?

How did she react?

These questions and hundreds more go through my head as I drift off to sleep.

Y/N POV

"He said he loves me." I whisper, still looking at the phone.

"Um yeah. Wait, you two haven't used the L word yet?"

I shake my head.

"How come? I mean you guys are inseparable. You've been dating for how long? Almost a month now? Feels like you two were together since we were 14 honestly, because even then you two were together almost all the time."

"Yeah well, I guess we just, didn't want to rush it." I say.

"You didn't want to rush it? Come on Y/N it can't be that. You guys kissed even before your first date. You started staying the night at each other's houses after only about a week. And you two make out like three times a day if not more. Ned and I are constantly telling you to get a room." MJ crosses her arms with a smirk.

I blush. She's right, Peter and I are always together. He's always been there for me and I'll always be there for him. I love him. But why didn't I know already?

"Maybe it's beacause I don't really know what love feels like. I mean, I love my parents but, after the Red Room it took me at least a year to actually trust them, let alone love them." I look down at the floor.

"But do you love Peter?" MJ asks, rubbing my arm.

I nod, smiling.

"But what if he doesn't love me? What if he said that on impulse when he hung up the phone?"

"Nah, he loves you N/N."

"How do you know?"

"Because he always looks at you like you're his whole world. Ned says that whenever they hang out Peter can't stop talking about you. And Peter taps his fingers on the counter when he's not with you. It makes him anxious, not knowing if you're ok. He's a lot more relaxed when he's with you though, he laughs a lot more too."

I give her a curious look. How does she know al this stuff?

"I'm not obsessed, I'm just very observant." She states nonchalantly.

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Eventually MJ and I go to bed, we both decided to sleep in sleeping bags on the floor. Surprisingly it was more comfortable than a bed. It felt empty though, like something's missing. It was Peter.