The Who One Shots and Imagines

Hanging Out - Pete

She lay in bed, puffed her cigarette, and lightly smiled. She pretended to read her magazine but was watching him. He sat on the side of the bed and hunched around a guitar, he strummed lightly and hummed. She wiggled her feet under the maroon blanket that she was wrapped in and playfully poked his lower back. She smiled and snapped her magazine open when he turned around. He gave her an annoyed look but then melted into a smile when he saw her holding back laughter. 

"Stop watching me," he went back to the guitar and chuckled, "it's creepy."

She scoffed in protest and lightly kicked him. "I am not! God, you are so full of yourself." She teased him.

He turned around to respond but shook his head, smiled, and went back to the guitar.

"We should go to Paris together." She thumbed her magazine and admired a glamorous model posed outside the Eiffel tower. "It could be romantic and we haven't taken a trip in forever." She took a long drag from her cigarette. 

"We're supposed to go to Paris and do a couple shows there next month. You could fly out there and we could explore the city, I'm sure I'll have time in between gigs." He said with a frustrated face, looking at his pointer finger on the fretboard. 

She frowned and pulled her legs to her chest. "It wouldn't work. You'd be partying with the guys in between shows. I want to have you all to myself."

He set the guitar down, wrapped his arms around her, and scooted her over on the bed. She reached over him and put out the cigarette in an ashtray on the nightstand. She stayed laying across him and sighed. 

He rubbed his hands across her back and tucked her hair behind her ear. She was so beautiful he thought, like an angel sent from heaven. And she was, she took care of him and acted as his muse. Even though they had only been dating for two years, he felt he'd known her for a lifetime. Just being in her presence was a gift, to be able to hear her sweet voice hum pet names in his ear. He didn't feel worthy of such a precious gift. Yet she was all his. 

She adored him and lived for him. She found the greatest joy in watching him do mundane things just because it was him. She learned all his little quirks quickly and loved to make fun of him for it. Like how he has to wear socks when he sleeps because his feet freeze, but he keeps his feet out of the covers. God forbid if the covers were to ever be over his socked feet she would tease him. Men will speak to her and she has no idea they're there, she's too busy watching him. 

"My hands fucked." He circled her back with his pointer finger. "My finger is so weak, I don't know what happened. Hopefully it goes back to normal before the tour."

"What finger is it?" She slumped her head on the bed and smiled slyly.

"Pointer finger."

"Oh, that's an easy fix." 

"How so?" He poked her back.

"Try pointing more often." She erupted with laughter and her whole body shook on top of him.

He shook his head and held in a laugh, "That was so stupid. I actually hate you for that." 

She continued to laugh and he quickly grabbed her waist and tickled her. She squealed and tried to squirm out of his grip. 

"This is what you get for that bloody awful joke." He cackled. 

He let up after a couple of seconds and she pulled herself up to him. She cuddled in next to him and watched his profile as he talked about his day. She loved his shy smile and nervous laugh when he started to gush about her. His blue eyes were heavy and his smile was relaxed. She rested her head on his chest that rose and fell with each breath. His soft isle of man sweater was plush and warm as she listened to his heartbeat. 

"So you're serious about the Paris thing?" He gently played with her hair.

She nodded quietly.

"I promise to spend all my time off with you. I won't put you through going on double dates with the guys. Just us." He kissed the top of her head. 

"Pete?"

"Mhm?" He focused on his fingers in her hair.

"I love you." She smiled sweetly and went to kiss him.

"I love you too." He said in between kisses.

Authors Note

Sorry, it's short! I've had writers block for a while :(

xoxo Alex