Falling in love with an enemy (VP Fanfic)

chapter 1

Pete POV.

There, being in the room reminded him of Vegas. Every time he was alone he couldn't help but think of him. Because he was trying to find answers,
Pete didn't go out this weekend.
At least he was lucky to escape Porsche and tankhun's plans of getting wasted through the help of arm .
Ever since Vegas let him go his body has been uncomfortably sore with any kind of contact whether by mistake or just normal brushing of shoulders with everyone.
Maybe I'm paranoid, he thought. I should get it over with it's not like he would kidnap me again! He hasn't even tried to get to me, he mumbled.

As much as he didn't want to admit his mental state wasn't at its best, not even the comfort of knowing Vegas would never harm him again made him feel okay to go out.
That's it, enough sulking..he comforted himself and persisted to take a sip of the beer while the sad music echoed through the room.

'Until then, the day we meet again9
I want to ask if memories of us still remain?
Will you smile for me again?
Until then, the day our destinies redress
I want to ask for one more caress
To remember the way things were'

The song resonated deeply with his feelings just like the empty bottles of beer in Infront of him. Before it crosses his mind, he was looking through his phone.. looking at his photos...photos he took as evidence back when he was stalking the latter.

Everything was suddenly so quiet, his heart felt an ache..and his eyes were watery..he was missing Vegas..why would he miss him? He knew the answer but still, why do you have to torture me even while you are away? Stupid Vegas. You are an asshole. I hate you Vegas. I hate you...he thought out loud and threw his phone away. What was I doing? Why I'm I even looking at his pictures? With tears flowing down Pete's face he rushed to the bathroom to wash his face maybe that would sober him up and also wash away the sadness.

Staring at the mirror with his wet face, and puffy sickly eyes, Pete couldn't help but remember how Vegas would kiss his forehead and that would make him feel alright. How did he wish that damn bastard was here to take the sadness away but where was he?
He subconsciously thought how after listening in on Vegas confessing to Porsche about his feelings where did his courage go? Why can't he just show up? Ever since that night at the club Pete became overwhelmed by intense emotions.

When he came from the bathroom, Porsche was already back, 'you fucking refused to go out to stay here and drown yourself with booze? How is it any different from what I was offering you?' Because of him maintaining face Pete didn't want to be looked down upon or worse make everyone worried over his issues.

'It was just a late thought' he answered with a smile.

Fortunately, Porsche was too drunk to pry more and went straight to bed and so did Pete.

VEGAS POV

It's become a habit for him to hurry up his work every Friday so he could rush to the bar and catch a glimpse of Pete. He always set time for this as it was the only way possible to see and be around him other than frequent reports from Nop who he had assigned to follow Pete around. But on this day he didn't expect everybody but Pete wouldn't show up.
He immediately took out his phone and dialled Nop's number immediately it was answered
'How was he today?'
'He seemed fine, they had errands to collect a debt and came home but didn't leave the house afterwards'

He hang up and took his bike straight to the major family..thoughts ran through his mind, was Pete sick? Was he feeling down? Did he go on another mission? Is he training for a mission? Is he Hungry? While he sped on the empty road.

Upon reaching the house..he packed in a hiding spot where he could see Pete's room. The lights were still on and he could see movements here and there? From the silhouette, he could tell Pete was going back and forth grabbing a drink probably a beer and going back to the seat in intervals...he would be drunk in a short period if he was drinking that fast. Vegas thought!

This was his life any chance he got he would come and watch Pete's silhouette. if he was lucky he'd catch a glimpse of him when he was out on the balcony to smoke. He seemed sad just like the first days when he had taken him, hostage..he had that look on his face and this made Vegas hurt. He kept regretting everything he ever made him go through and he didn't know how to make it up except to make sure Pete was safe.

He tried to get a cigarette but realized the box was empty. Fuck! He cursed. Recently he has been smoking too much due to the stress and he'd become dependent on it to calm his nerves. It was the best company for his lonely nights on this stake out.

After hours on the lookout, he saw Porsche and the rest of the bodyguards back at the house, this made him feel better, his job here was done at least now he wasn't alone

Just as he was about to get on his bike he felt someone was coming towards him... probably one of the bodyguards on the watch