The forgotten numbers II A Henry Creel fanfic

006

We probably sat like that for 20 minutes. Just quietly holding each other. 

     "Why did Brenner say you weren't allowed to talk to me again?" Peter broke the silence. 

I looked at him, trying to figure out how to explain everything. 

     "He still thinks you don't remember, and he wants it to stay that way. So I promised that I wouldn't ever talk to you again." 

     "You.. promised?" He looked at me his eyes hinting at a glimpse of sadness.

     "He was torturing me," I pointed toward my neck. 

     "Oh, I see." I swallowed harshly. 

     "You shouldn't sleep alone tonight, or ever again. I don't want you to have another episode." He looked around. 

I didn't have the gut to tell him that I hadn't had an episode ever since that day in the break room. But deep down I think that I didn't want to sleep alone either. 

     "How do you want to do this?" Peter asked, I looked at him with a puzzled look. What did he mean? Do what? 

     "I mean, do you want to sleep in my room? Or should I sleep here? I will of course sleep on the floor." He scratched the back of his head. 

     "We can sleep in your room, I have always wanted to see what it looks like. But first I need to shower," I smiled. 

     "Okay, you can stay here and shower and pack a bit. Then at, let's say, 10:25, you sneak over to my room,"

I nodded and stood up from his lap. Looking at the clock, I saw that I had 1 hour and 45 minutes to get ready, plenty of time. 

     "I'll see you then," he stood up. 

     "See you soon darling," he smirked and walked out of my room.

My stomach erupted into butterflies. Darling. 

I shook my head. I need to start getting ready. 

**********

I decided to start by cleaning my room, for once Brenner was correct. It was filthy. I found a bag that I would use to pack a few things for Peter's room. 

I packed a fresh uniform and some toiletries. I was just planning to stay there for one night. So I wouldn't need much more. 

As I had turned on the shower I looked at myself in the mirror. I wanted to scream. My normally light blonde hair was a shade of yellow and brown. The bags under my eyes had never been bigger. I was embarrassed that Peter had seen me like this. 

**********

It took me a good hour to fix myself, I had washed my hair like 5 times. The lab provided us with bars of soap, only. So that was all I had to work with. I then changed into a set of sweats and looked at the clock, 10:35. 10 minutes left. Just in time.

**********

I opened my door 10 minutes later, looking into an empty hallway.  I quietly snuck out of my room, making sure to softly shut the door behind me. I turned left, heading towards Peters's door.  I knocked quietly, praying that he'd open quickly. And he did. 

But when he opened the door he had nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips. Reveling his bare chest, covered in small droplets of water. His hair was wet. 

Oh god, he was so... lovely.