You Me, A Place To Be

𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐪 | 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

*credit to Harry Styles for owning these songs, this is pure fiction and I don't own any of the songs that are said that Y/N 'wrote'

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When Peter woke up, he had the worst hangover, - god he needs to stop drinking so excessively. It was his phone ringing from the coffee table in front of him that awoke him. He reaches over and doesn't even check the contact before answering, "Hello?" His voice is raspy from the drinks.

"Ned told me you needed a driver, Happy sent his and it's waiting outside your house right now." May says as soon as she answers. "Peter, this is FaceTime, show me your face, not your ear."

"Right." He moves the phone to his face, "I don't need a driver, May." Peter rubs his eyes trying to ignore his pounding head.

"Ned said that you drank to much in the past three days. What happened?" Peter hears Happy ask from far away.

May sighs, "I told you, Happy, he ran into Y/N."

"Oh." Peter can hear how sad Happy is about that. " Is she- is she okay."

May leans over to her husband, "I think that they did it." She whispers extremely loudly.

"No, we didn't." He then starts to rub his forehead, "I think I'll just go down to Paris tomorrow." Peter shuts his eyes. "I think I just need a day of no work, I'm tired."

"This is why you need to stop drinking, I'm getting worried." Happy mumbles, "What happens if you die from drinking so much?'

He nuzzles his face into the pillow that sits on my couch ignoring how Y/N's scent is on it, "'m not gonna die Happy... even though I feel like it."

"Okay, Peter, get your butt up and get dressed and get into that car that is sitting outside waiting for you." May finally says, "And if I need to fly there to get you up I will. Bring Y/N home, okay?"

"Bye, guys. Love you." Peter hangs up and stands up. He will just shower in Paris at his hotel. His bones feel like they fucking poking out of his skin. Peter lets out a long yawn and hears a honk outside of his house cause him to jump. He grabs his bag that he has no recollection of packing and throws on a sweatshirt and sweats from his dryer. He then walks out to find the driver waiting for him, "Hi." He mumbles, - voice still raspy as fuck, -. The man takes his bag and opens the door for him, "Sorry I'm late."

"It's no problem." The man says. "Paris, correct?"

Peter nods his head, "Yeah." He pulls his phone out of his pocket and sees loads of texts from Ned.

Ned: I was right she is pregnant

Ned: Are you alive?

Ned: You drank so much

Ned: You seriously need to stop drinking so much

Ned: Especially with Y/N, I think you need to move passed her because I am getting really worried.

Ned: Are you with her right now?

Ned: Call me when you're up and Natalie wants to say hi

Peter: SHES PREGNANT?!

Peter: I MEAN I DIDN'T REALLY BELIEVE YOU YESTERDAY

Peter: WAIT WHY WAIT NO WAIT DON'T BECOME TO OCCUPIED