You Me, A Place To Be

𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐳𝐞 | 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞

It's Thursday and Peter, as usual, wakes up to the sound of his alarm ringing. He is pissed, though, that he is cold to his bones, and it's just then that he realises there isn't a single sheet on his bed - except for the one he's sleeping on. When he turns he sees his sheets in a pile on the floor And the heater isn't even the temperature he likes it to be.

Oh and he also forgot to shut his curtains because apparently he started drinking while he was high. He barley even remembers drinking... maybe he was higher than he thought he was - and also drunker than what it would be considered appropriate to get during the week -, so he also wakes up to the sun shining into his room.

He doesn't realise how much he's drank on the night until he stands up because, Jesus Christ, it's been a while since Peter's had a headache like this one. He needs a shower and a coffee - a massage would be nice too, but whatever.

Summing up, Peter fucking hates waking up hungover. Combine that to the fact that there's no specific person by his side and boom - the perfect match for Peter's annoyance.

Peter doesn't check his phone before he starts getting ready - he only wakes up by the third alarm, which means he isn't exactly on time - and he hops into the shower, Peter wants to skip work today and just sleep until he doesn't feel like he's nearing his death.

As Peter walks around the bathroom getting his morning routine done, he keeps his eyes nearly closed most of the time - has been living in this house for far too long not to know just where everything is supposed to be. And it's just when he's in front of his closet that he opens his eyes properly.

And God, it's truly incredible how Peter went from trying to protect himself from getting hurt again to looking at a sticky note and feeling like he's brand new all over again.

Well, that is a bit of an exaggeration.

Peter still has a headache and still feels cold as fuck and also still hates the sunlight that's still coming into his room through the cracks between the curtains. But he does feel like that's all a bit less relevant because he sees the note and remembers the video call and Y/N was wearing his shirt to bed and Peter can definitely go through this day.

Peter goes for an all black look because he still feels like his headache might kill him any time now and his clothes definitely give away his mood. Except, today, he chooses a sweater instead of the button up and, even though he knows he doesn't look like a boss should - in his perception -, he feels warm and comfortable, which is much, much better.

Peter doesn't have time to check his messages, but he needs to - or he wants to, whatever -, so he still does. He scrolls through his screen as he makes his way to the car, and there aren't many texts, honestly, but Peter still smiles at every single one of them.

Y/N: I hope you got to your room safely, you looked pretty drunk and high on the call

Y/N: I'm so sleepy

Y/N: But Éliot going today which is good because he can work up front and I can stay in the back doing lessons

Y/N:Okay I gotta get ready, talk to you later xxxxxx

Peter's already in his car, starting it, when he begins typing.

Peter: Remember how I said I was strong for drinks, yeah screw that. I'm literally dying.