never fall for brown eyes // Pedri

chapter 40

Somehow we made it to my room without anyone noticing us or the fact that my limbs stopped working half way and Pedri had to carry me.

Pedri turns on the lights and puts me down on my bed. "What were you thinking?" He turns to me with a hard look on his face.

"No, you do not get to lecture me. You were the one who clearly wasn't thinking, not at least with your head," I argue. I've definitely sobered up enough now but my body just feels really tired. Must be because of the heels I decided to wear tonight.

He looks at me with pain written all over his face and sits down next to me on the bed. For a while we just sit there until I have to run to the bathroom to empty the alcohol from my stomach. He runs after me and holds my hair while I sit on the bathroom floor feeling defeated.

"Why are you still here? Don't you have somewhere to be or someone to make out with?" I whine. My head is pounding and having him here, seeing me like this, is not making me feel any better.

"I'm not going anywhere, don't want you choking on your puke or something. Your brother would probably charge me of murder," He laughs and it makes me want to cry even more.

When I'm finally calmed down he helps me get out of my clothes and change into my pyjamas. I brush my teeth and put my hair up in a messy bun. I'm so ready to go to sleep and never wake up.

Pedri picks me up and carries me to my bed, which I don't really mind right now. I'm just so exhausted. He sets me down and starts pulling the duvet over me.

"Please stay?" I ask him. I have no idea why I say this, it just comes out of my mouth before I have a chance to think.

"In this room or in your life?" He asks with a serious face. I'm stunned, first he ghosts me, then he says he can't stand me and after this he says he can't stop thinking about me. Then he decides to make out with some other girl and now he wants to stay in my life. I can hardly keep up with these serious mood swings.

"I don't know, just stay here for now," I reply and tug him towards the bed with me. He takes off his suit jacket and shirt and starts pulling his trousers.

"Wow cowboy calm down," I say and throw my hands in the air. He just laughs at my reply and takes off his pants anyways.

"Oh chiqui por favor. it's nothing you haven't seen before. Now stop overthinking and let me come to the bed," he grins at me and settles next to me.

Before I have a chance to argue, he pulls my back to him. He nestles his chin on top of my head and wraps his hands around my waist. For a while we just lay there, neither of us speaking. Then he brings his hand to the side of my head and starts stroking my hair.

"Why did you kiss her?" I ask, my voice trembling at the honesty of my question. I don't know why I want to make myself feel worse, maybe it's a way to cope with physically feeling bad.

"I don't know," He replies, hesitating a little. A sole tear escapes my eye and runs down my cheek. He catches it with his thumb. I'm never anyone's first choice, it's always been like that and it seems to always stay like that.

"No llores, chiqui. I just- I kissed her because I tried to get you out of my head. What happened a few days ago didn't help at all. I still think of you every second of every minute and it's unbearable. I thought if I kissed someone else, it might get better. But nothing seems to help. Only you, mi cielito." He whispers and I can hear his voice trembling.

I respond by turning around and wrapping my hands around him. I look him in the eyes and all I see is pure honesty. I don't understand him or our situation at all, but right now it doesn't matter. All that matters is that he stayed and he is here now.

I pull myself closer to him and angle my head up until our lips are almost touching. "No sassy comebacks chiqui? Did I break you?" He whispers to my lips and I swear I feel those words down in my stomach.

I wipe the smug smile away from his face by kissing him. A soft sight escapes my lips as he brings our bodies flush against each other. My lips part slightly, which he takes as an invitation for his tongue to slip inside. Our kisses are charged, but not sloppy. It's nothing like before, our balance is perfect. Neither of us is demanding or giving, it's like a perfectly orchestrated dance.

After a while he rests his forehead on mine. "Me vuelves loco." he whispers and gives my forehead a little kiss. Then we both fall asleep like that. Hands wrapped around each other and faces only inches apart. If I died now, I think I'd go to heaven.