Amorcito Corazon // A Pedro Pascal Fanfiction

╰┈➤ Chapter 8

Pedro woke up with a pounding head and cotton mouth. He was unsure why he thought tequila shots were a good idea when he himself wasn't a crazy drinker-- at least not anymore.

He sat up on the bed and sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. He was surprised at the glimpse of an unknown bracelet on his wrist. He looked over to the nightstand where he discovered even more trinkets, along with a bear mug and a rolled up paper. He suddenly got brief memories of the events of the previous night. He smiled fondly at the memories then lightly chuckled in disbelief. He sang karaoke. He hated karaoke! He had always been anti- karaoke, stating he didn't want to sing or hear anyone sing, but in some bizarre way, she was able to bring that spontaneity out of him.

He recalled more events from that night: the stolen bikes, the night market, the near confession he had made, the caricature- the caricature! He quickly reached for the previously unknown piece of paper on his nightstand and unrolled it. There it was, the goddamn caricature. The one in which Pedro looked like a hopelessly in love fool. Pedro smiled at the drawing but couldn't help but have a sense of worry. Did she remember how he had been drawn? No, no, (y/n) is a rational person, she probably just laughed at the way they were portrayed and moved on. But if she didnt, was she repulsed by it? Did she return his feelings? No. She wouldn't. She would be too kind to be repulsed by him, but to good to want him. After getting to know (y/n) Pedro felt that all she needed, all she deserved, was the best, and he was unsure if he could deliver that.

But, ever so selfishly, he wanted her to want him.

He wanted to be the one to quietly get out of bed in the morning as to not wake her, to leave her breakfast and a note telling her he would miss her but would be back home soon.

He wanted to be the first one she went to when she got another big gig, which with her talent, he was sure would be soon.

He wanted to be the one that she laced her arm around when introducing him to her friends and loved ones.

He was almost afraid at how much he was willing to do for her in such a small amount of time. He had never felt this way before. He had been a man who relationships never really worked out for, or for which he never really cared for. But things were different now, and it was,
frankly,
terrifying.

He could never tell her, he couldn't risk losing her, someone who brought him such joy and meaning, losing her would break him, would shatter his soul. And that, he could simply not take.

With that thought, Pedro was brought back to reality. He placed down the caricature with an, almost sad, smile and picked up the bear mug.

"Might as well put you to use, wouldn't want it to be a waste of my.." He looked at the price tag to see how much he had spent on the two mugs, as he had seen that (y/n) found them adorable.

"-25$ for the set? Jesus..I'm never drinking again" He stood up and headed to the kitchen, where he brewed a fresh cup of coffee to warm up his new bear mug, wondering what (y/n) was up to.

(y/n) woke up in a similar situation, feeling lightheaded but happy. It had been a while since she had taken a break from work since the party they had gone to together. Before she was swamped with the café, and now it was the café and game of thrones. She was glad she had Pedro through it all. She was able to let loose with him, whether it was a party or a calming chat at the café, he had a way to take her mind off of things. She laid there as she thought back to the previous night. Her face flushed as a wave of embarrassment hit her. She didn't remember much, but what she did remember was when Pedro had to take her home.

"(y/n) wake up!"

(y/n) jolted up from Pedro's shoulder as she realized she had fallen asleep. How long had she been out for?