Deceitful Words and Broken Promises {Completed}

5.

Pete was so sensitive... again, that's why I loved him... I waited for him to come to his room so we could cuddle. It ended up being a half hour... an hour... I closed my eyes and buried my face into my arm.

I felt the bed weigh down and a gentle hand on my thigh. "Pat?" he spoke gently. I pretended to be asleep, but it wasn't such a good choice. Pete stood for a moment before laying behind me, pulling me close by my waist.

I got free of the blankets around my head and face before cuddling closer to Pete, burying my face into his bare chest. "Why are you always shirtless?" I mumbled.

"Because you like it when I am," Pete giggled, smirk visible in his voice. He pulled the blanket over himself as well, holding me close. He stroked my hair, humming to me. He traced up and down my spine making me shiver. "Does this relax you?" He asked. I nodded in reply. "Remove your shirt and it'll be better,"

I bit my lip at his request. "N-no... j-just go underneath my shirt.." I whimpered.

"Aww babe," Pete rubbed small circles into the small of my back. I blushed darkly but tears threatened my eyes. "Please? I know you're in pain. I'm not stupid."

"I-I didn't say you were.." I swallowed. Pete kissed my forehead.

"Relax," he cooed gently, running his hand up underneath my shirt. I felt myself relax at his massage, my eyelids falling close over my eyes. He hummed to me as he rubbed up and down my spine, rubbing small circles around my shoulders.

I sniffled but I held it all in. If I told him, he'll, like everyone, say it's not true and that I'm beautiful... it's a lie... Pete hummed relaxing and I felt myself dozing. I few tears slipped from my eyes, but I think they passed Pete's attention.

We layed there, cuddled together, me half asleep. I yawned, pulling Pete impossibly closer. He hummed me a lullaby, making me fall into a deep sleep.

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"He sleeps too much," I woke to voices but I didn't open my eyes.

"Why doesn't he have a shirt on?!" I heard frantic whispers.

"Shh!" One hissed. "You'll wake them."

"Sor-ry," I could just see them rolling their eyes. I stirred to show them I was awake, or 'waking', at least.

"Come on, he could wake to the feeling of being watched." The first one spoke. Most likely Andy. I heard fading footsteps, signaling that they left. I opened and rubbed my eyes.

Pete continued to sleep, his hair messy. Did we... we couldn't have, I still had my clothes on and he was only shirtless. I sighed. I wasn't ready for touring today... I got got out of bed and left to the kitchen.

Andy and Joe sat in there, hiding their smirks poorly. "W-what?" I asked, my face growing warm.

"Nooothing," Andy giggled. I sighed and sat. "What do you want for breakfast?"

I bit my lip. "Nothing... I'm not hungry.." I replied.

"You're not? Usually people who sleep a lot eat a lot." Joe spoke, beginning a conversation with Andy. I sighed and stood, going to my room. I grabbed some clothes before going to the bathroom.

I stripped, pulling my clothes off one by one. I began to sob, sliding down the wall. I pushed my hands through my hair, tears running down my face like tiny lakes.

I stood, not bothering to wipe my eyes dry. I turned the water on, waiting for it to get to the right temperature before stepping in. I began to sob more, gripping my hair. 'Once I'm done...' I told myself.

I washed my hair before my body, rinsing out both at the same time. I shut the water off, climbing out grabbing a towel. I wrapped it around my waist, grabbing another and drying my hair.

More tears ran down my face and I began to get dressed once I was dry. I pulled on my black skinny jeans and a red plaid button-up shirt. I blow dried my hair, combing it out after. Once I was done I kneeled down over the toilet, shoving two fingers down my throat, forcing myself to throw up last night's dinner.

I wiped more tears from my eyes, only for new ones to come. I curled up on the floor, sobbing. Letting it all out...