One Love

Chapter 15

Peters POV

            I haven’t talked to Hayden since we found Brooke yesterday. It was 7:30pm and I could hear her family through my closed window. Lying on my bed, it was cold without her. The one time she was here, I never wanted her to leave. I’m such a sap. I missed the days she would sit on her balcony and play her guitar, it was beautiful, just like her. Her blond hair and green eyes got to me every time. I groaned and grabbed my phone, my finger hovering over her contact name. If I just called her and told her to come over, she would. Right? The pounding of the door downstairs carried though the house. I got up slowly, my mum and Bill were at some jazz place downtown. I rolled my eyes. The pounding got louder each time. I got to the front door when I realized it was the back. I sprinted towards the back, throwing it open. Hayden stood, my jogging pants on her and a black and white concert t-shirt. Her bambi eyes filled with tears and her cheeks stained with the tears. Her hair was a mess, and frankly, it looked kind of gross, but she was beautiful. And one day she would be mine.

            “Baby,” I said, and she crushed her body into mine, sobbing into my shirt. I pulled us back and closed the door, pulling her closer to me. I was so selfish when it came to being close to her. “Princess, what happened? Talk to me.” She shook her head, hiccupping in my chest, crying harder than I’ve ever seen a girl cry. Normally I ran the other way when a crying girl was in a 50 step radius, but if it was ever Hayden crying I would walk 50 miles to hold her, even for a second. What the hell was happening to me? “Come on sweetheart.” I tried to pull her, but she wouldn’t budge. I grabbed behind her knees, pulling her up. Her small arms wrapped around my neck while her strong legs wrapped around my waist. I held her under her butt, she didn’t even care which slightly disappointed me. Her face was shoved in the groove of my neck and I carried her effortlessly up the stairs. When we got in my room I tried to set her down, but once again, she wouldn’t let go. She was sobbing now. I tried to stay calm without yelling at her to tell me what was going on. I knew it was her fucking parents. It had to be. Unless it was Jacob. Son of a bitch, I’d ring his neck if it was him making her cry this hard. I sat on the edge of my bed so she could stay like how she was now, except she was sitting on my thighs, her legs still wrapped around my body.

            “I can’t believe this happened,” she barely got out before she sobbed again.

            “Baby, what happened?” She let her arms go and sat back so I could see her now. She looked so torn about and I knew what she was about to say.

            “My parents are getting a divorce.” She whispered. I wiped her face, not saying anything. I was so god damn mad at her mom. When she hit Hayden, I wanted to hit her so fucking hard, it took everything in me not to. “Say something.” She whimpered, locking her fingers behind my neck.

            “I’m mad at your parents. I’m so sorry Hay,” she nodded, not what she wanted to hear but there was nothing I could say without her leaving. She leaned her forehead on mine, her eyes closed.

            “Thank you, that was what I wanted to hear, I didn’t want you to say the wrong thing.” She thanked. Wow, okay. I smiled inside. Patting myself mentally on the back. Peter-1, everyone else-0. I couldn’t stop myself now, I tipped forward, my lips just brushing hers. I couldn’t fully kiss her the way I wanted to, not right now. Her lips were soft, and just as she went for more I pulled back.

            “Eager are we?” She smiled slightly, wiping her nose. She was so beautiful. When I first saw her, I thought she was with Jason. That’s why I was so mad. I knew I had a girlfriend, but I couldn’t help but want the blond. I tried to be rude, to keep her away, but I always ended up trying to find her. I’m whipped, whatever.