Peter Hale-Imagines (Request open)

The first and the last love part 1

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I can't do this anymore." Isaac told me.

"Why? I mean....we are happy." I said almost crying.

"Don't lie to yourself Y/N. Of course ...it was great at first but after all this things going on, kanimas, alpha pack and now Allison's death, we are far from happy." He said

"So you don't love me anymore." I let the tears fall.

" You are my friend. I love you. I just don't love you how a boyfriend should love his girlfriend. You deserve more." He said and placed a hand on my shoulder. I pulled back. I couldn't look at him. I couldn't look at the boy who made me feel loved for almost 2 years.

"Ok. If you want to break up, let's break up. It doesn't matter. Go to France and find someone else, I don't care." I said and left .

I couldn't go home. I didn't want to be alone right now so I went to Derek. He was on of my closest friend. He always knew what to do to cheer me up.
I knock on the door but when nobody opened I decided to just get in.

"Derek!" I shouted.

"Off. I hoped that if I wouldn't open the door you will just go away." I looked around and saw Peter standing on the couch reading a book.

"Can I help you, princess?" He said, still looking at the page.

"Please Peter, I can't handle your sarcasm today. I came for Derek" I said.

"What happened?" He finally looked at me, placing the book on the coffee table.

I had to tell him. I could feel my heart breaking if I don't share this pain wih someone.I plopped down near him and said the words that haunted me from this morning.

"Isaac broke up with me." I whispered.

"No offence, sweetheart, but it was just a matter of time."

I couldn't stop myself and slapped him. As soon as I realised what I have done I covered my mouth with my hand. But I couldn't pretend that deep down I didn't enjoyed it.

"Ok...maybe I deserve that. But seriously now. Haven't you seen how he looked at Allison? He was in love with her." He said.

I saw. Isaac tought that I didn't notice his glances at her but I always did and it always send knives through my heart. The truth is, I knew that the end is coming quickly but I thought that I can make he things work.

" I know. " I mumbled.

"Come on. Don't be sad. You didn't lose anything. He lost you. Now you can find your prince charming who will make you happy for the rest of your life." He wiped one of my tears with his thumb.

" He was my first love. " I said

"But not your last. You are a beautiful girl. You will find another boy." He said

"I know. It's just... I always had this idea that my first love will be the only one. When my future daughter will ask me who was my first love I want to point to the man standing in the kitchen. I don't want to go looking through an old photo album." I said.

"I understand. Let me tell you something. Don't you want to tell your little girl 'Yes..this one in the picture is my first love. But there, in the kitchen reading the newspaper, stands my true love. The man who thought me to love again. The man who shown me that love shouldn't hurt. The one that helped me mend my heart after the first one was an idiot who didn't appreciate me. Your dad.' " he told me.

" Just imagine this, Y/N. Your daughter's first love may be a boy who disrespects her, who cheats on her, who insults her. What if she feels forced to stay with him just because she knows you did the same." He said.

"You are right. I never thought about that." I admitted.

"I'm always right. Now , head up , princess. And don't cry for him. You have such beautiful eyes. It's a shame to fill them with tears." He said and gave me a tissue.

"Thank you, Peter. I never thought you could give such good advice." I laughed.

"Look. I know I seem indiferent and cold but I really care for you. You are one of the few persons that matters to me." He said.

I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine. We stood like that for a few seconds then he moved his gaze to my lips. He cupped my face and he pressed his lips against mine. I didn't expect him to be like this. I always thought that Peter would be rough and dominant but this kiss was sweet and gentle. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tried to deepen the kiss but then he pulled back. I looked confused at him but then he got up.

"Sorry, I don't know why I did this." he mumbled looking everywhere but at me.

"Peter, don't..." I tried to say but he intrerupted me.

"If you are looking for someone who will love you , you should ask Derek. I know he has a little crush on you." He ran his hand through his short hair.

I just looked at him. When his eyes met mine, his gaze softened but that didn't make him stay.

"I have to go." he said grabbing his jacket. He left me alone in the loft with tears in my eyes and his taste on my lips.