What A Catch, Pete. // l.l

Part 7

Hello loves! I'm so sorry for the wait, but you guys got me to 1k reads! :-) Thank you so so much, I never thought this story would make it that far. It was just a stupid idea out of boredom. This'll be a bit of a short filler chapter, with promise of possible smut ((maybe maybe hint hint)) in the next chapter. Bare with me aha. :-) So without further a due, here's chapter seven!

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I woke up to the blinding sun over my closed eyes, warming my skin, along with Pete's bare chest pressed against-

Wait a second.

I don't remember him crawling in last night.

And why was I here?

Quickly that was discovered when I propped myself up onto my left elbow, regretting doing so after a painful tug followed by a burning sensation spread across my whole upper body, causing me to lift my shirt, reviewing all of the stitched and un-stitched lacerations and bruises littering anywhere from my abdomen up. "Fuck.." I mumbled, wincing at the sudden flash of pain. Now I definitely remembered what happened.

"Well good morning to you too, Pattyman." Pete's husky morning voice echoed through the bedroom, my ears growing warm just hearing it, spinning my head around to meet the eyes and tan skin littered in tattoos that could only belong to Pete.

"Morning, Peter." I replied, mockery clear in my tone as I imitated him, pulling myself out of the bed with a strained grunt, my body feeling like it had just gotten hit by a locomotive.

"Shut it, Stump." Pete retorted, rolling out of the bed and onto the floor before picking himself up and walking out of his bedroom, the sweatpants he was wearing hanging loosely off of his waist. Not too bad on the eyes, I must admit. I could probably look at his-

Quickly I shook my head around, almost as if I was clearing those thoughts out of my mind, my own hand smacking myself in a scolding way across my forehead. "Watch it, Stump. You don't accidentally want to tell Pete he has a nice bottom or anything." I murmured to myself, running a hand through my hair in attempt to tame it, before following the path Pete had traveled only moments ago into the kitchen.

"I'm making breakfast, 'Trick. I hope you enjoy microwaved pizza left-overs." Pete stated, a stupid grin slapped on his face, his bright teeth almost too big for his mouth. It was cute.

"Huh, a first class meal. Good choice." This of course, wasn't the whole truth. I was never one for reheated pizza, but Pete didn't look like a cook, so I'd take what I could get.

"You're gonna need it, we have a lot of packing to do later." Pete added in a rather serious tone, making me internally groan. I didn't want to go back to my fathers place, but I didn't really have another choice. Once I get the whole "yelling while I pack my suitcase and run away" over with, I know life will get a lot easier. For me and my dad.

Shoving the four pizza slices into the oven, Pete spun around and walked to the stools, us both taking a seat at the same time, me letting out a groan.

"So, how are you feeling after last night?" Pete asked, hastily jumping off the stool when the microwaves annoying beep sounded, indicating that the pizza had finished heating.

"Um, well, I feel like I've been hit by some large automobile, but other than that I can't complain. Uh, thank you for taking care of me by the way.." I replied, my face turning fifty shades of tomato, relieved Pete's back was facing me as he pulled the pizza out.

"Well, that's good, I guess? And it was no problem, Patty. Anytime." Pete stated, spinning around and placing a plate of two slices in front of me, a small smile on his face, causing the skin to crinkle by his eyes.

"Now, eat up, Lunchbox. It's gonna be a long day."

And where he got all of these nicknames from so fast, I wasn't sure, but Pete sure knew how to make me blush.

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Sorry it's so short!! I'll try and fit in an update next week, thank you for not giving up on this ahah :-)

And for my Ed Sheeran story, I'll try and finish this up before I start on that..

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