Y/n's POV
"Wake up! Y/n." My head was spinning, I was laying on a hospital bed and Peter sat in a chair beside me.
"What happened?"
"You fainted three days ago. Food poisoning."
"What happened to you?"
"I got out this morning but I didn't go back home. Doctors said you will wake up later this week. You were sleeping peacefully until I heard you screaming and you knocked a couple of things down in the process."
I sat up and hugged him as tightly as I could. "I saw... the most disturbing dream I've ever seen in my entire life. I kept on living the same dream all over again but it got worse every time."
"I want you to stay as close to me as you can. Don't let me go."
"Are you okay?" "No. Not really." I pulled back and kissed his cheek. He cupped my face with both his hands as I said "I wanna go home. Get me out of here."
~30 minutes later~
We were about to leave until he noticed the press. "Elaborate." He stopped me from walking any further and gave me a stern look.
"Remember Harley? From out high school?"
"I do. Why?"
"Well she contacted me a few days ago. We hung out until she asked me about my relationship with you. I got all sad and told her to 'knock it off'. But she kinda convinced me to go on her show and tell the whole planet about our relationship. So they kinda knew we'd both be here." I bit my lip and talked as fast as I could.
(I had a whole ass chapter dedicated to this but it was more of a summery so I decided not to post it)
"You WHAT?! Y/N! You had to wait for me. What if I didn't want to be with you anymore? Huh? What would you do then?"
"Well you did want me back, we kinda established that like... a week ago."
"Let's just go home already." I mumbled. I grabbed him by his hand and started walking at the door.
His fear was raging. His palm was sweaty as all hell. His breathing was fast.
As soon as he stepped his foot on the ground, reporters; paparazzi; press, just everyone over all started yelling, taking pictures and filming us walking hand in hand.
06:28 pm
After two long boring hours of driving we were back home. The sun was setting and even though it was Juli it was cold outside. Peter seemed so happy. My love for him hadn't changed a bit but I felt strange acting like nothing happened after all.
We walked inside the hallway. The house was clean somehow.
Peter and I used to be the couple that solved any problem with sex but that changed over the years. We had less sex and talked our problems through. Well at least he did. I always preferred sex over talking.
Nothing had changed.
"Come here." He put his hands on my waist and said "I know that this is extremely weird for you especially after what happened between us and I'm just saying that... if you want some more time apart then-"
