our destiny ➸ evan peters

chapter 3

☾Lily's POV☽

Evan walked ahead of me, opening the front door to his apartment with his hip as he carried my bags. It felt weird to be at his place at this time. I wasn't even sure what time it was, but the sun had long set, and from the window of Evan's apartment I could make out the vast eternity of black sky, sparkling with small, white stars. I glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall of his living room. It was gone midnight. "Shit, it's that late?" I asked quickly as I took my battered converse off my feet. He followed my gaze up to the clock on the wall. "I guess so," he said as he placed my bags on the floor of his living room. "I'm so sorry for calling you out so late," I said guiltily as I slipped my coat off my shoulders and hung it up on the hooks on the back of the door. "It's fine," he chuckled lightly. "Honestly."

My nose was throbbing heavily as I reached up to it. I sucked in a breath of air and winced as my cold fingertips brushed against my boiling hot skin. "Fuck. You know, I didn't even think. We should take you to the hospital. It might be broken," Evan said as he began to draw the black blinds, shutting out the bright lights of the city around us. I shook my head. "It's fine, I don't need to go." He bit his lower lip. "Are you sure? It looks pretty bad." I looked at him for several moments before speaking. "Are you saying I've got a bad, busted up face?" I teased. He shook his head, chuckling. "No, you're cool."

He immediately changed the subject. "Are you hungry? Thirsty?" I pondered for a moment before making my choice. "No, I'm okay. I'm just really tired." I was. It was kind of late, and I really just wanted to curl up and sleep for as long as possible. It seemed like the only rational solution to block out the pain, which was draining both physically and emotionally.

"Sure," he said. "You can sleep in my room, I'll take the couch." Nope. "No way! I cant," I protested to him. "Lily," he said, looking at me directly in the eyes. His eyes were deep and black, as if looking through a window into a deep black void. I squirmed slightly. "Take the room," he said sternly, but there was a glimmer of friendliness which played on his lips. "Fine," I added quickly. "But only for tonight."

He nodded and I carried my bag to his room, setting it on the bed and unzipping it. I searched through all my clothes, looking for my pyjamas. I must've forgotten them. Shit.

I emerged back slowly into the main room of his apartment where he was cleaning up some old plates and glasses. "Evan," I said sweetly, beginning to swing myself around the arch of the doorway. "You forgot to pack my pyjamas." He turned around, wiping his damp hands on his sweatpants as he raised an eyebrow. "I forgot them? What am I, your babysitter?" he joked. I shook my head as I tucked my hair behind my ears. "You were the one who packed for me." He began to protest. "Hey, you should've been packing yourself, but you're far too stubborn." I smirked slightly as I stared him out. "It's cool. I'll go find you something to wear," he said as he walked past me to his room. I followed him inside. He rooted through his drawers before throwing me a big purple and yellow college jumper. I held it up against myself, flashing him a smile. "Thanks." He looked me up and down before speaking. "It's going to drown you. You're such a little thing," he teased. I stuck my tongue out at him before slipping my black cardigan off my shoulders. Evan stayed hovering in the doorway. "What're you planning on doing? Watching me undress?" I teased him. He shrugged his shoulders with a cheeky grin. "I may as well." I rolled my eyes before running at him. "Hit the road, loser! In your dreams," I said as I whipped him lightly with his jumper. He laughed before running out of the room, and I took it as my opportunity to slip out of my black skinny jeans and shirt, and change into his jumper.

☾Evan's POV☽

She was cute when she was playful. It was so easy to laugh and mess around with her, it always has been. I headed straight to the kitchen to carry on cleaning up.

"How do I look?" I turned around to the sound of her voice as she spun around in the middle of the living room. She's short and small, and looked so little, draped in my big jumper which fell loosely off one of her tanned shoulders. It fell limply down to the top of her thighs, exposing her short, slender, tanned legs, as she spun around before grinning at me. Her hair was tied in a high, messy bun, her cheeks slightly flushed and her lips full and red. She looked effortlessly and naturally pretty.

I decided to mess with her. "Aside from the busted up nose?" I grinned at her. "Hey," she said sourly as she ran over and reached to hit me playfully in the arm. I caught her wrist before she could hit me. "I'm joking," I laughed. She shook her head slightly, looking down at the floor. She was silent for a few moments before looking up through her long, thick eyelashes. "Thank you." I stared at her beauty for a moment. "For what?" I asked. "For coming over to my place to help me when I needed you, and letting me stay here." I nodded. "You'd do the same for me." She smiled again, that gorgeous smile. She wrapped her arms around my neck, going up onto her tip-toes to reach me. She smelt of strawberries and vanilla, and I wrapt my arms around her slender waist, pulling her into a tight embrace. "I'm so lucky to have you as a best friend," she whispered as she rested her head against my chest. I smiled, hugging her tighter. I'd known Lily ever since we worked together on the first season of American Horror Story. We hit it off from the very first encounter: she was amazing to work with, funny, talented, genuine and downright lovely. I was kind of disappointed when she couldn't film the second season with us, but she was off filming for another movie.

I felt her pull away from the embrace after a prolonged period of time. "I'm going to head to bed, I'm really tired," she said quietly as she looked up at me. I nodded. "Alright, sleep well," I replied as she headed off to bed. "I'll try."