Pedro Pascal Imagines

Sleepover

"Hey, listen! I was thinking of maybe... we could spend the weekend at my summer house in L.A." Pedro said, kneeling up on his bed to get his shirt from where he had thrown.

"A whole weekend? I don't know. I don't think it's a good idea." You said without looking up, busy with the hooks of your bra.

"Because...?"

"You know why."

"Same reason you never sleep here."

"It's... just better for everybody." You said and almost missed his response while pulling on your shirt.

"Not for me." He mumbled under his breath.

"What?"

"Nothing."

You sighed and looked searchingly in his face. You didn't like where the conversation was heading and you thought the sooner you end it, the better. You grabbed your purse, pecked his lips briefly and turned to walk out the bedroom.

"I like you." He said now loud and clear.

That was the last thing you wanted to hear. His words struck you like a lightning bolt and you froze. The time stopped too, imprisoning you in a moment that made your skin break out in gooseflesh and your stomach to clench. Your throat closed when you tried to speak but someone had to break the awkward silence that filled the room.

"Please, don't do this to me."

"Why? Why isn't it possible? I like you and... I-I-I know you've never said but it... It feels like you like me too." His voice was soft and tender as he spoke and it was so hard to look into those pleading eyes.

"I do Pedro, I like you as a friend and..."

"As a dick, you can ride whenever you want."

"That's not..."

"No, you know what? I'm sorry. I'm sorry. The point is that... I think we would make such a great couple and... if you would just give us a try..."

"Pedro! I... I'm sorry. I really am but..."

You could not force more words out, just shook your head with a lump in your throat and tears in your eyes. You were aware from the beginning that sooner or later someone is going to get hurt and nothing's gonna be the same ever again. Yet, you were not prepared for that.

"'K" was all he managed to utter through his swollen throat.

"I... I think it would be better if we won't see each other for a while." You said hoarsely and turned to walk away when you felt his hand wrapped around your arm.

"Y/N? Please! I don't wanna lose you."

"I'm so sorry." You whispered again, unable to say anything else to make the parting easier. You pulled your arm from his grip and walked out the door, breaking two hearts into million pieces.

It was one of the most horrible days of your life. Your friends with benefits relationship with Pedro had been worked so well so far. He was such a great friend and god! Such a wonderful lover! It was perfect because your heart was not strong enough yet to a real, romantic relationship.

You met Pedro 6 months ago. Your fiance, Travis and you just moved to New York and he wanted you to meet a few of his friends from college. He was an actor. Not as famous as Pedro but people cared about his life just as much as about yours. Being in the center of attention was hard for you but you were able to keep it under control.

Finding him with another woman in your bed reduced you to a sobbing wreck. Not only your heart shattered into pieces but your fate in love and your belief in yourself. You've spent 8 years of your life with a man who had been cheating on you for months after he engaged you. You were ready to tie your lives together and have a baby with him. With him! How could you be so stupid, so blind?!