Always ~ Parley/Parkner

Chapter 24

{A/N Don't kill me for this long ass break in between chapters. At first I forgot I was supposed to write one, but that was only like a day, then I tried writing the chapter, but writers block happened and I had no clue what to do after the first third of the chapter sO yeah. I hope you guys at least like it ahahha}

*HARLEY'S POV*

"You're kidding!" I jump up from my bed.

"I'm not. I was walking back from the party and BAM, I see them making out in the hallway." Peter laughs and jumps on my bed.

"Did they see you?!"

"Well...yeAh. They told me not to tell anyone, but you're an exception."

"1. How could you do that!" I pause for dramatic effect. "2. I'm glad you told me. How long do you think they'll keep this up for?"

Peter flops down next to me. "I don't know, but who knows. They've kept it a secret for this long."

"True. I'm just mind blown." I fall backwards onto my pillow and Peter follows suit, laying his head in the crevice of my neck.

"Me too, honestly. I never really took Clint as a 'make out in the hallway at a teenager's birthday party' type of guy."

"Peter, how many people do you know that fit that description?" I look at him with a raised eyebrow. He shrugs and I roll my eyes playfully. "I think they're cute together." I stare up at the ceiling.

"Yeah, they are adorable. You should have seen the look on their faces. Honestly, I think Pietro is exactly what Clint needs right now."

"Agreed. Aren't him and Laura getting a divorce?" I ask.

"That's what I have heard. They made a good couple. I feel sorry for the kids, they haven't seen Clint in a while." Peter frowns.

"Yeah, I would probably die if I wasn't able to see my mom anymore..." I hear Peter sniffle. "Are you crying?"

I look at the top of Peter's head. "No..." He says like he's hiding something.

I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer to me. "You know...when you go and do this, I gotta give you a forehead kiss to make it all better."

Peter looks up and smiles at me. "Can you make it all better?" He pretends to have a lisp, it causes me to laugh.

"Of course I will." I lean over and kiss his forehead multiple times.

"Thank you. That was nice." Peter cuddles me.

"Peter...?" I ask a bit hesitantly.

"...Yes?"

"When we get married...should we have our wedding in the Spring or Fall?"

"Fall, definitely. Spring is too rainy...why do you ask?"

"For future reference." He nods.

"We should have it in Rose Hill." Peter suggests.

"Rose Hill? I don't know Pete-"

"Oh come on! I mean we do everything in New York. I've only visited Rose Hill once. Plus, I think it would be so gorgeous. The Tennessee woods in the fall. The leaves falling and turning brown, the nice crisp air-"

"Okay, okay. I give in." I laugh. "I love how we are talking about this and it's probably not going to happen for another 5 years."

"It's nice to think about. I'm excited."

It's silent between us for a couple minutes. All of a sudden, Peter rolls over on top of me and just lays on me.

"Peter-" I groan while trying to roll him off me.