𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 | 𝕓𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕪 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤

peter | somewhere only we know

| warnings : fluffy, funeral mention | inspo:"somewhere only we know" | words : 1.3k |

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you were in your apartment just doing some errands to tick off your busy list, when your phone rang. around this time of year, no one called so you picked up the phone quickly.

"hello?" you answer

"y/n it's peter, peter beale" he spoke quietly

"is everything ok?" you asked

"my, my sister, she, she's just died, a couple days ago" he sniffed

"oh my god" you gasped

"i was, just wondering, if you wanted to come to the funeral, it's next tuesday" he spoke softly trying to hide his sadness

"of course i'll be there, i'll book my flight over and come as soon as possible" you said smiling to yourself

"i want to see you, before the funeral" he asked

"of course, i understand" you sighed happily

"do you wanna meet in the field, this sunday?" he questioned as you stared into the air

"yeah, alone though" you carried on staring

"see you soon" he wished you a goodbye and ended the call

you sat down, in complete shock about the news, about peter remembering your number, and about the field. you began reminiscing all the good times you had in Albert Square before you had to leave for your job and fly to Spain. you began to day dream about peter and how much he would have changed, i mean, it had been at least six maybe even seven years. he would be about 23 now? your boyfriend soon interrupted your daydream by slamming the door closed to the living room. he sat down next to you asking you questions but you just held up your hand.

"my friend called.." you started

"from the uk, one of my childhood friends, she, shes died and i'm going home" you huffed standing up

"home?" he stood up

"yes! home! where i belong! i don't belong here!" you walked upstairs as he ran after you in anger grabbing you against the wall

"you are not leaving me with this stupid house and business you dragged me into!" he shouted

"yes i fucking am" you spat at him and ran to your office and locked the door

you jumped straight on the computer and booked the closest flight back to england, it was in seven hours. you began to pack your laptop up and shoved it into the suitcase you opened up. you began to pack all your clothes and put them in the suitcase, you took everything that belonged to you. you grabbed your suitcase pulling it downstairs and to the front of the kitchen. you quickly opened your bag and shoved in some sweets along with all your chargers and grabbed your phone off the side. your passport was tucked inside your coat as you ran to the lift and escaped the apartment building. you took a taxi to the airport and wait there for about 30 minutes until you saw your boyfriend walking around.

"there you are!" he echoed as everyone looked as him storming up to you

"no, why are you here?" you stood up

"your coming back with me!" he grabbed your suitcase as you pulled it back

"i'm going to england without you!" you exclaimed as he threw the suitcase at you as it banged on the floor

airport staff helped you clear your luggage up from the floor and let you board the plane quickly. soon enough you were landing in england with the sun actually shining. you took a taxi to Albert Square and got out with your luggage, you wandered to what you remember was the beale's house and knocked quietly on the door, as peters dad opened the door

"is peter here? he called me" you smiled as he hugged you

"he's at work in the market at the moment but you can leave your bags here until he's finished and then you can take them to his house" he smiled bringing your bags inside and letting you out

you walked through the market and saw a lot of people who hardly recognised you but were happy to see you. you saw the fish and chip bar was busy with people sat inside, you could see what you thought was peter but he looked so grown and well gorgeous. it was almost the time you had planned to meet so you began to walk down towards the river where you once sat on a branch. instead you sat down near the water and began to watch the clouds float past you. you heard the crunching of leaves behind you and a couple twigs but you kept staring. the broad manly figure sat gently down next to you

"hello peter" you spoke gaining words

"hello y/n, we meet once again" he stared at the running water

"it's been a long time" you said sighing and looking across the bank

"yeah, you've changed, got a lot taller than i remember" he chuckled to himself as you looked at his cheek dimples

"yeah, you've grown up now, we both have" his eyes looked up to you

"how have you been? i'm so sorry about your sister" you sighed looking at the river

"i, i haven't dealt very well with it, i've been thinking a lot about so many people" he began to cry

"come here pete" you opened your arms as he wrapped his arms around you and sobbed

"look, i'll stay here as long as you need me too, even if that's forever" you smiled as you wiped the tears from under his eyes

"you really care don't you?" he smiled down at you as you walked together to a near by tree to rest on as he still hugged you

"of course i do, i've cared about you everyday since i left, true feelings never change, remember that" you smiled as he took your cheek in his hand

"your right about that, true feelings never change" he planted his soft lips onto yours and kissed you lightly, like an angel

"i'm sorry y/n, i didn't mean too.." he started as you put your finger to his lips

"don't apologise, i felt it too" you smiled as he grinned and took your hand as you walked back to town

the funeral for ben's sister took place. it was a beautiful ceremony and pete said a heartwarming speech, he saw you and smiled past his tears. you placed your flowers down onto her body and said a couple words before bursting into tears and falling to your knees at all the flooding memories. pete came and helped you up and let you sit down as you sobbed. he helped you out of the venue as you drove to the pub to the wake. you held peters hand as you both walked in and you took a table as he bought some drinks.

"thankyou pete" you took the drink from him smiling

"to lauren" he raised this glass

"to lauren" you clinked your glasses together and drank swiftly

after the wake, peter and you walked home to his house as you began to unpack in the spare room where a mattress lay, all made up like a bed. you heard the door click and lock, peter had come into the room,

"need any help?" he asked politely

"just with the tv, everything is fine" you smiled as he began to mess around with the tv wires

"thanks for letting me stay with you" you smiled sitting on the mattress

"oh no worries, i'd let you stay any day" he smiled back

"i do have to go out soon so you can stay here at the house" he tossed you the keys

"see you later" he smiled

"stay safe" you smiled closing the front door

"what a rollercoaster of emotions" you said to yourself, sitting down and turning on the tv.