@tomscuddle
@ImagineEverything123

After a night of bliss, being tangled between the sheets for the first time with what people call a significant other, you were now perched on your window cill, legs held against your chest as your eyes strained past the dirty glass of the window down to the quite street below. The paths were coated in blossom leaves, some burned down to a more brown - ish colour than a flourished purple. Your phone was perched beside you, often you would glance down at it. You were impatiently waiting for the results to come through, a panic rising in your chest as you thought of the end result.

Placing your phone back down at your feet, your eyes span round to your bed, where Peter was lying on his stomach. It was the first time you had looked at him this morning, his head was cheek down on your feather pillow, haired flying in multiple directions as he slept soundlessly. You didn't want to, but you couldn't stop yourself from imagining what would happen if either one of you didn't make it past this test. Last night was... Amazing, and you knew you wanted more of it with Peter. But, if all went to hell, that simply wouldn't be possible.

"Your up early" A voice pulled you out of your thoughts, bringing your head out of the clouds to see Peter sitting up slowly, still shirtless. He made your heart skip a beat, and if you thought about it, he had been for a while.

"I guess I wanted to catch the sunrise" you smiled weakly, turning back to look out the window. You heard the sheets shift gently before Peter joined you at your window cill. You moved your feet slowly to the side, enabling some room for him to come free and he sat. His finger brushed against your lower chin, turning it to face you before his lips met yours again. The thoughts of last night came flooding back, the feeling of being so high off each other; the way his hands caressed you gently, his scent intoxicating you through the waves of pleasure. Your hands landed on his shoulders, bringing him off you.

"What?" he asked, slightly shocked as he watched a tear roll down your cheek and your hands return to your lap.

"I- I can't get attached to you, Peter. If we don't make it through this and I loose you, i'll never forgive myself for getting too close to you" you snivelled. Peter's face sank to a gentle frown, his thumb grazing your cheek as he dried the tears. His arms fell around you, pulling him over to you and lifting you up slightly. You wrapped your legs around his waist tightly, now sat encased in his warmth and some what affection he had for you.

"I know, Y/N. I do, believe me" he sighed, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder. "But try and stay positive" he whispered, your heart lifting a little. Despite the demons, he brought out the angels for you and was making you believe there was something good to come out of this, whether you lost each other or not. You felt your breathe hitch slightly as he lifted you off him, butterflies flying around your stomach. You felt at peace with Peter.

The day had passed quickly, and looking at the time you realised you had been sat waiting for a text message for almost four hours. Peter had his head on your lap, your fingers tangled in his unruly curls as you watched pointless programs on TV. It was twelve in the evening when you finally received your text message. Both your heads shot towards your phone, immediately Peter sat up, allowing you to grab your phone from the coffee table. Your hands were shaking violently as you opened the message, scrolling down to the bottom.

"What? What is it?" Peter asked, sitting in front of you, your hands beginning to sweat.

"I passed" You whispered quietly, looking up at him with a smile on your face. Peter smiled widely, bringing you into his arms and whispering how proud he was of you, how he knew you could do it.

Just as the moment came to an end, Peter's phone vibrated. He almost ran towards it, picking it up off the kitchen side and unlocking it. Silence engulfed the room as Peter's facial expression remained the same, his eyes locked on his phone screen.

"I... I-"

Cliffhanger. What do you think should happen because i'm tied?

FEED ME YOUR OPINIONS. God I need a life.