The Adventures Of A Lost Girl

Second Part

SIDE NOTE THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE SONGS EVERRR

Second Part

It has been two weeks since you last saw Pan.

Two weeks of romantic movies, sad songs and a lot chocolate.

You missed him, his warmth, his forehead kisses when you fell asleep at night.

You missed Neverland, you missed being wrapped in his arms by the ocean, listening to the boys be stupid.

You were currently sitting on the couch watching Peter Pan the Disney cartoon version, you had already watched Hook and Pan (Pan freaking whitewashed Tiger Lilly).

There was knock at your door and you thought it was your friends, "guys, I'm not in the mood." You said laying your head back on the armrest.

They were silent which was oddly confusing, considering they so were not the quiet type.

You paused the movie and sighed, you got up off the couch, you fixed your shirt so your chest wasn't popping out to say hello to whoever was on the other side of the door.

You unlocked it and swung it open.

Only to reveal Pan.

You sighed and went to slam the door in his face but he caught it, "please, let me talk to you."

You looked at him, you really looked at him, you squinted your eyes, "fine." You opened the door and walked to the couch and leaned against the armrest.

He came in and looked around your apartment, he paused to stare at the film. You snapped your attention and saw that it was paused when Peter Pan was on Wendy's window ledge.

You grabbed the remote and turned it off.

He swiveled his attention to you, "what?" you snapped.

He shook his head, "sorry I just-" he cut himself off and rubbed his chin.

"Spit it out."

"I love you."

You glared at him,"are you fucking kidding me?" you shouted.

He jumped back in surprise, "good to know you still have your fire."

"Of course I have my fucking fire, it's the only part of me I still have after you basically destroyed the rest of me."

The sorrow returned to his eyes, "I'm-"

"Don't you fucking say you're sorry, you've told me before. I believe you, but that's not going to fix shit. Sorry doesn't fix anything!"

"What can I do Y/N?"

You shook your head and shrugged, "I don't know Pan."

"Please Y/N." He cupped your face in his hands, "I love you." His lips brushed over yours.

You melted like butter.

But you didn't move towards him, he gently kissed your lips and your hard demeanor faded quick.

You kissed back and laced your fingers through his hair, you picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He set you on the back of the armrest of your couch and his hands wrapped around your waist.

God, you missed this.

You both pulled away to catch your breaths.

"You're so lucky I can't quit loving you." You said, your voice a whisper against the roaring rush of adrenaline in your veins.

He smiled, "yeah I am."

BOY DID THAT SUCK.

I just wasn't feeling the sad vibes.