Evan peters imagines ( GRAPHIC/ MATURE )

Youre all i have ( tate )

       It was dark and I was on my way home from school.
The spring wind was blasting me, I could barley keep my hat on.
Entering the walls of my house The wind slammed the door shut for me.
I was home alone, and the lights were off.
Slipping off my boots I took myself upstairs.
"Phew.."
My lungs thawed, and adjusted from ice cold air to room temperature.
   Flicking on the light switch I ran to the bathroom to wipe my cold dripping nose.
     "Just sit down and relax when you get a headache.. it always helps"
A faint memory of my lovely mothers advice popped in my head.
I slid down the tiled wall, and as I was rubbing my forehead my eyes came upon a small book that had Tate's name carved into it.

On the edge ready to read it My stomach cramped just thinking about
What could be in there.
I bit my lip.
"I mean.. he's not here?"
I laughed to myself picking up the booklet.

  The first page read

Sometimes I just want to be there.
I'm clingy and I'm weird but I truly want to stay attached, so I will never loose her.

My heart fluttered and I already felt bad for him.
My eyes teared up.

I want to trust her that she will never leave me..
I'm afraid that I'll end up all alone in the end.

That feeling after you cry, when your eyes get puffy and pink, and you just want to rub them.
That's what I felt.

    I cry to myself a lot, I hate myself.

   I heard the door crack open and when I looked up Tate was standing in the door frame.
He saw his book in my hand and his eyes instantly widened, and his face froze.
I stood up and stood there for a second before running into his chest and hugging him.
I wrapped my arm around his neck forcing him to pick me up.

  "I'm so, so, sorry Tate."
I felt a tear fall down my cheek.
And once it broke I couldn't stop crying.
Nobody has ever loved me, not like that.
I wasn't sure if he even loved me in the first place.

    He held me in his arms, I wasn't sure if he was crying or mad but I could feel him inhaling as if he was trying to catch his breath.

   He pulled me off him and looked down at me.
Expressionless, cold.

     "Why would you read that?"
He lifted his eyebrows, in a sad sort of way.
   I down, crossing my arms.

"I-I don't know.. but I never knew you liked me that much. It kinda hit me.
At once.."
I rubbed my arms.

   "I know I shouldn't of read it b-but it was there.. why was it there?"
I stuttered.

As his face went from confused to concerned I had no idea I was still crying.
I ranted and rambled on, and on how I was sorry, before he stole a slow kiss.
His lips felt like silk, and tasted like honey.
was it toxic love?
Or a simple strange way of forgiveness?
I felt my tears in-between our mouths.
He stopped and looked at me with his jet black eyes.

  "(Y/n) Please don't look in that again.. it's embarrassing.. some things aren't meant to be heard.."
He smiled, ending it with a kiss on my nose.