Wendy and Peter Pan
It had been a year since our adventures in Neverland. I hadn't spoken to him since then. But I knew he came to see me. Every night. I didn't see him. I could just always feel his presence and sometimes when i glanced at the window I would see a face quickly disappear. His face – Peter Pan. So for a year I pretended I had no idea. I pretended that every time I got the feeling he was there I didn't want to run into his arms and fly away to Neverland with him forever. I didn't want to tell him because I didn't want to scare him away. I'd rather have him with me every night – not talking, not even seeing – just there. Than him leave me. But what Peter didn't know is that every time this thought came into my head I cried. Every time I convinced myself not to run into his arms I just broke down.
One night I sat in the rocking chair next to the window with tears streaming down my face. My mother had started a conversation on me finding a husband. Someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. The only person who came in to my head was Peter Pan. The boys were asleep and I just sat on the chair staring at the second star to the right. I whispered to it over and over 'I love you Peter Pan and I always will.'
'And I love you too Wendy Darling, I always have,' A soft voice said behind me.
I stood up straight, startled, and then I slowly turned around. There standing before me was Peter, my Peter. He was slightly taller and manlier, but he was definitely my Peter. Tears started running down my cheeks as I looked into his sea green eyes.
'Wendy, why are you crying?' He said walking closer to me, 'Do you not want to see me? Should i not have come?' He started backing away.
I shook my head, 'No Peter, I'm crying because I'm happy,' i rushed into his warm arms and sobbed into his chest 'I missed you so much'
He held me close and stroked my hair 'I've always been here'
I smiled a watery smile, 'I know, you're not very good at hiding it'
'Why didn't you come to the window to talk to me?'
'I... I was afraid... afraid...' I trailed off as I broke down into another fresh set of tears. Peter took my hand and led me to my bed where we laid down. I was silently crying into his chest and he was stroking my hair.
'What were you afraid of?' He asked when I didn't finish my sentence.
'I was afraid... that you wouldn't want to talk to me and would go back to Neverland and never come back because you might not love me too...' I took my head away from his chest and looked into his eyes. He smiled down at me.
'I would only do that if I was insane, because I would have to be an idiot to let go of you' he whispered into my ear.
I closed my eyes, feeling like I could finally get a proper night sleep with Peter there with me.
'Wendy?'
'Yes Peter,'
'May I have another... thimble?'
I opened my eyes and smiled up at him. I stretched my head up towards him and he leant down. I closed my eyes as our lips met and pressed together.
'Peter?' I said after we had broken apart.
'Mmmm'
'Could you stay with me tonight?' I whispered shyly.
'Of course'
He gently kissed my forehead and I slipped soundly to sleep.
AN: So this is my first Peter Pan fic... please tell me what you think and if I should change anything thanks... if you're harry potter fans check out my other stories! Love you all xxx
