A/N: Okay, so, sorry for the delay. I'm now stuck in the next chapter and having some problems so there might be a delay in getting that and the next chapters up as well. I kind of hit a wall, so if the update takes a while, I really apologize. I hope you enjoy this chapter and again thanks to all of you who have given me awesome feedback, I really appreciate it. So, read this, let me know what you think, and cross your fingers for me to help me get inspiration and a little kick in the butt to get those next chapters up here for you! Thanks again.
--You Were Meant For Me--
You vaguely remember where you are as you wake up to sun shining right in your eyes. You would verbally protest with a groan of some sort except you feel a slender arm snaked around your waist wrap itself a little tighter as you make the slightest of shifts in your newly awakened state. So you stay put, stay silent, as a smile appears on your face.
You revel in the feeling of having her so close to you again. Remembering back many years ago when you would come to her house in the middle of the night, not wanting to stay in your own house because you hated being alone there, or because you couldn't stand hearing your parents fighting, it started when you both were young, though you think you were forced to grow up too fast. And then when it changed into not only wanting to get away, but where you were running towards something, to her The comfort that she brought you, just having that space in her bed, for you to always come to if you wanted, meant so much.
You missed this. Missed this bed, this room, this house, this girl. You missed holding her while the both of you slept. You missed waking up, almost always a little before her, and just reveling in the morning where both of you seemed so peaceful and content wrapped up in the other. You missed watching her shift from sleep to slowly waking up, not wanting to, snuggling closer to you, before finally relenting and opening first one eye, then the other. And on the days she would be laying right next to you, head on your chest, when she would look up at you as she came out of her slumber, she would smile.
You miss that soft smile. That special smile that you were sure only you ever got to see, because that was usually the only time you ever saw it, save a few times when you would catch her staring at you from across the classroom, semi-lost in thought. You wouldn't trade that smile for the world.
And as you lay here, holding her like you used to so many years ago, her still asleep; you can't help but think how obvious it all was back then. You think both of you were probably too naïve or maybe in denial, or you just plain didn't see it then. But now, hindsight or whatever, looking back, it was staring you right in the face. How could you have missed it?
You loved this girl, so much, you knew that, but you didn't know how deep it ran, not until it was too late. But as she moves into you closer, slowly waking up, you know you've been given a second chance, one that you're going to have to fight to hold onto. But you won't let this go, let her go, because you can't. You want to hold onto her like this forever, and somehow, you'll make it happen, because you know it's what you both want, need. You know this is where you are meant to be.
It takes her another few minutes before she finally stirs. She shifts her head a little, you see that one eye open, close, before both open finally and she takes in her surroundings. She doesn't look up at you, but you can still see a small smile play on her lips as she realizes it's you she's holding onto, you who is right there with her. The smile isn't that same one, this one is a little sadder, maybe more reminiscent, some relief and peace, but it's a smile none the less.
And just like that it's gone, and she is sad. But she doesn't move, no, she holds onto you tighter and squeezes her eyes shut trying to stop the slow stream of tears that are threatening to escape. You wrap you arms around her just as tight, reassuring her that you are here, that she will be okay, that whatever it is she needs right now, will be. You'd give her the world if you could, if she wanted it, you'd find a way.
She holds unyielding until she stops crying, as do you with the few tears you shed, and with a voice rough from sleep and emotion, she speaks to you.
"I've missed you…so much."
In this moment you think that's all you've ever wanted to hear, because really, nothing else would have made you feel quite this way, brought this much joy to your heart. She missed you.
"Me too Peyt, so, so much."
And those words couldn't have been truer.
