Chapter 13- If I Woke Up Next To You

Casie and Leila had been inseparable since their make-up. They did everything together. Casie even slept over at Joe's once; since Leila and Pete hadn't settled things. She still wanted to mad at him, but the more she tried, the less she found herself angry with him.

The truth of the matter was Leila missed Pete terribly. The longer she stayed away from him, the worse it felt to wake up in the morning and not be able to tell him she loved him. They had almost died once, and she was just sitting around Joe's apartment, letting her pride get the best of her. She had to do something quick; she didn't know how long he would wait around for her. Leila thought up a perfect plan to get Pete back and it was going to happen that night; but she was going to have to have help.

"Oh, God. I feel like crap," Cara moaned, walking out of the bathroom. Patrick looked up from his copy of People magazine, talking about the tragedy of Heath Ledger. Upon seeing the pale color of Cara's face and the look of extreme unhappiness there, he walked to her.

"What's the matter?" Patrick asked concerned, making her lay down on the couch.

"I think I caught the flu from this girl at the club last night," Cara groaned, as Patrick pulled a blanket over her.

"Well, just lay here and don't get up. If you need anything, I'll get it for you. Are you hungry?" Patrick asked, kneeling next to the couch.

"Yeah, do we have any chicken noodle soup?" Cara asked, giving Patrick the puppy dog eyes. Patrick frowned, knowing that they didn't. Soup took to long to cook, so they didn't buy it.

"No, but I'll go get you some right now," he said standing up. "Here's the remote for the TV and another blanket and an extra pillow; I'll be back as soon as I can."

Cara looked up at Patrick, smiling.

"I love you," Cara mumbled, half-asleep.

Patrick felt a blush creep up his face and stopped in his tracks. He looked back at Cara.

"I love you, too Cara."

Pete was just sitting in the chair, putting on a happy face for everyone at Angels and Kings. They had called him in to guest judge the karaoke contest. Leila still had not talked to him in over a week. He was beginning to think that she would never talk to him again. He knew that she had made up with Casie, and couldn't help but be a little jealous. But he understood that their friendship has been through so many years and it was not worth loosing. He knew Leila loved him, but he didn't know if she could ever forgive him. Pete looked down at the next name on the list to sing. Ginny Weasley.

"Wait, what?" Pete thought. Before he even looked up, he heard the music start and a voice start singing. His neck snapped up so fast that it sent a sharp pain through his neck. Massaging his neck, he watched on at the girl singing.

"Drink down you gin and kerosene, and come spit off bridges with me…"

It was Leila. Leila was Ginny Weasley. He wanted to run to her, but knew that it might alarm her. He just sat there, watching her sing.

"I keep my jealous close, 'cause it's so much…" Leila sang into microphone. She was staring Pete right in the eyes. Pete couldn't believe that she was here; singing that particular song.

"Keep quiet, nothing comes as easy as you, can I lay in your bed all day, I'll be your best keep secret and your biggest mistake, the hand behind this pen relives a failure everyday…" Pete's heart was beating ninety to nothing. He wondered if this meant what he thought it meant.

"Wear me like a locket around your throat, I'll weigh you down and watch you choke, you look so good in blue…" Leila was singing with such passion the whole bar stops to see what's going on, who this singer is.

As the song ended, Pete heard Leila say, "I'm sorry," and she took off out of the door without even getting her scores. Pete stood up and took off after her. But with the mob of people that was always trying to get his picture. By the time he made it to the door, Leila had long since vanished. He called a cab and headed to Joe's apartment.

"Joe, where's Leila?" Pete asked frantically.

"She's not here," Joe said, heading back to the couch to continue watching his movie with Danielle, his girlfriend.

"Then where could she have gone? She came to the bar tonight and took off…" Pete said, trailing off. Joe just shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, call me when she gets home, okay?" Pete asked Joe. He just nodded and Pete left, disappointed.

Pete opened the door to his apartment. What he saw made him smile bittersweetly. Patrick had apparently fixed soup for a sick Cara and was sitting on the floor next to the head of the couch; watching TV with Cara, who was falling asleep. Casie was no where to be seen. She was probably out with Leila.

Slowly he dragged himself to his bedroom. He walked into his dark room, and began to get undressed. After he took off his shirt but before he undid his belt, he flipped the lights on. He turned around with his hands on his belt buckle to see Leila sitting on the foot of his bed. Pete's mouth dropped open; all he could do was stare at her. Leila looked up at him and smiled softly. She stood up and walked slowly over to where Pete was. When she was right up on him, she looked into his eyes; running her right hand down Pete's bare arm and back up again. Pete got goose bumps on his skin where Leila's fingers were touching. Her hand traveled from his arm to the base of his neck, tickling the skin softly.

"Pete, I'm sorry I reacted the way I did. I know you never meant to hurt me. Can you ever forgive me?" Leila whispered to Pete; her hand traveling from his neck into his hair.

Pete had to struggle to find his voice, which was buried under all the goose bumps Leila was causing him. Pete finally managed to make his vocal cords work.

"I just want us to get past all of this, and be happy again. This past week without you has been murder on me. I don't ever want to go through that again. I promise you from this moment on, that I my lips will never touch another's," Pete promised Leila. Pete moved his left arm to Leila's and slide it up her arm until he reached her hand that was entwined in his hair. Pete replaced his hair with his fingers and pulled Leila closer to him. Leila, careful not to hurt him with her arm cast, wrapped her other arm around his neck, until their faces were an inch apart. They hadn't really kissed since Leila had left for the Paramore concert, and they both missed the feeling of each others lips on theirs.

When their lips finally met in what seemed like years, it was like fireworks were going off in their heads. Leila was extremely happy to back in Pete's arms. It was like they melted into one again. The past was the past. All that mattered was the here and now. The kiss ended and they just held on to each other as if someone was about to come in say that one of them has to go. There was no need for talking. All they wanted to do was hold on to each other.

Somewhere between the kiss and the hug, they managed to make it to the bed. All night long, they just laid there, hugging and kissing occasionally. All that mattered was that they were in each other's arms. At one point, Leila completely relaxed and Pete knew she was asleep. He just tightened his grip on her, sliding down to lay next to her. Once he finally feel asleep, he had the best night of sleep that he has had since that time feel asleep in her arms after breaking up with Ashlee.

Leila squinted as the sun beamed down on her. She suddenly realized that her pillow was moving up and down; she woke up with her head on Pete's bare chest and his arm around her neck. She turned her face into her chest, blocking the sun, smiling.

She looked up at Pete's face, after her eyes had adjusted to the bright light. She had made up with two of the most important people in her life. The pieces were falling back into place. Back where they belong, next to each other.

-note from the author-

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! Everyone's happy! For now…