AN: Hey! Sorry for not updating yesterday as I was supposed to, but for some reason FanFiction didn't let me log in yesterday and today. I've been trying all day to get in and I only now succeeded. Anyway, here's a new drabble, set in late s4. Hope you like it!
Oh, I also posted a new one-shot a few days ago, The Sun Must Set to Rise, it'd made me kinda happy if you'd want to check it out... (no, I'm totally not advertising my own stories :P)
And of course, as always, many thanks to KTxx, 23LaffertysGurl23, emiiix and OTHGirl24 for reviewing! You are the best :3
32. When Someone Plays With Your Hair
"Thank you, Luke." Peyton said softly, turning her head a little to face him. She was lying on his bed, her head in his lap as he was carefully playing with her hair.
"You don't need to thank me." He answered with a smile, knowing exactly what she was talking about. "I've told you before, I'll do anything for you. I'll always be there for you."
"I know." She nodded. "It's just, I wished things weren't like this. I wished I wasn't so afraid of just a simple sound. I wished I didn't have to run to you just because Brooke is out and I can't stay home on my own."
"Hey, you're going to get there, Peyt. It just takes some time." Lucas reassured her. "And in the meantime, you just stay here. I don't particularly mind having you here since, you know, you're my girlfriend and all." He said somewhat teasingly, resulting in a few chuckles on Peyton's part.
She lay her head down again and when he started to play with her hair again, a sense of comfort washed over her. As his other hand fell to her waist he whispered,
"Just try to sleep a little, I'll keep you safe." She could only smile softly and close her eyes.