☆I never insult artists and songs you like on your books, don't do to mine.

Happier
(Ed Sheeran)

Hindsight

"Dude, you really need to stop drinking." Ned said downheartedly, patting Peter's shoulder.

"No..."

"Seriously dude. You lost her when you left her and Steve Rogers, you shouldn't take it personal if she finds someone new."

"I was just... walking, for once I forgot how lonely I felt, and then I saw her there, hugging him tight. Like-- how did she even move on while I'm here being depressed."

"No dude, you're here being an alcoholic. Stop drinking please." He tried to remove the glass of beer from Peter's hand but he couldn't.

"And i miss her, oh i miss her so bad. And you know what is the worst part Ned?"

"That you're still an alcoholic?"

"No, that she looked happier..."

Ned sighed. His best friend is very, very, very wasted. There was no way he will become a successful singer if he loves beer more than his microphone.

"Alright, fine. Tell me, when was the last time you wrote a song?"

Parker was stunned. Not that he was shocked, but his drunk brain couldn't process how long ago that was. "I don't know... like... 3 months."

"You used to write songs every day! Go on, grab a guitar and write something!" Ned commanded, handing over a guitar.

"...I lack inspiration."

"You are full of shit and inspiration, dude. That's why you drown yourself in unholy water, Jesus save Peter." Ned groaned.

"He made her laugh too, did i tell you that? I doubt that. I Think he rapped something and his tongue got interwined so he stuttered and she laughed." Parker laughed also.

"You told me she looked happier for the hundredths time tonight, bro. Now, some of us still have school to go to. Find an Uber home and don't drive okay?" Ned left Peter in an empty club with a guitar in his hands.

One of Peter Parker's favorite talents is that he can sing perfectly in tunes and play every instrument while drunk. So he started to played something.

He got your picture with Pietro in the back of his mind, thinking he should've never let you go, and the worst part is you looked happier, you do.

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Peter Parker

Drama's checklists.

Instagram : Exploded.

Facebook : Exploded.

Pinterest : Exploded.

News : Exploded.

Twitter : Exploded.

Tumblr : Exploded aesthetically.

I scrolled down my Instagram's feed sadly, all the drama is completely different from the reality. The footage itself wasn't being released from Jane, but from the person at the party, taken from the projector. I hope soon enough it will get all taken down from most of the website, if not all.

The victims of this situation were definitely (Y/n), but people still have unpopular opinions, especially Jane's fans.

'I have friends at that party, saying the reason Jane did it on purpose was because (Y/n) was singing and calling Jane a whore, the snake in this situation is (Y/n), guys.'

One of the Instagram post captioned.

I knew she would never do that. "Fucking lies..." I insulted to the post softly.

I glanced at (Y/n), sitting quietly with a blank look on the front seat, staring at the street. My car was parked in front of her apartment with Paparazzi waiting to do an interview inside the lobby.

"Was she planning on posting it on the internet?" I asked.

"I think she wanted to just play the video at the party, but she was too stupid to believe people in there will shoot the video and post it..." She muttered.

"We'll talk to the lawyer, we'll end her career and life." I assured her.

"We don't have proof that she did it, and she wasn't the one posted it." She said.

   "I have a really great lawyer, we'll find a way."

She stared at the paparazzi still, they hadn't noticed us yet.

"I'm thinking... Jane is not smart enough to trick me inside that bathroom, i doubt she doesn't even know how to turn on the fucking camera she filmed me. It was probably Pietro..."

Ah yes that fucking dickhead. "You think he told her too?"

"Could be a revenge, on me. He's smart, he knows Jane isn't. He might've tricked her, because if she really does it, she'll have to take the blame, not him."

"We'll avenge him too then."

"Oh, yes. Big yes." She said. "You know, I tried so hard to convince myself that Jane is nice, but every time I let her back in, she has to ruin it, stab me in my back when she shakes my hand..." She was rather sad than angry.

"She's jealous because you are more talented and successful than she'll ever be."

"This is why we can't have nice things..." She muttered, for a split second I realized she will write a song about this.

"So... Are we ready to walk past those paparazzi?" I asked.

"Not, we. Peter. Only me."

"Oh, come on. I'm not going to let you sleep alone tonight after what happened today, i'm going up there with you." I told her and I thought she would be pissed at me, but she nodded slowly.

"Okay then..." She whispered.

And I realized she really needed me.

"Your shirt is too thin, those assholes will take our pictures so... put this on." I grabbed her my oversized jacket.

"Thank you." She said, she was really sad, her voice said it all.

"And about your shoes... ah crap, I don't have spare shoes."

"Oh, yes, I left mine at that party." She looked at her barefoot. "It's okay, we'll have to walk just from here to my room."

"Your feet is bruised already, here, take mine." I took my shoes off for her.

"And you'll walk barefoot to my room?"

"Yes."

"...Thank you. You saved me, so many times lately."

I looked at her who was looking away. "That's my job." I told her.

So we got out of the car, and headed inside the hotel, right of the bat the paparazzis took out their cameras and started filming us.

"Ah... geez, does this happen everyday?" I asked her. My arms wrapped around her shoulder.

"Yes. But usually not this much people... it's because of the video."

"Ignore them." I told her, we walked past cameras to the elevator.

"Hey! (Y/n), how's it feel now that the whole world has seen you naked!" One of the paparazzi shouted.

And I convinced myself we could just ignore them, but it was me who can not. Something inside of me snapped when (Y/n) got humiliated, I turned around and asked.

"Who said that?"

"..." The other camera mans stepped back from the guy who dared insulting her.

"Why'd you say that?" I asked.

"You said ignore them, C'mon." She tried to drag me out.

"Just a question." The guy said arrogantly. "So how's it feel, lady? Not only the lucky ones like Peter Parker and Pietro Maximoff has seen your body now, but we lowlifes too. How does that make you feel?"

"You know what you piece of shit?" I asked him. "Let me ask you a question too, what is that on your face?"

"What? ----ought!"

He knocked down to the ground, yelping in pain, his camera shattered to pieces on the ground.

I put my arm back on her shoulder, walking away from them, saying. "It was my fists."

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I've never seen her new apartment before, she moved here ever since we broke up and she started becoming famous. Now I know why she likes it here, it was high up, with great views where you can see New York.

It was decorated in (F/c). I counted 4 guitars already while making our way to the living room. She sat on her bouncy sofa, and let out a long exhale with her eyes closed.

"You want something to eat? Or drink?" I asked, eating always helps her to feel better.

"There's a..." She rubbed her head. "Leftover pizza in the fridge, and sprite."

"Wait here." I told her, then walked to the kitchen, i microwaved it while snuck a glance at the living room a couple of times to make sure she was okay.

I returned with the pizza. "Thanks." She said, then started eating it.

We ate pizza quietly, until she stopped and stood up.

"Where're you going?" I asked her.

"I have beers too. Want one?"

"Ugh... yes? But are you sure (Y/n)? You're not quite a drinker."

"I am tonight." She handed me cold beer, then sat next to me and started drinking. One can turned to two, then how the fuck did it turned to ten.

"...erh..." She muttered, her head laid on my shoulder.

I wasn't even drunk yet. "Bedroom?" I asked her:

"No... no... I want to drink more."

"Think of the hangover. You don't want to drink more."

"No I want too. How come you can drink but not me, even when we dated. Don't drink (Y/n), you'll be drunk."She mocked my voice.

"Because I can control myself but you cannot."

"Oh, yes~ master drinker Peter Parker, is that why you named your album Drunk boy? Seriously... Drunk boy?"

"It was Tony's idea."

"Oh, yes. The man who stole you from me." She whined drunkly, I stood guilty.

"..Anyway, You haven't listened to my whole album, have you?" I asked her.

"No, i have not. Why, wanna sing a song? I have guitars everywhere~"

"What? No, just asking."

"Hey! Sing a song for me!" She begged me. "I dare you to sing a song from your album that can make me sadder than i already am, haha."

"Huh? Now?"

"Yes!" She jumped off the sofa to grab me one of her guitars, then shoved it into my hand.

"Okay... fine."

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I stopped to think on which song I should sing and I figured Happier could do the job, because i was as drunk as she was when writing this one.

"Walking down 29th and Park. I saw you in another's arms. Only a month we've been apart. You look happier."

"Wait, you saw me with Pietro?" She laughed drunkly.

I nodded.

"Saw you walk inside a bar. He said something to make you laugh. I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours
Yeah, you look happier, you do."

She started to stop smiling, and listened carefully to the song.

"Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you
But ain't nobody love you like I do. Promise that I will not take it personal, baby. If you're moving on with someone new."

She looked at me still.

" 'Cause baby you look happier, you do. My friends told me one day I'll feel it too. And until then I'll smile to hide the truth. But I know I was happier with you."

"Then why did you leave me...?" She muttered sadly.

"The most stupid decision i've ever made, trust me." I replied just as sad.

"Sat on the corner of the room. Everything's reminding me of you. Nursing an empty bottle and telling myself you're happier. Aren't you?"

She looked at me like she didn't even have the answer to that question.

"Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you. But ain't nobody need you like I do. I know that there's others that deserve you. But my darling, I am still in love with you."

I closed my eyes.

"But I guess you look happier, you do
My friends told me one day I'd feel it too. I could try to smile to hide the truth. I know I was happier with you."

But the truth is, that one day will never come true. The day I feel truly happy, if I don't have (Y/n).

"Baby, you look happier, you do."

I opened my eyes up once again.

"I knew one day you'd fall for someone new."

I realized her eyes were quite teary.

"But if he breaks your heart like lovers do."

And i hope even of all the beers she had, tomorrow she will still remember every word I sang that night.

   "Just know that I'll be waiting here for you."

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