☆Trying to drag a person down, proofs that you are already below them.

Photograph
(Ed Sheeran)

   You looked up at the great stadium you will be performing your concert in a week. It's rehearsal day and Peter was next to you, he had his arms crossed, wearing a leather jacket.

   Natasha walked in with dancers. "Ready for the first song?"

   "Sure."

   "I'll be the audience." Peter said excitedly, then walked downstairs to one of the seats.

   "Hey, Nat." You called out.

   "Yeah?"

   "I'm sorry for walking out of the photoshoot last Wednesday... I hope Sharon didn't get in trouble for that."

   "No she loves it." By the look on her face, you realized they stopped fighting. "Sorry for never mentioning anything about her. Thought you wouldn't be okay with it."

   "Why wouldn't I be okay with it?"

   "I don't know." She shrugged.

   The staff started playing the song and you and the dancers rehearsed, with Peter Parker smiling and cheering through the whole thing.

   It was mostly a dance choreography and the cue about when you will disappear in the smoke, change the dress and come out singing a new song but after the hard part lasted, it was done.

   You sat on the piano's seat, gasping for air, tired from the long day, Peter joined you with a bottle of water.

   He handed it to you. "That was amazing." He said.

   "Which performance did you like?" You asked back.

   "Consequences was great."

   "Was it because it was about you?"

   "Loving you was dumb and dark and cheap~ Loving you still takes shots at me~" He sang the song you wrote about him.

   "I can say it's a good kind of consequences now." You shrugged with a smile, then laid your shoulder on his. It was just the two of you, on the piano's seat, on the stage, in a great, big, stadium concert.

[*This is the mood and tone on how I pictured this scene in my head, picture from Taytay]

   He put his fingers on the piano and played something, peaceful, simple and beautiful.

   Softly you muttered. "Don't go."

   He stopped the piano. "I have no choice..." He muttered.

   "Go on a tour with me... Be on the stage, surprise my fans. We just got back together and we barely have time for each other, and now you have to go away again..."

   "I'll call you every day." He said.

   "Why would Tony Stark make you play in a movie..." You pouted. "You're a singer, you don't have to act... and now you have to kiss the heroine in the movie."

   "You acted too."

   "A cameo in one CSI episode, That doesn't count, and I died in it."

   "Hey..." He made you look at him. "5 months, I'll be back before you know it. And I'll be able to join your tour in Japan too."

   "5 months is pretty long."

   "I know..."

   "C'mon. My reputation's never been worse so... can you please stay for me?" You begged with cracked voice.

   He looked down sadly, then sighed.

   You sighed too and looked away, this love is not like last time, distance has become a great problem.

   "Will you be sending me at the airport?" He asked softly.

   "I have some work... but I'll try to make it."

   "But tonight you can go to my place, right?"

   You smirked at him. "I don't know. You tell me."

   "Hop in my getaway car and let's make the last of our time the best it could be."

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Leaving Day

   You were at a children's hospital, in a project to surprise your young fans. You took a picture with lots of them, most of them knew who you were and they sang your songs.

   The last girl, they told you was your biggest fan, and this was a surprise for her. She had cancer, if lucky she could stay for more than 4 months, and it breaks your heart.

   You slowly opened the door up with a camera guy following you. Katie was there, and once she saw you she panicked, her jaw dropped in shocked, she put both hands on her mouth.

   "No way..." The girl muttered.

   "Hey, Katie." You told her and waved.

   "I'm--- I'm-- ya--your fans, I-- Oh my-god." She stuttered.

   "I know honey. That's why I'm here." You sat with her on the bed.

   "I love you so much-- I listen to your songs every day. I have all your albums-- I'm wearing your merch!" She showed you her shirt.

   "That's so sweet. I actually brought a guitar today and we could like, sing to a song together. What do you think?"

   "Yes! Yes!" The girl smiled and teared up.

   "Favorite songs?" You asked her.

   "Never Grow Up." She started coughing, you handed her some water, softly she replied. "Thank you (Y/n)."

   You watched her sadly, tried not to let her know it, she was very weak, and she deserves so much more time in the world.
You sang for her, and even though you tried not to let her know you were sad, tears dripped.

I won't let nobody hurt you
Won't let no one break your heart
No one will desert you
Just try to never grow up

   "Guys, I'm afraid it's Katie's bedtime." Her nurse told the two of you.

   "Aw..." She said out sadly.

   "Ms (L/n) has business later Katie." The nurse told Katie.

   "I could stay the whole night if she wants me to." You said.

   "No, it's alright." Katie told you. "You are coming to send him at the airport, aren't you?" She smiled playfully.

   "How did you even know?" You smiled back.

   "Twitter is pretty fast." She showed you her phone with a broken screen.

   "Thank you for liking my songs Katie. It's wonderful to know you. You are wonderful, remember that." You kissed her forehead.

   "No... You are wonderful one (Y/n)." She had half eyes opened, sleepy with all the drugs she had. "When I go through hard times... when my hair all fell off... I played your songs and it didn't seem too bad."

   "..." You had tears welled up, but you smiled.
   "You are my inspiration and don't listen to those who don't understand what you say. You'll always have me, (Y/n)."

   "Thank you..." You muttered to her.

   "Go to him, send him. Be happy, (Y/n)." The little girl said, falling asleep. "Go now, or you'll won't make it in time. Time is really valuable."

   You kissed her forehead one more time.

   "Sweet dream, Katie." You whispered.

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Airport

   Peter Parker looked around nervously, it's a last call, and his flight is about to take off, even first class and famous they can't wait for him.

   "Peter, they gave us just 10 minuets." Tony said, looking at his watch.

   "She'll be here." He checked his phone, you haven't read his message.

   "Her work might not even be done yet."

   "...It's five months that we won't even get a day to see each other because we'll be on different sides of the globe. I have to see her before I go." He told Stark with high hopes.

   Then before he lost hope, he heard people screaming.

   "...She's here." He smiled out relievedly. Then he looked upon the crowded people who was taking your pictures and videos all the way running to him.

   He ran to you too, both of you smiled at each other, trying to make it to each other. You hugged him right away and he almost buried you in his chest, didn't even listen to a single fan and people around you whispering.

   "You made it." He chuckled out.

   "I had to." You replied.

   "Hey-- hey (Y/n)." He called you by your name so you focus just on him. "We ain't got much time, and I have two things for you."

   "Yes?" You looked up at him with tears welled up.

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   He put one earbud in your ear, another in his. "We both can agree we express our feelings much better in songs... so, hold onto this when I'm away okay?"

   You nodded as the songs played in your ears.

   Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes.
But it's the only thing that I know.

  People were taking pictures, posted it online, but at that moment it was just the two of you in the world.

When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes.
It is the only thing makes us feel alive.

   Guards were trying to get the people away from the two of you.

We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And time's forever frozen still

   He handed you a bag of things, you took it and dipped your hands inside.

So you can keep me,
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans.
Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet.
You won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home.

   You smiled at him, looking at the things you took out of the bag, it was a polaroids of you and Peter, smiling, kissed his cheeks.

Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul,
And it's the only thing that I know, know.

   He smiled at you, faces inches close, so warm, everything was heartbreakingly warm.

I swear it will get easier.
Remember that with every piece of you
And it's the only thing we take with us when we die.

   You found more pictures in it, and you laughed at the funny ones.

We keep this love in this photograph
We made these memories for ourselves

   His bodyguard was trying to get Peter to the plane, but he didn't care at all, he will stay, at least until the song ends.

Where our eyes are never closing,
Hearts were never broken,
And time's forever frozen still.

   He grabbed your hands closed to his lips, and kissed it.

So you can keep me,
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans.
Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet.
You won't ever be alone.

   "Our pictures, our songs... hold onto it okay?" He said.

And if you hurt me,
That's okay baby, only words bleed.
Inside these pages you just hold me,
And I won't ever let you go.

   "I'll wait until you come home." You kissed him.

   Passionate, but delicate, with the song in both of your minds. He kissed you the last time, wishing he didn't have to separate your lips apart, but the clock was ticking.

   "There's one more thing." He told you, lifted up the bag.

Oh, you can fit me.
Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen.

   Just in the exact time, he showed you the necklace. You looked at him with a smile, wondering how did he still have it.

Next to your heartbeat where I should be.
Keep it deep within your soul.

   You opened the locket up, it was the picture of the two of you.

And if you hurt me
Well, that's okay baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go

   You turned around and put it across your neck, then you turned around to look at him sadly the last time, as the songs was about to end.

When I'm away.

   Sadly, he said. "I don't wanna go."

I will remember how you kissed me

   "I don't want you to go either." You muttered back.

Under the lamppost back on Sixth street.

   "Hold on, okay? And..." He asked with eyes closed.

Hearing you whisper through the phone

   "Wait for me to come home."

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