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How You Get The Girl
(Taylor Swift)

Neko: I did this song's adaptation once already in Stark's? You guys remember it? But this is one of my favorite songs so here I go again. ♡

   You were so fast, too fast Peter couldn't catch up.

   Without a car Peter had to get on a cab, he discovered you moved out of your latest apartment to a modern townhouse  because Paparazzi was too much to handle.

   The storm was growling, the clouds were all grey, it's going to rain soon and Peter sat there in the back seat, shaking his legs, counting every second.

   "Excuse me. Can you go faster?" He asked the driver politely.

   "This is as fast as I can go, sir." The driver replied just as polite.

   New York's traffic sucks. Peter took out his phone and called you. He didn't know your phone was busted so he was very worried he couldn't contact you.

Finally, he arrived, the taxi driver asked him for a selfie and he made a peace sign.

"I'm one of your biggest fans." The chubby man said proudly. "You're coming after (Y/n) (L/n) right?"

"Ah.... yes." Peter nodded confusedly.

"That's amazing. I ship her with you more than with Jones. Good luck! I hope you get the girl back!" That was the most extra taxi driver Peter ever met.

In your house you stood by the fireplace, listening to sad songs, thinking of how you'll be alone forever. But then you saw a taxi parked in front of your house and Peter got out of it.

"What now..." You groaned exhaustedly then walked out of the house.

Peter Parker was there, running towards you.

"Please. Give me another chance." He begged.

"It's over Peter! Like... over-over! I'm tired of all this!" You shouted back angrily.

"I beg you. Just let me in..." He tried to get inside the house but you shut the door to his face.

"Go! We have no chance! We need to finally accept it!"

"Open the door, please. Let me fix this."

"No! Sike!" You walked back to the fireplace, still hearing his voice begging for you to open up, you raised the volume of the music up and stood there, pretended to be a cold-hearted girl, stronger than yesterday.

It felt like forever but he was still banging on the door, there was no sign of him giving up, you put on an earphone to cut him out.

The thunder groaned louder as the rain poured down hard.

"Thank God. That should chase him away." You muttered to yourself.

On Peter's side he looked up the sky and let the water soak him wet, he had no intention to leave until that door opens up, and he will stand there in front of your house, on the street until it happens.

An hour passed by and you thought he left for good, you sighed out, a little sad but also relieved, then you microwave a pizza for yourself, when you got out of the kitchen and stared out the window,

He was still there.

"Jesus Christ!" You threw your pizza to the table.

🎼Bring the beat in🎼

He stands there like a ghost. Shaking from the rain.

You opened up the door, and said. "Are you insane!?!"

He hugged himself tight and said. "It's been a long six months. And I was too afraid to tell you what I want."

"I told you we're over. For real! Over! I gave you the chance and you just stood there like an idiot every single time and let me go." You got wet too now.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry for everything, I'm sorry for the thing I did with Michelle, too but you need to hear me out! I was drunk and I didn't even know it was her!" Water dripped from his hair, his shirt stuck on his skin.

"Oh and I'm supposed to be okay you slept with other girls?!"

"No! You completely have all rights to be angry. But I realized it all now, I realized it was you all along who I really needed, and I won't fuck this up ever again! I'll stop drinking alcohol! I'll join the rehab for an alcoholic!"

   "Wow so much afford!" You shouted back sarcastically.

"Remember how it used to be?" He asked. "With pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks."

"Of course...?"

"And you know what? I must've lost my mind." He scoffed sadly, taking all the blames with sorry. "When I left you all alone and never told you why."

"..."

"That's how it works. That's how I lost the girl." He admitted with his broken-hearted.

Rains just keep pouring more as all the storms in the sky roared like crazy. But the two of you confusedly stood there fighting in the rain, soaking wet like a scene from a romantic comedy movie.

Peter took a step closer to you as he slicked his wet hair back, his brown eyes looked so bright even when his lashes were dripping water. His face full of hope and the only thing he asked for was forgiveness.

The neighbors were very confused, what the hell are you two doing in the rain?

And even though you were playing hard to get, you can't deny that in the end, you said to yourself,

I don't want you to go.

"Remember how it used to be?" He said again, this time his hands on your cheeks. "With pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks."

And said. "I want you."

And then he said. "I want you for worse or for better. I would wait forever and ever. Broke your heart I'll pull it back together. I want you forever and ever."

And that's how it works, that's how he gets the girl.

And he kissed you in the pouring rain.

That's how it works.

His hands on your waist and his lips on your lips, that kiss was soft, endearing, enchanting and loving, and both of you have missed it for so long.

When he pulled apart you both smiled at each other with your foreheads touched, and it felt like coming home for the both of you.

And then he kneeled down.

Dipping his hands in his pocket, taking out the rings that once belonged to his mother.

"(Y/n) (L/n)."

"Oh my god..."

That's how it works.

"Four words on the tip of my tongue was... Will you marry me?"

That's how you got the girl.

🖤