❨ MISTAKES LIKE THIS ❩

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I HOPE YOU CATCH ME

WHEN I LAND

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“hockstetter, can we talk?” henry's voice causes the lanky boy to jump as he gently shuts y/n's room door.

his heart pounds a bit in his chest as he nods, following the mullet wearing boy to another room.

the both of them sit on the messy bed, staring at the ground in an attempt to keep things from being awkward.

“i'm not... i'm not trying to take advantage of her.”

“i know.”

patrick plops backwards onto the bed, his hair sprawling everywhere. he lets out a long sigh.

“i knew you'd be the first one to go soft in the gang but i didn't know it'd be because of my cousin.” henry chuckles as the dark haired boy slaps him in the chest.

the room goes silent once again, patrick letting out a deep sigh.

“i’m scared.” he finally let's the words fall past his lips, “god, i really fucking like her, henry. i wanna call her mine but i can't—i don't want to ruin her. she's so beautiful, so kind and i'm just...me.”

the mullet wearing boy chuckles a bit, head shaking softly.

“you ain't gonna ruin her. that girl's been through so much, pat. ain't nothing you can do worse than what's already happened to her.”

“you're just saying that—”

“i promise i'm not. even when you two we're fighting, anytime someone mentioned your name she couldn't help but beam. y/n needs you; you two complete each other.”

at the sound of henry's encouragement a sudden spark erupts within the pale, blue eyed boy. he was ecstatic.

he was going to make

y/n m/n y/l/n his.

“thanks, bowers.” he grins a genuine grin, one that reaches his eyes. henry bowers sends the tall boy a close-mouthed smile and nod, shooing him out of the room.

“oh and patrick?” the boy calls before his friend has completely left the room. patrick raises an eyebrow, willing him to continue, “hurt my cousin and i won't hesitate to chop your dick off.”

the hockstetter boy agrees, eyes wide as he rushes out of the room. as he walks by y/n's room he hears the shower running, a smirk coming onto his face as he gently opens her door and plops himself on her bed.

he sits there for what seems like forever, scanning every nook and cranny in her darkly lit room.

his ears perk up at the sound of the pipes grunting as she shuts off the water.

the bathroom door creaks open, revealing a wet haired y/n wrapped in a towel. at the sight of the boy sitting comfortably at the edge of her bed, she lets out a squeal.

patrick would've laughed if he wasn't so keen on staring at her body, little droplets of water falling from her hair and onto her chest.

“my eyes are up here, 'trick.” she giggles, rolling her eyes a bit at how much of a boy he was.

“sorry.” he mumbles, cheeks turning a soft pink color.

“it's fine.” she mumbles, eyes locking with his for a split second before she turns and begins to grab some clothes to change into.

“are you feeling okay?” the long haired boy asks, getting up and standing behind her. his chin rests perfectly on her shoulder, brown locks of hair tickling her neck and causing her to shiver.

“yes, why?” she pulls away, beginning to make her way back to the bathroom. patrick makes it there before her, his talk figure blocking her way in.

“you're pouting.”

“am not.”

he chuckles at her childishness, arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her close.

“come on, lil’ bit, i've known you long enough to be able to tell when something's going on.”

the y/e/c eyed female sighs, practically melting in his arms as they stare at one another.

“i just—i woke up and you weren't there so i thought that maybe...nevermind, it's stupid. move so i can change.”

he shakes his head, playfully

pinching her side.

“tell me.”

“you staying last night meant a lot to me, okay? and when i woke up and you weren't by my side i thought that was your way of saying you didn't want t-to be...with me.” the more she speaks the more stupid she thinks she sounds, and by the time the shorter female has finished she let's her body slump against patrick's, awaiting his response.

he holds her tighter than he ever has before, squeezing his eyes shut for a second before letting out a deep breath.

now was his chance.

“i do wanna be with you.” he hears y/n's breath hitch in her throat, her head moving from his chest so she can look him in those beautiful blue eyes.

“what?” she whispers, wanting to hear him say it again. she needed that confirmation.

“i want this,” he motions between the two of them, “to work out. i want to be with you. i want to be able to call you mine and for you to call me yours.”

y/n can't help the huge smile that takes on her soft features, a sigh of relief falling past her lips as she pushes herself onto her toes, grabbing his face and pulling him into a passionate kiss.

patrick doesn't waste any time in kissing her back, his long fingers grasping tightly onto the towel that covers her small frame.

after a few seconds she pulls away, lightly shoving as his chest.

“let me get changed, okay?”

☆

“so about the other night…” victor awkwardly coughs as him, patrick, y/n, and belch sit in the car waiting for henry to come out of the convenience store.

“what about it?” patrick wrinkles his nose as he speaks due to y/n messing with the golden framed glasses resting lightly on his nose.

the couple and victor were seated in the back, patrick sitting sideways with his feet resting on the blonde boy's lap. y/n was sitting between his legs, feet resting on top of his.

“belch told me that you and i uh, kissed.” it was very obvious that the blonde boy was uncomfortable, but if he didn't bring it up now he knew he never would.

the female on patrick's lap giggles, remembering that night as if it happened just hours ago.

“oh yeah you guys did. tongue and all. it was kinda hot, not gonna lie.” the y/s/c skinned female wiggles her eyebrows, earning a pinch on the thigh from patrick.

victor criss can't help but blush, the thought of kissing another boy seeming somewhat intriguing to him.

“oh okay, cool. i mean not cool as in i liked kissing you, wait that was mean, i did like kissing you. wait no—”

“you're adorable, vic. you know if i wasn't so keen on lil’ bit, i might've considered bein’ with you.” patrick chuckles, winking at the skinny boy.

y/n smiles at victor as well, noticing the blush that starts all the way from the bottom of his neck.

she opens her mouth to say something to him, but before she can the car door opens and henry hops in, throwing the bag of cigarettes onto her lap.

“drive.”

a/n: special thanks to for motivating me to get back into writing! also, the photo shown above is an example of the type of glasses i imagine patrick wearing in this chapter.