Better
Title: Better
Summary: It would take time, but Patrick was determined to get Pete better.
Author: clairejw
Pairing: Subtle Peterick
Rating: PG
Warnings: One swear word/
Disclaimer: If this is true, then Patrick is hiding under my bed. To my knowledge, this has never happened. I don’t know OR own Pete or Patrick (much to my dismay). This is purely a work of my imagination.
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Patrick just didn’t know now to get through to Pete. Endless compliments didn’t work; Pete had worked himself up so much that he was in a state where he didn’t believe anything nice anyone said. Whilst Patrick couldn’t understand why Pete didn’t believe that he was the most genuine and honest person Patrick had ever met, he could understand that there was something going on in Pete’s mind that didn’t allow him to believe it.
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Patrick found Pete on the couch with his notebook and his legs tucked underneath him.
“Pete.” He said. Pete glanced up and allowed a small smile to grace his lips before he turned his attention back to the notebook.
“Hey Trick.” His hoodie was virtually engulfing his entire body, his left hand not even visible. Patrick cautiously placed himself on the couch next to Pete.
“Working on some new lyrics?” He asked. Pete nodded and shifted himself closer to Patrick.
“Trick?” He questioned.
“Yeh?”
“Can I have a hug?” Pete chewed on his bottom lip nervously. Patrick grinned and pulled Pete towards him and into his lap, hugging him tightly. Pete’s arms wrapped around Patrick’s waist and he buried his head in the crook of Patrick’s neck.
“Pete, you know I’m always here for you, right?”
“I know, thanks Patrick.” The two stayed in the same position long after the sun went down and the room darkened.
“Don’t thank me Pete. It’s not a chore or an obligation to help you. I WANT to help you, more than I want anything else.” Patrick’s voice was hoarse from hours of not being used.
“I don’t deserve you.” Pete mumbled.
“Yes, you do.” Patrick said. He shifted so that he was looking into Pete’s eyes. “And you don’t have to ask for hugs, just grab me anytime. Even if it’s three in the morning. Anytime you need me, I’m here.”
“I don’t deserve you.” Pete repeated, his eyes brimming with tears. Patrick kissed the bassist on the cheek and tugged the hood of his jacket over his head.
“I love you in this.” He said, fiddling with the cords. There was no point arguing the fact that Pete DID deserve Patrick- he deserved so much more than Patrick could give him. Pete needed to realise it himself in order to believe it.
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Sure enough, at two forty five the next morning, the door to Patrick’s room opened and Pete slowly padded across the room, sitting on the edge of Patrick’s bed.
“C’mere.” Patrick murmured, lifting back the covers.
“I just want to sit here, is that ok?” Pete asked.
“Of course it is. Do you want to talk?” Patrick asked, sitting up sleepily. Pete drew a deep, shaky breath.
“I’m scared, Patrick.”
“Scared of what?”
“Waking up one morning and realising this has all been a dream. Realising that you don’t exist, that you’re just someone my mind created in order to deal with all my shit.” Pete whispered, curling into a ball at the end of Patrick’s bed.
“I’m pretty sure I exist, Pete.” Patrick said.
“Can I sleep in here?” Pete asked, crawling up the bed before settling himself in next to Patrick.
“Of course you can.” Patrick stretched out his arms and allowed Pete to lie close. Pete pressed a gentle kiss to Patrick’s neck.
“Thanks, Patrick.”
“Stop thanking me.” Patrick said. “Try to get some sleep, yeh?” Pete nodded closed his eyes, allowing sleep to overtake his body. It would take time, but Patrick was determined to get Pete better.
Summary: It would take time, but Patrick was determined to get Pete better.
Author: clairejw
Pairing: Subtle Peterick
Rating: PG
Warnings: One swear word/
Disclaimer: If this is true, then Patrick is hiding under my bed. To my knowledge, this has never happened. I don’t know OR own Pete or Patrick (much to my dismay). This is purely a work of my imagination.
--
Patrick just didn’t know now to get through to Pete. Endless compliments didn’t work; Pete had worked himself up so much that he was in a state where he didn’t believe anything nice anyone said. Whilst Patrick couldn’t understand why Pete didn’t believe that he was the most genuine and honest person Patrick had ever met, he could understand that there was something going on in Pete’s mind that didn’t allow him to believe it.
--
Patrick found Pete on the couch with his notebook and his legs tucked underneath him.
“Pete.” He said. Pete glanced up and allowed a small smile to grace his lips before he turned his attention back to the notebook.
“Hey Trick.” His hoodie was virtually engulfing his entire body, his left hand not even visible. Patrick cautiously placed himself on the couch next to Pete.
“Working on some new lyrics?” He asked. Pete nodded and shifted himself closer to Patrick.
“Trick?” He questioned.
“Yeh?”
“Can I have a hug?” Pete chewed on his bottom lip nervously. Patrick grinned and pulled Pete towards him and into his lap, hugging him tightly. Pete’s arms wrapped around Patrick’s waist and he buried his head in the crook of Patrick’s neck.
“Pete, you know I’m always here for you, right?”
“I know, thanks Patrick.” The two stayed in the same position long after the sun went down and the room darkened.
“Don’t thank me Pete. It’s not a chore or an obligation to help you. I WANT to help you, more than I want anything else.” Patrick’s voice was hoarse from hours of not being used.
“I don’t deserve you.” Pete mumbled.
“Yes, you do.” Patrick said. He shifted so that he was looking into Pete’s eyes. “And you don’t have to ask for hugs, just grab me anytime. Even if it’s three in the morning. Anytime you need me, I’m here.”
“I don’t deserve you.” Pete repeated, his eyes brimming with tears. Patrick kissed the bassist on the cheek and tugged the hood of his jacket over his head.
“I love you in this.” He said, fiddling with the cords. There was no point arguing the fact that Pete DID deserve Patrick- he deserved so much more than Patrick could give him. Pete needed to realise it himself in order to believe it.
--
Sure enough, at two forty five the next morning, the door to Patrick’s room opened and Pete slowly padded across the room, sitting on the edge of Patrick’s bed.
“C’mere.” Patrick murmured, lifting back the covers.
“I just want to sit here, is that ok?” Pete asked.
“Of course it is. Do you want to talk?” Patrick asked, sitting up sleepily. Pete drew a deep, shaky breath.
“I’m scared, Patrick.”
“Scared of what?”
“Waking up one morning and realising this has all been a dream. Realising that you don’t exist, that you’re just someone my mind created in order to deal with all my shit.” Pete whispered, curling into a ball at the end of Patrick’s bed.
“I’m pretty sure I exist, Pete.” Patrick said.
“Can I sleep in here?” Pete asked, crawling up the bed before settling himself in next to Patrick.
“Of course you can.” Patrick stretched out his arms and allowed Pete to lie close. Pete pressed a gentle kiss to Patrick’s neck.
“Thanks, Patrick.”
“Stop thanking me.” Patrick said. “Try to get some sleep, yeh?” Pete nodded closed his eyes, allowing sleep to overtake his body. It would take time, but Patrick was determined to get Pete better.