Patrick Hockstetter- the angel of death- X reader

4- what i thought would be a quiet night

I awoke with a start in the middle of the night, I rolled over to the side and checked my alarm clock , 2:34 gleamed wildly at me in the dark. "Fuck..." I groaned annoyed,
Then I hear it again, a heavy rap on my window,
"The fuck?" I mutter and get up, grabbing my red silk dressing gown

As all I was wearing was an old shirt and a pair of cotton shorts,
I wrap the gown around me and head towards my vaguely see through white lace curtains,
I see a figure crouching on the old oak tree outside of our house. Leaning one hand on the window frame and one hand poised to knock again-
I hear the rapping again and say,
"Yeah, I'm coming. I'm coming"

"Bout time- been knocking for what seems like 10 minutes." An all to familiar voice says, and yet I couldn't quite place it, until I swept the curtains to the side to reveal on of my some what 'captors',
Crouching out side my bedroom window, was Patrick.
"Jesus Christ Patrick!- it's the middle of the night." I exclaimed annoyed
"So?" He notices my clothing and smirks, "you Weren't asleep this early were you?"
"No." I lie (badly)
"Pfft- yeah right. Let me in already."he says leaning forward
I'm about to protest but he's already pushing past me and is in my room.
"Wow. Looks different from what I remember.." he says, crossing his arms.
"I close the window and shut the curtains,
"Wait... What!?!" I whisper shout
This just makes him laugh,
"It's nothing personal"
He sees the look on my face and bursts out laughing.
"I'm only fucking joking y/n!"
I give a desperate shushing motion by raising my finger to my lips,
He puts his hands up in defence and mouths, "alright. Alright."
"Why you here anyway?" I say crossing my arms over my chest.
Patrick eyes my up and down which makes me feel slightly uncomfortable and warm.
"Well??" I ask
He snaps out of his 'daydream' and says,
"Just wanted to see how you were doing from earlier"
"I'm fine." I say plainly
He sits down at the end of my bed and says "let me see"
I cross my arms in defence,
"Uh uh" I say in protest but Patrick grabs my waist and pulls me on his lap, as I fall on him I clasp my arms around his neck to stop myself from toppling which angers me more than I should.
"Get off me!" I protest.
Patrick ignores me non the less.
He (surprisingly) gently unties my robe, I do struggle to leave his forceful embrace but give up soon because it was no use. I was starting to realise this a lot more clearly now- nothing ever worked with Patrick: he always has to be in full control, and plus I was useless to protest anyway.
He lifts the bottom of my shirt up midway and I flush with embarrassment at his cold,gently touch. He removes the bandage, making the spot where it was to become cold at first but with the realisation of Patrick close compact body with mine immediately feels warm again.He tosses the bandage with a swift throw onto my nearby dresser, totally in a daze.
With one hand he holds the shirt above the cuts, with the other he is tracing around the cuts with his index and middle finger.
I wince at the slight sting but if Patrick sees or hears he doesn't stop.
His fingers move from the rim of the cut to onto the actual markings, causing a new array of sensations, not just pain.
The cut opens slightly more and a small trickle of blood seeps out onto Patricks long index finger and he lifts it up and gazed at it curiously, he stays like this for a good minute. I don't do or say anything, cause what could I do??
He suddenly licks the blood from his finger and raises his eyebrow and smirks and looks me in the eye,
"Mmm- sweet." He says grinning like it was the most normal thing in the world to do.
I must look shocked because Patrick chuckles and shakes his head, making his hair wave a little.
"Go get another bandage kitten." He says, dismissing me almost,
"Kitten?" I say to him in disbelief as I stand up and head over to my dresser and open the bottom cabinet where I keep my medical supplies. I grab the antiseptic and cotton balls and a new roll of bandage.
I was surprised as I sat back down on the bed that Patrick insisted that he clean it him self.
I winced as he applied the anti-septic but that was all the pain I felt.
And He managed to rap the bandage around my lower stomach with ease.
"You could be quite the doctor you know?" I say to him.
Patrick scrunches up his nose and puts the lid on the anti septic.
" I couldn't be bothered." He tightens the lid with substantial force that I was pretty sure I would never be able to get it of again.
"I think people should learn to look after themselves. You should never depend on others. You'll just end up getting hurt." He says with a sort of fiery passion. I give he an eyebrow raise like he gave me,
" If you think people should take care of themselves.. then why are YOU here then??" I say crossing my arms.
He grins and picks up the medical supplies that's been scattered across my bed and goes and puts them back in the cupboard where I retrieved them. He then leans on the wall and crosses his arms- identical
To mine.
" ahh." He says grinning, " well you're a special case." He stops leaning and takes a few steps forward towards me, arms still crossed.
"I am?" I say confused
His grin widens, "yes. Yes you are.
I think people should learn to take care of themselves but you obviously can't." I open my mouth in protest but he Interrupts.
"And we can't have our newest member being ill now can we?"
I look at him befuddled and shrug my shoulders confused.
He walks forward yet again and uncrosses his arms, he sits beside me and starts to mindlessly play with my hair.
I stare ahead mindlessly not sure if I should say anything but then Patrick signs and let's go of the section of my h/c hair he was aimlessly twisting.
"..Well... get some sleep y/n, you've got a long day tomorrow."
He looks at me with his unsettling sea green eyes that make me blush profusely in a very short amount of time,
"Why will I have a long day?" I ask frowning with legitimate confusion.
Patrick smirks and grabs my left hand and gives it a tight squeeze and we stand up together, I don't think it was meant to hurt. I think it was Patrick own way of showing me comfort, and apology perhaps?
"Trust me. You should sleep whilst you can. There won't be many more early nights for you anymore." He grinned again
I'm not sure what reaction he expects me to have so I just smile at him, and he gives me a slight smile back.
I look down to see if he is actually holding me hand still; he is.
Could all of this be a dream.
For some reason, I really hope it isn't.
I look up from our clasped hands into his blue/green eyes seeing an unfamiliar soft hue.
I smile at him a little more and he smiles back again.
I like this version of Patrick.
"You know, you should smile more." I breathe to Patrick,
He raises his eyebrows and goes,
"Why?.??.." uncertainty,
"Your eyes shimmer when you smile.
They're such a beautiful colour.."
He gives me a sideways smile with a modest amount of surprise,
I smile back repeating our earlier smiling phase it doesn't last for more than 5 seconds before he suddenly advances towards be I don't even know what's happening until I realise our bodies are touching, our lips are attached.
My eyes are wide in shock whilst Patrick's are closed.
It sort of felt like time stopped, everything stopped except for the two of us. Everything was bending to our will. My heart gave a flutter as Patrick kept on with his continuous kissing. It sort of felt like he didn't want to let go. Like he didn't want to let me go. But surly Patrick of all people would be a romantic?
Of course not who was I kidding.
It wasn't how I always imagined it would be, or read or seen but I guess it never would have been.
This close contact with him was making her heart flutter about her chest desperate to cling on to him and go never let go.
But I knew I would have to restrain myself, I couldn't get attached to Patrick.
"Oh- you only live once y/n" I think to myself.
I suddenly regain my composure, I found my knees nearly ready to buckle, almost faint that's when I kissed him back.
Heat rose from my stomach to my chest in an instant, it was unusual to be this close to someone.He parted his lips and I felt a rush of warmth spread through all of her body an
Ecstasy of new feelings. My whole body tingled with warmth: the invisible, vaguely painless flame.
My hands found there way into his supervising soft dark chocolate hair, whilst his hands wandered, with minds of there own.
But our time was short lived, all of a sudden I heard the light switch click in the hall way outside my room, panic flooded through me from head to toe.
If my father found out Patrick was here or even the fact I was awake at this time he would make me pay for it substantially.
His footsteps echoed loudly on the wooden floor.
Patrick noticed and seemed to realise what would happen if I was caught we parted lips and he gave me one of his tilted smiles,I returned it with an exasperated and yet friendly smile, and shooed him out the window with my worried eyes.
He planted a harder kiss on my lips this time and broke away with a smile. He took one of his substantial strides towards the window and dismissed himself with a smirk at me and jumped to the harder bellow.
I leaped into bed and pulled the silk covers up to my head just as my father opened the door.
I closed my eyes and prayed he didn't know I was awake.
The fear of going to school with bruises on my face on only my second day of a new school was frankly embarrassing and rumour worthy.
My fathers heavy breathing echoed around my room a few minutes passed that felt like eternities until I heard the door thud in a quiet manner, well quiet for a thud at least.
I let another minuet pass and got out of bed and crept to the open window.
"Patrick?" I whisper shouted
"Patrick? I repeated again
I heard a low chuckle somewhere in the dark garden
"I'm here." His darkly melodious voice.
"Well I don't know where 'here' is... but I just wondered if you had gone yet...." I said in a fashion of trailing off.
" do you really think I would go without saying goodbye?" He says gently but with a hidden edge to his tone.
The wind ruffled my hair in the slight mood change,
Truly I did think he would leave with our saying goodbye- he didn't seem the type of person to exchange pleasantries and goodbyes but I knew new that Patrick wasn't someone to argue with.
"No.." I breathed
At this post I could almost hear his smirk,
" we'll be here in the morning" he adds
"We?" I ask, I hoped he didn't mean what I thought he did.
" me an' the guys." Patrick says, sounding obvious.
"Ahhh" I say feigning obliviousness.
Shit- I thought internally. I truly didn't know how he would act in front of his friends compared to when we were alone.
" I'll.. umm... see you tomorrow then." I say
" you can count on it sweetheart... by y/n" He says.
I hear the footsteps as he jogs away into the compelling darkness the now surrounds all of Derry, Maine.
I step back from the window and collapse on my bed. Thank god my father wouldn't be in in the morning, he would never give up a chance to escape to a hunting trip with an old friend for a week. At least this left me alone with our him. Well- I expected that Patrick would probably come over- he was to bring the other guys I didn't infect know. All I new at that time was if any of them came over I was to lock the alcohol cabinet quick and hide the key. I'd already seen them sober, I wouldn't like to find out what they were like drunk

"What. The . Hell.- what a fucking day."I sigh, before trying to escape into the unlimited less world of sleep yet again, only to find myself dreaming of the boy with dark brown hair and soft lips.