Liar // Patrick Hockstetter x fem!Reader x Henry Bowers

Twenty-Four 》Off You Go

You laid there half naked. Your tears were slowly stopping, your eyes closed and your wrists had turned blue-ish by now.

Your back was full of dirt from the ground beneath you, a few scratches were added to the one from yesterday, which you had cleaned after you had come home.

Patrick was carefully approaching you. He didn't mean to scare you, so he slowly scrouched down beside you and looked at your body, licking his lips.

'Stupid Patrick!', he thought.

He couldn't think about that stuff right now. The boy needed to somehow comfort you to make you fall for him.

You felt a pair of eyes on you, so you opened your own to see who was staring at you.

When you saw Patrick, you nearly got a heart attack. You wanted to yell at him and blame him for the ending of your relationship, but no...

He couldn't have known about Henry and you. How? No one knew until now.

His plan had probably been to simply tease his friend a bit, because he had thought you were just one of his so called sluts or something.

Well, that's how you explained it to yourself. If Patrick had known that his best friend and you had been a couple, he sure as hell wouldn't have said that, right? Right!

And when he had heard Henry's responses, he had simply not been able to respond, so he'd just stuck to the text he had in mind.

"What an asshole...", he mumbled, laughing to himself and looking down at you. You slowly shook your head.

"Too early. Got it, Doll. Now let's do something to get you fucking distracted, hm?", he winked, causing you to force a small smile onto your lips.

Why was he being so nice to you? Now, he had to know that you had feelings for Henry. What was his plan if he knew you were already head over heels about another guy?

Did he really just want to comfort you? Win your heart, like he had said?

He wasted no time getting back up and pulling his shirt off. Your eyes widened when you realized that your gaze had fallen onto his torso for a split second.

He wasn't the most muscular guy, but you could already see that while he had clothes on.

Yes, he was strong and could easily overpower most of the teenagers in Derry, but his muscles weren't showing that much.

You actually liked the bodies of boys who weren't ripped as fuck. No matter whether it was a cute dad bod, a simple skinny body or a mixture of both.

Patrick looked exactly how you would expect him to look like, his bone structure was noticeable, his chest small, but slightly toned and his upper body all in all more slim-ish.

You stared at his face, trying not to care about how he looked anywhere lower than that, but when he bend over to push his pants down, you obviously followed his movements.

Out of pure reflex. You still liked Henry and you weren't going to take glances at his friend right after he left.

It wouldn't make sense. How would someone be able to just move on that simple? Was it even true love if it would be that easy?

The tall boy smiled down at you and held his hand out for you to grab it.

You did so and were pulled up by him. And when you landed on your feet, you backed away from him.

It wasn't in any of your desire to stand near the boy, who was only wearing his boxers while you were in only your undergarments.

His hand let go of your's and brushed his hair back. Your eyes followed his arm and watched his muscles move when he raised it.