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

Twenty-Five 》A Real Man

You didn't return the kiss. But you slapped him. "What the fuck?!", you yelled.

He briefly catched your hand when you were about to lower it again. "Oh come on! What did Henry give you that I can't fucking give you?!", he exclaimed.

You stopped your movement and glared at Patrick whilst thinking. You really liked Henry... that's the only big difference between the two of them.

He and you had spent more time together. But overall, they both were natural assholes, bullies, had apologized, didn't hurt you anymore and had told you, that they wanted you to be with them.

Well, the thing about not hurting you wasn't correct anymore. Henry had just done it.

"He's not as big of a fucking douchebag as you are. He is treating me correctly and is genuinely nice to me!", you responded, knowing damn well, that around 2/3 of your answer were useless.

"And I'm not?", he questioned eagerly, glancing down at you in anger.

"N-No! Three days ago you weren't even accepting me in your vicinity and then you- you suddenly started being nice to me!

Like I wouldn't notice that you sat up some lousy ass act! Though I must praise your skills, because sometimes I really thought you weren't the asshole I remembered."

"You're full of shit, [Y/n]. I didn't hurt you for weeks, now what does that say about my feelings and behavior?!", he spat out.

You didn't know the answer to this, but he did. That was all just him, trying to get you into falling in love with him.

He had figured out how he could get to you and that was through showing you that he cared about you.

You were easy to trick.

You just admitted how he had succeeded in making you believe he had gotten better and really liked you.

Although when he gave it some thoughts, he actually did. He liked you body very much.

And your looks in general. Your style, how you wore your hair, how you talked and expressed your love to Henry.

He liked to see you scared, that was just what his sick mind needed.

But seeing you laughing at his jokes or being happy because of what he did, satisfied him as well.

Still, he knew, that he didn't love you or had a crush on you. He wanted a girlfriend and it should be a girl, that would put up with him.

Well, you were perfect for that role. Nothing more, but a solution for fulfilling his needs.

"Just three days ago you had me on the ground in front of that fucking grocery store, remember?!"

"But did I do something to you?!"

You went silent. He... didn't? Patrick had not hurt you at all and when you thought about the last encounters with the Bowers Gang, you noticed that he hadn't hurt you in quite a while.

You looked up at him in confusion. "B-But I'm with Henry. He- He just needs to calm down and then he and I will talk about things...", you mumbled, tears welling up in your eyes.

"He just left you here. With me! Do you really think he cares? All he did was play you to get into your pants.", he spoke softly as he lifted his hand to your head.

You jerked away a little before he had touched you, but his motion didn't stop until he had reached your cheek.

Again, your cries broke loose and you leaned your face into his touch.

Careful not to disturb you, he wiped away your tears and pulled you into his arms. You face was laying on his chest as his warmth radiated around you.

You were surprised by how good he could comfort you and how calm and soft he was.

His left hand fiddled with your hair while his other hand rubbed up and down your wet back.

"He- I thought he liked me..."

A sigh escaped Patrick's lips. "I know.", he stated, looking down to you once more as he pushed you slightly back, "But you deserve better than him."

Shortly after, a sigh erupted from your lips. He smirked when he felt your heartbeat pick up.

"I'd never treat you like that...", he whispered. "Patrick, I know what kind of game you're playing. Probably the same as Henry.", you stated calmly.

"No.", he began to stroke your cheek again. "No, no, no, [Y/n]. I want you to be with me.

Be my girlfriend, so we both could treat each other right."

You blushed. He was so open about everything, but a part of you still thought, that he was playing it all.

"You really aren't lying, are you? It seems so not you to be that kind.", you wanted to know, eyeing him suspiciously.

"I'm not.", he grinned, "But don't expect me to be like this for the rest of your fucking life. I'm also just trying to get the girl of my dreams."

What a charmer. And a liar.

Your face turned even redder before a stupid grin tugged on your lips, which you held back with all your heart.

Something inside of you told you, that you shouldn't be so careless and blindly believe this son of a bitch, but you decided against that something and sent him an unsure smile.

He gave you a reassuring one in return... Even if Patrick was lying to you, you liked the idea of someone truly liking or loving you without hesitating to show it too much to care.

So, you promised yourself to not get too attached to him in the first place. But you would let him get closer to you.

Not very close yet. You still weren't over Henry. But he was definitely welcome to be your friend or someone to meet up with if he kept being nice.

Somehow, since your heartbroken self was too dense and confused by the break-up, you couldn't see through Patrick's behavior and found comfort and safety within him.

"So, what do you think? Wanna go out with a real man?", he chuckled, letting his hand slide down your cheek before placing it on your lower back and pulling you towards him.

His middle was nearly rubbing against your's, so you tried your best to unnoticeable keep a decent distance between the two of you.

Although Patrick subconsciously drew you closer every second.

"I- Well, I think I will need m-my time to let everything sink and clear my mind. Get o-over you know who...", you said, suddenly stuttering again.

"Don't let me wait for too long.", he grinned teasingly as he gave you a quick forehead kiss and pulled you with him.

You were walking in silence, got dressed in silence and he ended up bringing you home in the same comfortable silence.

Sometimes he'd drop a joke or a pick-up line, but you didn't work that way. And that's what made him go wild.

He wanted you to work with him, so he had to find out how your mind was functioning.

On the inside, you were thinking. If you would let him wait for a slightly big amount of time, would he just move on and leave you alone to yourself.

So you would only have your brothers and Richie again? Maybe Beverly?

But they weren't really your friends and you weren't planning on coming between the friendship of your brother and the kids his age...