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

Thirty-Eight 》Breakfast

"So, what do you do in your free time, Patrick? Any plans for your future?", your mother asked kindly, cutting open her soft-boiled egg.

Your boyfriend was currently stuffing his mouth with a sandwich and didn't even pay attention to your mom while still trying to look kind of decent for her sake.

His head turned towards her, a grin on his lips and the bread still between his teeth.

He bit down and pulled it away from his face, chewing it as your mother waited patiently for him to reply.

Meanwhile, she was handing out some milk to Ben and Mike, a slight smile placed on her features.

She was proud of you. Finally, you were becoming a woman. With an alright-looking partner and a new start at school.

"Yeah, Patrick, what do you do in your free time?", Richie questioned, eying the boy with a death stare.

The losers had made sure that they sat as far away from him as possible, meaning in the end Eddie was forced to take place next to the long-haired kid.

Patrick shot your mother a charming grin before he answered: "I like to go out, walk through Derry and its woods, ya know? Calms the nerves and sets a good mood."

His eyes flickered over to you, then to your brother and then back to her.

"I gotta admit, I don't have any plan of what to become, but my grades are good so far. No worries about your daughter's future husband's job.", he winked.

And somehow, he got her to totally fall for these lies. The only true thing he mentioned was the fact that his grades were good.

They always have been great and I didn't even know how. He never learned, didn't even attend to lessons regularly.

Your assumption was that he threatened the teachers. Although that would have been pretty hard with our old history teacher, that man had literally been built like a wall.

Strong chest, strong biceps, thick thighs and a full and fluffy beard. He had been kind and had had the personality of an angel, but he would have never let himself get treated like all the other people in school.

He would've never scrumbled infront of Patrick, Henry or their two friends.

So, how he passed his school years would probably stay a mystery for ever. You guessed.

Eddie snortet slightly in disbelief, forgetting that the boy he feared so much was sitting right beside him.

Without your or your mother's notice, Patrick pulled out his lighter and held it under the hand of the younger boy, which was hidden underneath the table.

When your eyes wandered to Eddie's panicked face shortly after and you saw him gulp, you quickly searched for any indicator of danger.

And you quickly found one. Before Patrick could burn the poor boy's hand with his fire, you tugged at his other arm, causing him to fall back into the rest of his chair.

He looked at you bewildered, but you just glared at him. Couldn't he behave for once?!

•<>•<>•<>•

After the little incident at today's breakfast, you had made sure to leave as soon as possible.

First, you had pulled Patrick with you while walking into your room. Then, you had smashed the door close and now you were standing right infront of him.

He had sat himself onto your bed.

"Patrick,", you sighed, "why would you think it is a good idea to burn Eddie's hand?!"

You saw him holding back a smile. And it was making you crazy, why would he smile at that? Then, you remembered that the Hockstetter boy you knew wasn't the Hockstetter boy everyone else in Derry knew.

"He was... laughing... at me?", he responded, his voice swinging in confusion as he went with the most solid answer he could think of.

"Oh, come on. You would've done it even if he had just looked at you.", you remarked. "Then why are you questioning me? You certainly knew what you were getting youself into with me!"

"God, I can't believe you're that stupid! These kids down there are my friends.

If you can't at least stop yourself from hurting them, maybe we shouldn't be with one another at all.", you stated, looking towards the floor.

But you quickly found your posture again. You were in the right and you knew it. Somehow.

"I don't want them to get hurt.", you said, raising your chin ever so slightly as you locked eyes with Patrick.

Obviously, you weren't trying to mock him or set him in place, but you wanted him to understand that you were completely serious about this topic.

"Now listen to me, you fucking bitch!", he hissed, glaring at you.

"Before you were with that hot-headed piece of walking daddy issues, you may have cared. But afterwards, you completely ignored them. Always hanging around Henry, weren't you?!

You aren't afraid of me hurting them! If so, you would've asked me to stop days ago! What you're afraid of is them hating you, because you are with me.

And that's on you, because you chose this."

"Motherfucker.", you gasped, your tone rising, "Of course I care about what happens to them. They are all like family to me."

He stared at you, his eyes not showing any sign of anger or irritation.

"Because they were the only ones who didn't treat you like some piece of shit. Now, if you actually spend some time to think about it, do you really want to hang around a group of little kids instead of me?", he raised his eyebrows in amusement.

"Right now? Yes.", you mumbled and turned around.

"Stay the fuck here!", he spoke, his voice booming around the walls of your room even though it wasn't even that deep or loud.

You continued your way towards your door, since you really wanted to go to Eddie and apologize. And you decided to have a talk with all of the losers to set things right again.

But your journey was apparently not destined to continue.

Shortly after a less loud 'Hey' had left Patrick's mouth - without making you stop - he wrapped his arms around you and forced you to stay in his tight hug.

"I didn't mean to upset you.", he whispered into your ear, leaning onto your shoulder to calm you both down.

Before you could reply, he spoke up again. "I simply don't want you to put them above me, I need you to stay with me. Okay, sweet cheeks?"

A stupidly cute grin appeared on his mouth at the end of his last sentence.

"Wouldn't want to dream of a world in which you aren't my girl anymore."

Now, a small smile tugged on your's too. "I was afraid it'd come to this conversation. I wouldn't have turned the lighter on, you know that. You know me.

I wouldn't have done it. For you."

"Sorry...", you mumbled, feeling guilty about simply assuming he would still hurt the Losers Club if not with Henry.

Of course he wouldn't! He loved you and he didn't want to hurt your feelings. Why had you been so fast to judge him?

You should've thought about it a bit more. At least that was what you were telling yourself right now.

You didn't even realize how Patrick tricked you into thinking you were wrong. You didn't even realize that this was all a lie.

Nor did you realize how insanely unhealthy this was...