IT: Bowers gang x female reader

Chapter 4

I walked to the front door. The sun had already set and the moon was starting to shine. I hope this was late enough for my dad to either be asleep or be drunk enough to not notice me. I reached for my keys and unlocked the door. I looked over at Patrick who was hiding behind a tree. I walked in slowly and quietly to the living room. My dad wasn't in his chair so that meant he was asleep. I ran back over to the door and motioned him to come in. He got up slowly and tried to walk but it was more like a limp. How did he hurt his leg too? Once he got into the house, I helped him up the stairs. 

"You have to shower first before you come into my room." Of course I didn't want his sewer smell to stink up my room. My smell wasn't as bad as his, so I didn't have to shower. 

"I need clothing first. That would be nice." Shit he was right. He did need clothes. Wait did he need boxers as well?

"Uhm, if you don't mind me asking but... do you need any... uhm..." I started to trail off. How was I supposed to ask this. 

"Just give me a shirt and pants. I don't suppose you have any boxers laying around. If you did though that would be nice." He winked at me when he said the last part. 

I led him to the bathroom. I sat him down on the toilet. I had to properly clean his cuts. I also have to bandage it. I told him to stay still while I got everything out. 

"Ok Patrick this is going to sting a little." I warned him. 

I put the tag with the cleaner on his open cut. 

"AHH-" I slapped my mouth over his hand. 

"Patrick you NEED to stay quiet! If my dad wakes up he's going to first kill me then YOU! So please just stay quiet, I know it hurts but please do it for me." I pleaded with him. I couldn't have my dad wake up. I still kept my hand over his mouth just in case. 

I continued to clean his wounds. I went over this one stop that was really messy. I went over it a second time and I felt a vibration on my hand that was over his mouth. At first I was concerned because I thought I hurt him. I glanced over at his face and saw his eyes half lidded. Then I realized that he wasn't in pain. He had moaned. I blushed at this. I needed to hurry up. I can't have a horny teen sleeping in MY room. I quickly finished.

"Okay Patrick I finished. Once you finish showering I'll bandage you." 

"Just get out. Unless you want to watch me shower." He had that shit eating smirk on his face again. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Calm down there Patrick. The shampoo is already in the shower. I'll get the clothes and drop them off." He nodded at him, and I walked out. 

I searched my closet for anything for him to wear. I had some oversized clothing that my brother gave to me before he moved away. Good I didn't need him in my life anymore, but at least his clothes came in handy. I found a dark green shirt and some grey sweatpants. Now... he does most likely need underwear. Of course I don't have any, but my dad does. He's a few inches taller than Patrick, so maybe his underwear would fit? I think my dad bought a new pair. I can't believe I'm doing this. Especially for Patrick of all people. 

I slowly crept down the hall to my dads room. I slowly opened the door. I heard him snoring. That's good that he was in a deep sleep. I crept over to his closet. I rummaged around looking for the new pack he just bought. Then bingo! I found them. I carefully picked them up and crept back over to the door. I quietly closed it. Just to make sure I put my ear next to the door to listen in. Phew he was still snoring. I walked back over to the bathroom. I had grabbed his shirt and pants. I knocked on the door. 

"Hey uh.. Patrick I have your clothes. Also I have a towel ready for you." I listened closely for a reply.

"Good thanks. Just put it on the counter... unless you want to see me naked." It didn't take a genius to know he was smirking. 

I opened up the door and put everything on the counter. I closed the door again and went back to my room. I decided to change my clothes considering they smell like shit. I looked to see what I could wear. I settled on a somewhat tight navy blue shirt and black shorts. I sat on my bed and waited for Patrick to come out. Wait did he even know where my bedroom was? I was about to find him when he opened the door.

"Where do I put my towel?" 

"Just throw it in the corner." That's exactly what he did. 

He wandered over to my bed. He looked down at me. His damp dark hair framed his face nicely I had to admit. He was just looking at me. I don't know what to do or say. 

"Where am I going to sleep?" That was a good question. It would be rude for him to sleep on the floor. 

"My bed where else?" I know it may seem weird to have this stranger I just met sleep in my bed. I mean I did just take him into my own house, and I gave him clothes. He looked at me wide eyed. 

"Wait- you really want ME to sleep in your bed with you? I mean I'm not complaining but considering how you act-" 

"Don't try anything on me. Just come lay down."

"Wait what about my bandages? You said you would put them on me." Ugh he was right. I did have to bandage him up. I was exhausted though. 

"Do it yourself. The bandages are right on the floor near my chair." He bend over and grabbed them. He just help them in his hand. 

"I want you to patch me up. Makes me feel special." Was he serious. I couldn't help but blush a little at what he said. 

"Just come here. I'll heal up the little prince." I said in an overly sweet tone. 

He sat down beside me and turned his head towards me. I wrapped them around his forehead. As I was wrapping him, I couldn't help but remember what he did in the bathroom. Does he like pain or something? I shouldn't ask him because that would be awkward. Or maybe I could use this to my advantage. I'll think about it.

"And I'm done. See wasn't that bad now was it?" 

"Whatever you say girly. I just want to sleep next to a cute girl." Once again he smirked. I threw the bandages on the floor again. 

"You get in first. I have to do something real quick." He got in and was next to the wall. 

I walked over to my door and locked it. Just to make sure I also but my chair under the door handle. I can't have my dad walk in. You never does but better safe than sorry. As I was doing this, Patrick watched me the whole time. I turned around and saw his eyes drift over my chest. I ignored it because he's a teen what do you expect. He may be a pervert teen but aren't we all? I mean I have my moments. I walked over to my bed and layer down. I got under the covers and felt his warmth next to mine. I was facing away from him. I closed my eyes but they shot open soon after. He wrapped his arms around my waist and hid his face between my head and shoulder. I could feel his breath on my face. 

"Thanks for the boxers. Didn't actually think you would get that for me." 

"It's no problem. The least I could do." 

"In the morning I think you should meet the gang. I'm sure Henry would love to see you again." 

Henry was the one who yelled at me. I didn't really want to see him again. One person did pass my mind though.

"Hey uh Patrick... who was the blonde one?" When I was going to the store he was the one that noticed me. 

"That's Victor. Why ask about him?" 

"No reason. He just seemed quiet while we had our first interaction. Anyways goodnight Patrick."

He hummed. I guess that was his way of saying goodnight back. He tightened his grip around me. Maybe this won't be as bad as I thought.