𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧? (Patrick Hockstetter x Reader)

I Hate You (Pt. 2)

It was dark and cold. I opened my eyes to see myself on a small island. The wind blew harshly against my face. I looked around the island for anyway off. There was nothing, no way off the island. I was stuck, stranded. The water started to rise. I didn't know what to do. I had no escape. Anxiety ran through my body. I was frozen, I couldn't move. The water rose to my knees. It was unbearably cold. Or perhaps that was just the fear  pulsing through every vein. The water continued to rise and I was unable to save myself. The cold water swallowed me whole. I tried to call out for help. I tried to scream, but it was no use. Water filled my lungs and I felt my breath leave me. I slowly closed my eyes as everything went dark.

I shot up from my bed, gasping for air. A cold sweat beaded down my neck. I looked around the room, it was still really dark. I checked my watch; 2:18. I sat up and leant against the wall. I wasn't going back to sleep for awhile. I threw on a hoodie and grabbed my smokes. I quietly opened the door, careful to not make any noise. I stepped out into the hall, looking both directions. I let out a small sigh and started walking towards the stairs. I felt a hand on my shoulder. Without thinking, I swung my right arm.

"What the hell?!" Patrick hissed. I let out a sigh of relief but then gasped realizing what I did.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry!" I whispered, putting a hand on the cheek I just punched. He smirked at me and I quickly retracted my hand.

"So where you going" He asked, tilting his head.

"Oh um," I looked to the ground and fiddled with my fingers.

"Not running away from me, are you?" He laughed but also sounded somewhat serious.

"No, no. I was just going to go on a walk, have a smoke, clear my head" I said, still averting eye contact.

"In the middle of the night?" He quizzed.

"I don't sleep well sometimes" I sighed.

"So that's why you were moaning, makes sense but much less exciting" He winked. I felt myself go a little red.

"Dude!" I scoffed, punching his arm.

"What is with you and punching me?" He rubbed his arm.

"Well stop deserving it" I shrugged. We stood awkwardly in the quiet hallway. Both of us avoided eye contact, but we occasionally caught each other's glances. I finally looked at him.

"I'm gonna go back to my room" I said, pointing back to the door.

"Yeah, me too" He looked over his shoulder.

I started to walk back when I felt him grab my hand. I look at our hands and up back at him, confusion on my face. Next thing I know, I'm being pulled into a hug. I was even more confused.

"Patrick," I questioned, "What are you doing?"

"I... I don't know" He answered slowly.

He held on tightly and I could hear his heartbeat. And that's when it hit me. I was being hugged. I haven't had a hug in a really long time. It felt nice. I looked up and relaxed on Patrick's shoulder. I could hear his heart get faster.

"Are you crying?" I heard him whisper. Was I? I felt my cheek and realized I was.

"Oh shit I am," I pushed away, "Sorry, I didn't mean to." I quickly dried my face off.

"If you got snot on my shirt, I'm going to suffocate you with a pillow while you sleep" He said seriously but broke into laughter shortly after.

He stopped laughing and just stared at me, smiling.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"C'mon" He grabbed my hand and lead me to his room.

He sat down on his bed and patted the spot next to him. I sat down next to him and laid back.

"Now the scary monsters can't get you" He joked.

"I'm going to punch you again," I shook my head, "Besides you're the only real monster here."

"Ouch," He acted hurt. I chuckled at him.

"So if you're not scared of the monster under your bed, what are you afraid of?" He turned on his side to look at me.
I hesitated to answer at first.

"Water, specifically drowning." I closed my eyes, "I was always afraid of what could be in there and it would just pull me down to the depths."

He didn't say anything, he just nodded. I didn't like talking about myself, I much preferred listening to others.

"So what about you? What are you afraid of?" I asked, turning the attention away.

"Leeches" He answered plainly, looking back up at the ceiling.

"Oh? And why's that?" I propped myself up to look at him now. He looked distraught, like he was remembering a bad memory.

"They're blood suckers. They attach themselves to you and then they'll fucking suck you dry. I hate that." He sounded disgusted.

I couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. He looked at me irritated for a second but then it switched to a smirk. My smile instantly dropped. He quickly grabbed me by the waist and pulled me closer to him.

"Don't worry! I'll protect you from all the scary nightmares!" He laughed.

"I hate you" I sighed, rolling my eyes.

"So no cuddling?" He pouted.

"Absolutely not." I pushed away.

"You're no fun" He whispered in my ear.

"I'll show you fun" I said, not really thinking.

"Is that a promise?" He licked his lips.

I shook my head and scoffed, "You wish."

I flipped over, facing away from him. I could feel him playing with my hair, something I had rather gotten used to from sitting in front of him in one of my classes. Probably because I was so used to it, I didn't do anything about it. Eventually, I fell asleep. This time, no nightmares came to me.