ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ➞ ᴘᴀᴛʀɪᴄᴋ ʜᴏᴄᴋꜱᴛᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ

Bᵣₑₐₖ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ

1

A week later.

The time had passed. You had hung out with Patrick every second. You had kept it a secret that your mother had gained custody of you. Meaning you would have to move away.

Your head rested on Patrick's chest. Listening to his heartbeat pound. You looked up at Patrick, he was already looking down at you.

"Something wrong, love?" Patrick mumbled into your hair. You sat more up. Patrick sat up as well. "I was joking but um tell me" Patrick insisted. You grabbed him and kissed him. "I'm moving away tomorrow-" you were cut off by Patrick standing up.

Patrick immediately started to pull at his hair "I'll be back every once and a while to visit Henry. I'll get to see you as well" You informed Patrick.

Patrick scoffed "How long have you known? Why didn't you fucking tell me (Y/n)" Patrick shouted at you. You opened your mouth to speak but you didn't know what to say. Patrick stormed out of his own room.

You stood up and followed him. "Patrick- wait- I'm sorry" you clucked. Patrick ignored you. He went out the back door. You ran behind him. Grabbing his arm. "Don't be mad at me. I don't have a choice" You groaned.

Patrick looked down at you. "I was expecting you to stay in town (Y/n). Not move all the way to Colorado" Patrick shouted at you.

Patrick turned his back on you. "Can you just talk to me? You making it seem like I want to leave. I have no fucking choice on this Patrick" You spat at him. Your anger was now over the limit.

You were annoyed at how childish Patrick was being. He wouldn't even let you speak to him or explain anything.

"Just leave" Patrick's voice cracked. He sat down on a wooden chair. You followed beside him. "I'm sorry Patrick. I should have told you sooner" Your voice was now soft.

You gently grabbed Patrick's hand. Rubbing your thumb against his boney hand. Patrick looked away from you, he didn't yank his hand away from you though. You took that as a sign he was processing what you just told him.

"I'm not mad at you... I'm mad at the situation" Patrick told you. Turing his head to you. Kissing your forehead. You simply smiled at him. Patrick wrapped an arm around your shoulder. Pulling you closer to him.

2

You put the suitcase into the trunk of your mother's car. Patrick had helped you pack. Patrick stood beside you as you cried. "Promise you'll call me?" You wailed. Patrick pulled you into a hug. "You'll have to call me as well" Patrick joked.

Kissing the top of your head. "I'll miss you so much" You sobbed into Patrick's shirt. His white shirt now had wet patches on it.

Patrick pet your head. "Don't go all cheesy on me" Patrick jested. You pulled away from the hug to giggle. Patrick's thumbs swiped under your eyes.

Patrick kissed your forehead once again. "I'm coming back to town for Butch's and Vic's funerals" You held back the tears.

Patrick nodded his head "I packed you a couple of gifts. When you come back we're gonna spend all of our time together. Or I'll kidnap you" Patrick threatened as a joke.

You giggled a bit. "Alright come in the car (Y/n)" Your mother ordered you. You cupped Patrick's face. Placing a gentle kiss on his lips. Patrick placed a hand on the back of your neck. Holding you in the kiss. His tongue licking all around your mouth. Getting one last taste of you.