Henpat oneshots

"I love you." 💗HENPAT

(Remember, everyone is 16-17+)
HENRY'S POV :
It's a veryyyy boring summer afternoon today. I kinda wish my group could hang out with me today THOUGH I'd never say that to their faces (they'd probably laugh at me.) I know I'm the tough bully who everyone basically is scared of but I have stuff going on too. Just 'cause I'm a tough person doesn't mean I am when I'm alone. I've been kinda sad lately because my dad. He's the worst but I love him, I think? His names Oscar, Oscar Bowers. My mom left us when I was 8 and he's been a pretty bad alcoholic since then. Only one person knows about what my dad does, which might surprise you, Hockstetter. My best friend since the 1st grade. Actually, it's kinda funny he doesn't side with my dad since he's kinda crazy and obsessed with hurting things. I guess he just doesn't like him, maybe. I guess he's the only one who's seen me be sensitive. I never really thought about it before but I love Patrick. Maybe not just as friends. HAH who am I kidding I'm not gayy!! Nooooopeee. Not at ALL. I think I'm not. No, I know I'm not.. Shit.

PATRICKS POV :
It's hot as shit outside and no one can hangout with me, that is because they don't want to. The only person I didn't ask was Henry 'cause he won't pick up his FUCKING PHONE. This twink needs to start answering his phone I swear to FUCKING—.. *Phone Ringing* "What the fuck?" I say aloud. I walk towards the phone and answer it. "Why'd you call me, Hockstetter?" HENRY FINALLY FUCKING CALLED!! For fuck sakes I thought he died at this point. "I'm bored and it's hot outside so I was gonna ask if you wanted to hangout." I say. "Sure, what would we do?" He responds, honestly quicker than I thought. "We could hang at your house? Or mine I don't give a fuck." He says, beating me to it. "We can do my house I guess." I say. "Okay, I'll head there now." Henry says before hanging up the phone. I set the phone back as I sit on the couch waiting for Henry. Something I haven't told anyone before though is that I've liked Henry since 6th grade. Honestly I see what Greta sees in Henry. He's got pretty eyes, like the ocean. Nice sandy blonde hair that he wears in a mullet. He might not look it but Henry's got an ass. You know, I think Henry and I are the only people who are real in the world. Just us. He's the only person I think is real, which is saying a lot.. I was broken out my trance when I heard a knock on the door. "Open the fucking door, Cockstetter." Henrys says. I smile at the nickname as I walk to the door and open it to see a short blonde, Henry.

HENRY'S POV :
"The fuck took you so long to open the damn door!? And stop staring at me like that, it looks creepy." I say while walking past Patrick to sit on his couch. "I was busy, jeez. I wasn't staring at you creepy anyways, dumb bitch." Patrick says. I roll my eyes as I move over so he can sit. Surprisingly, he just watched the tv. "I'm bored, wanna do something?" He asks. I shrug. "Depends, what's your idea?" I ask. He pauses as if he's thinking about things to do. He then gives an evil smirk. Oh shit.

PATRICKS POV :
Henry asked me what we should do and all I'm thinking about is nasty things. Unintentionally, I gave a creepy looking smirk I guess. "Dude, what's with your smile. Stop smiling like that, it looks like you wanna fuck me." Henry says. WELL MAYBE I DO BOWERS!?!? Anyways, I continue trying to think of FRIENDLY things to do, but I just can't get fucking Henry out my mind. I'm going fucking crazy I SWEAR. "Pat are you good? You've just been staring off into space for like 6 minutes." Henry says looking at me. "Yeah sorry, I just can't think of things to do. I only have one idea but you aren't gonna like it." I reply sitting back some. Henry gives me a confused look. "Why'd you fucking mention it then 'cause now you're gonna have to tell me you dick." Henry sorta yells. I smirk before looking at him. "Guess." He shoots me a 'are you fucking kidding me' look before rolling his eyes. "What is it, Patrick." "Guess, Henry." Henry stands up and walk towards me. "I'm guessing this." He says before he climbs onto my lap and kisses me. Obviously I kiss back but like HIM making the FIRST move is CRAZYYYYY.

HENRY'S POV :
I let my mind get the best of me, I'm gonna die. My dad's gonna kill me. Hockstetter definitely had what I did in mind but holy shit. HOLY SHIT. He left me love bites, it's honestly hot in my opinion but I'm not fucking saying that!? Why the FUCK would I say that. "You look hot." I SAID IT. I DIDN'T MEAN TO SAY IT OUT LOUD. HOLYY FUCK. "Oh?" Patrick says seductively. I'm addicted to my best friend, aren't I? This is gay, isn't it? I'm gay, aren't I? I've only kissed one girl and I didn't really feel anything. I don't really know, but I think I love Pat.

PATRICK'S POV :
Now obviously we didn't have sex, but we did make out. Honestly, Henry's one hell of a good kisser, I'll tell you that. After we kissed we just kinda cuddled, surprisingly. I never saw Henry as a cuddly person, but boy was I blind. An hour goes by and I notice him falling asleep. Personally I don't care if he falls asleep on me.

NO ONE'S POV :
Another 15 minutes go by and Henry's asleep.
"Henry?"
"..."
"I love you."
1000 words!! 💗💗