You were home alone, expecting your boyfriend to be home within an hour. He recently moved in with you, and you seemed to be getting better. However, tonight you feel horrible, almost to the point of dying.
You sat up on the couch and wiped your eyes. "C'mon, Y/N, get it together! Patrick's gonna be home any minute!" You said as you slapped yourself in the face. You couldn't take it anymore. You ran into the bedroom and slammed the door, locking it. You threw yourself on the bed and started crying. You whispered all the things that had been said bad about you on Twitter as you started to believe them. You were crying so hard you didn't hear the door open. "Y/N?" Patrick knocks on your bedroom door. "Shit.." You mumble as you quickly wipe your eyes and get up. You slowly open the door, looking down. "Holy smokes! Y/N, what's wrong baby?" You sighed and fell back on the bed. You reached for your phone and handed it to Patrick, showing him the tweets you had received. He then stormed out of the room and came back with his phone. "Go look at my recent tweet." He said. You refresh the page to see this tweet
"@PatrickStump: Nobody, and I mean nobody, has the right to talk shit about my amazing girlfriend. She's the most beautiful girl in the world. So back off haters!"
You smiled and hugged him tightly. He brushed your hair out of your face and kissed you. "I love you Y/N. I'm never gonna let you go." You smiled and snuggled up to him, eventually falling asleep.
