In Sickness and in Health ( Fall out boy )

Chapter 23

P.o.v Patrick

I can't remember a happier moment than waking up in Pete's arms. Despite drinking, I remember every little detail, every kiss, every touch that happened last night. 

And I have no regrets.

I just hope Pete doesn't either, when he wakes up. I close my eyes for a few minutes more, and then I hear Pete groan from above me. I can hear his steady heart beat from where my head is, and I don't want this to end. Ever. As he shifts his body I just hope he doesn't think this was a mistake- that we were a mistake.

My worries are condemned when I feel him lightly kiss my forehead, "Goodmorning, beautiful." He says, and I feel a chill run down my spine.

"Goodmorning." I whisper back, and lean up to meet him in a kiss.

I lay my head back down on his bare chest and feel pain spark in the back of my head. I ignore it, but then I hear someone else get up. It's Brendon, and he walks in front of the stall we crashed in last night, both of us sharing a sleeping bag, covered by another blanket for extra warmth, considering we're both completely naked.

Brendon stops and takes a long sip of his water, slowly turning his head to look at us while doing so. He stops drinking after his cheeks fill and holds the water there, looking completely confused. After a few awkwardly silent moments he swallows the liquid in his mouth and nods his head, "Ok." He says, and continues on his way out of the barn.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and we both laugh so loud that I don't know how no one else wakes up. And since Pete doesn't make any move to get up, neither do I.

The pain in my head continues to intensify, though, and I involuntarily wince, Pete noticing, "What's wrong?" He asks, sitting up. "Nothing. Just, let's lay back down." I insist, trying to push his chest to lay back.

"No, obviously something's wrong. Do you need your medication?" He asks, concerned. I nod hesitantly, and Pete gets up immediately, pulling on his underwear and pants before walking to get my bag.

I mentally slap myself- and my cancer -for ruining our temporary paradise. I know now that the day has started, and we can't go back to just laying around together.

I grumpily pull on my own clothes, and by the time Pete comes back he has a shirt on, too. He hands me my pills and I instantly take the two I am supposed to, dry swallowing them in desperation for the pain to go away.

I sway slightly from sudden dizziness, and Pete grabs my arm, "Patrick, are you sure you're ok? Cause if you need to go back home now, we can just buy new plane tickets-" "Pete, I'm fine." I interrupt, pulling his face in for one last kiss before any of the other guys wake up.

Being here, kissing him, it's as if the pain doesn't exist.

I lean my forehead on his, "I hope last night was good for you." I whisper against his lips. "It was amazing. I never wanted that moment to end." He says, his breath pleasantly warm against my nose.

I close my eyes and sigh contentedly, pulling him into a hug. His cozy arms wrap around me as I gently kiss his neck before whispering, "We're more than a moment,"