A Hat And a Hook (Peterick)

Part 3

Pete's POV

I head back to my trailer after waving to Patrick. All my little gestures are so stupid, what am I even going to accomplish with them. Seriously. Waving? I mean it's polite and all but it's not flirty. Like, at all. I just hope Patrick gets the memo.

I start thinking about what we could do tonight. We're getting close to the end of filming all these videos, and we'll be heading to New York soon to finish up parts of Rat a Tat, so this is our last week in Death Valley, CA. I need to do something special, to help Pat remember this place for what we went through. Not just the music videos, but something more. The two of us. What am I even saying, he probably doesn't even like me.

I head inside my trailer, take a shower, clean myself up, and change into a tank top and skinny jeans. I dry my hair with a towel, fluffing it around and causing it to spike up. I run my fingers through the top and attempt to style it, leaving it sticking up but not messy. I stuff two $20s in my pocket in case Pat and I decide to go somewhere to eat. I take one last glance in the mirror, making sure I look alright, then head back over to Patrick's trailer.

I knock on the door lightly, to get no response. I knock again, a little harder this time, still no response. I strain my ears to see if he's in there, and I hear the shower running. I also hear his beautiful voice humming Miss Missing You. The recorded audio is amazing, but his voice by himself, just raw and natural, that's something else. I stand there entranced, just outside his trailer door. 'I'm outside your door, invite me in.' I think to myself, mentally humming the tune.

"I miss missing you now and then." I hear Patrick sing. "Oh god." He says, not singing but more low moaning. For a second I think he's doing the thingy with his thingy, and I'm immediately turned on, my palms growing sweaty within seconds. Then I hear him speak again in the same tone. "I really miss him, don't I. There's no denying it." Who could he be talking about?

At this point, my body is pressed against his door as I strain my ears to listen. The next second I know, I'm crashing through his door and onto his trailer floor. I guess he didn't lock it.

"Holy shi- I mean smokes!" Patrick yells, apparently frightened by my entrance. I look up to see a towel clad Patrick, his hair dripping and messy, the white towel only covering his bottom half. His top doesn't clad an intense six-pack like guys in magazines, but damn is his body good looking. After a second of staring, I quickly look back at the floor and push myself off the ground.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry Patrick, I uh, let me, um, I'll go." I stutter in a frantic rush for words. Patrick, recovered from the shock, stands still, holding the towel to his body and helps me up, his muscles tensing up as he moves. Drops of water drip down the side of his face, some dripping off his shoulders and down his bare arms, and his wet hand grasps mine as he helps me.

"It's okay. Are you alright?" He asks, worried.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." I reply reassuringly. Our eyes meet and there's a moment of silence. He looks so amazing right now, jesus christ. I'd totally kiss him right now.

"Uh, so, how did you get in here?" He now asks, suspicious. I look to the ground and rub my neck, feeling my cheeks growing hot.

"Well, I think your door was unlocked, and I was kinda leaning against it and I just sorta fell in?" I reply, coming out as a question almost. His cheeks turn red (adorable as fuck) and he lets off a small laugh.

"Oh, yeah I guess I did leave it unlocked. Whoops." He looks me in the eye again, then looks me over, his breathing pattern changing slightly. I bite my lip to hold back the smile that's coming to my face. God why does he have to be so cute.