We Don't Have The Time To Be Sorry(Peterick)

Chapter Eight- You walk like a God, they can't believe I made you weak

Title From: Strange Love- Halsey

Pete Wentz

"This is so much fun." Patrick said with evident sarcasm in his voice. But he smiled when he said it, so my heart melted anyway.

"Vic, I will stab you if you don't stop touching my knee." Kellin threatened and got a firm grip on the butter knife.

"Would you like to order now?" The waitress who was eyeing me since we arrived asked. Patrick shifted uncomfortably as he felt her gaze travel from me, to his oxygen tank, to his pale skin, to his almost blue lips.

"I'll have the salmon with a stop-staring-at-my-boyfriend. You think you can handle that?" I smirk at her face heat up and stumble over her words. She finishes up and leaves. Patrick couldn't help but smile at me. "What?"

"Shut up, Pete." He says sweetly and drinks his coffee.

"Pete." Vic hissed, glaring at me.

"What did I do?" I ask innocently.

"Shut the fuck up. There are reporters and paparazzi studying your very move, word, or breath." Vic whispered nodding his head to a table on the other side of the restaurant, and of course, there was a guy with a camera on us.

"Great. This is fucking perfect." I run my fingers through my hair.

"What is?" Kellin asks Vic and I, messing with his red beanie.

"Pete," Patrick begins, placing his hand on top of my knee, but not in a seductive way. "Are you okay?"

"Can we talk in the bathroom?" I whisper in his ear. He blushes and nodded. I smile and take his hand in mine. "Okay, come on."
  I lead us to the back and straight to the bathroom, locking the door behind us.

"Pete, this is getting kinda rapey. Why did you lock the door?" Patrick shifts uncomfortably and sits down on the porcelain sinks. "Because I kinda thought we were going to bang. It's not like I want to, but I kinda do. Just so you know."

"Patrick stop. There are paparazzi here." I say simply. He gives me a 'no shit Sherlock' look. I walk closer to him and he wraps his legs around my waist. "That can be bad for us. I do some stupid things occasionally, and I don't want you dragged into that."

"I'll be fine Petey." Patrick smiles and kisses me softly. He places his hand on my cheek and strokes it softly with the pad of his thumb. "People can't really hurt me anymore than I already am."

"I wish you weren't hurting." I mutter, resting my forehead on his.

"Hey, I'm a big boy now. I can take care of myself." I smile at his words. He is an adult, I can't control him.

"Shit, Dave! Get off of me!" We look towards the stalls behind us. And no doubt, there is a male, about Patrick's age, with a camera and recorder on him.

"Hey, guys." My smile is sour. "What were planning on doing with your camera and recorder?"

"N-Nothing Sir!" The older of the two hiding them in behind his back. I hear Patrick jump off the sinks.

"Pete," Patrick says with warning in his voice. "Calm down."

"I am calm, Patrick." I say clenching my hand into a fist. "I'm very calm."

"If you hurt those boys, I'm leaving with Kellin and never coming back." I freeze at his words. I know he's serious, I can hear it. "Pete?"

"Fine." I spat, unclentching my hand. "But I don't want to see those in the tabloids."

"O-Okay. Thank you Patrick." One of the two said, smirking at the other before they left.

"I hope they get ran over by a bus when they leave." I shake my head. I turn to Patrick and see him with fogged glasses. "Pat-"

"I was scared I would have to leave you." Patrick breathes out as tears fall from his eyes. I run to his side and pull him into a hug, shushing him.

"It's okay, I wouldn't let you leave me anyways. I love you too much." I feel him smile faintly into my shoulder.

"I love you too Pete." He whispers.

"Are you guys having sex in here-" Kellin stops himself and smiles. "I'll leave."

"Thank You Kells." Patrick and I said in unison.