W e a k n e s s [Peterick AU] - #Wattys2016

#25- P o l a r o i d

Pete's POV

The blinding, strong morning light awakened me. I slowly rolled to one side to glance at the now beeping clock beside me, which signed 9.30 am.

It's Christmas!, I thought in enthusiasm as I jumped out of that huge comfortable bed. I then proceeded onto the hall and knocked on Patrick's door: "Hey, you here? Come on, it's Christmas!"

I had no clue why I was acting like a fucking child, but I couldn't really help it.

"Trick?", I repeated as I noticed no one would answer to my call. Maybe he was still asleep. I hesitantly opened his bedroom door to see it was empty, how I had expected.

"Hey", Patrick's soft voice echoed into the big house.

"Oh, hi. I thought you were..."

"Nah, I haven't slept that much... come here"

I hopped down the stairs and sat on one of the armchairs beside him.

"It's snowing outside", he smiled as I lightly shrugged at his unusual statement.

"Nice...?"

He laughed for a second, then got serious again and swallowed hard: "I... I have something for you, consider it as a little Christmas present"

I widened my eyes as he pulled out a small pack and handed it to me.

"Is this really... for me?", I stuttered in disbelief.

"Yes, of course it is", he chuckled "Why shouldn't it be?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I haven't bought anything for you...", I honestly felt so guilty; I was kind of hoping he would get me something for Christmas, but at some point I thought I was just fantasizing. Instead, despite everything, Patrick had a gift for me, and that proved how much generous that guy was.

"Ahhh, it's okay, just shut up and open it!", he snapped with a huge smile.
I ripped the wrapping paper off the present to reveal, with my big surprise, a big, shining polaroid.

"Well, you see... this belongs to my dad; he collected polaroids, but his favorite was this one. He kept applying himself to his passion until his death, and you know why he liked polaroids? Because they are colorful and thanks to photography he could always see the world from another perspective. That's the reason why I wanna give you this camera, because I want you to look everything from another perspective. I want you to use this to take pictures, and admire all their colors. I want you to start appreciating what you have around you; I want you to put the date on every photo you take and write good thoughts, or a poem - anything positive - on its back"

"No, Patrick", I shook my head "I can't accept it, it belongs to your father, it's too precious to give it to a random person"

"You're not a random person, though. I do think you need this more than anyone else. I'm sure you'll make good use of it"

"But why me?"

"Because, to me, you're as precious as this polaroid; my father wouldn't mind if I gave it to you, anyway", he giggled "He would be proud, instead. Don't be scared of your own strength, Peter. You can make it, and you know that's not impossible"

I stayed still and speechless; I brushed my thumb against the polaroid smooth surface, then looked up to Patrick, who was watching me intently me as he was waiting for a sign, a reaction...

"Merry Christmas", was the only thing I said.

And then our lips crashed almost instictively.

What was I doing? I had no idea, but I liked it. I let myself sink in that deep, passional kiss, that kiss that felt extremely good, like a release. Patrick's scent invaded me as I wrapped my arms around his neck, my eyes closed in infinite pleasure.