Narcotic (Peterick au) [completed]

THIRTEEN.

GOD IM SO BAD AT COMING UP WITH IDEAS ERGH- erm. I'm not sure what's going to happen in this book, until the end. But there will probably be ~smut~ soon. I'll leave a warning if you don't want to read it. xoryln

~Pete's POV~

I sat, laid on our bed, Patrick was cuddled next to me, his head laid on my chest. His hair was sprawled out, and his arm rapped around my middle sloppily. My breathing was uneasy, and my stomach was a-churn. The room was silent, except for the buzz of the fan and Patrick's soft breaths. I stroked his hair, and ran my fingers through the soft locks of strawberry blonde.

  I'll have to admit, I was going through a bit of a withdrawal. I craved the substance that used to keep me 'sane.' I was constantly throwing up, my body was cold, I hurt so bad.

But Patrick just thought it was the stomach bug, or some other virus. His naivety is cute- but almost too extreme. But I still love him. How could I not? What is there to hate?

He's beautiful inside and out.

Cliché? Yes. True? Of course.

Patrick began to stir in his sleep, a look of frustration drawn over his face.

He groaned, gripping me tighter.

I chuckled to myself, it kind of looks like he's having-

"Peteee- ah," he moaned in his sleep.

Oh my god.

REALLY SHORT FILLER CHAPTER, SORRY GUYS. BUT- YEAH. BEEN A REALLY HECTIC, CRAZY PAST COUPLE OF DAYS, AND I WASNT SURE WHAT TO WRITE ABOUT. BUT SORRY. xoryln