I Had You (Petetrick Oneshots)

Broken Promises

PETE POV

"No the other thing that you played!" I shout in exasperation. "The first one!"
Patrick plucks the strings on his guitar. "This one?"
"No!" I throw my hands in the air. "The first thing you played when I read out the chorus!"
"That was the first thing!" Patrick exclaims. "I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Oh my god Patrick, the thing you started playing when I was reading out the chorus. Now you're just playing all these different things and confusing yourself!"
"Well you play it then!" Patrick glares, holding out his guitar.
"I don't know what you fucking did! All I know is that it fit a lot better than any of the other shit you've been playing! Have you fucking forgotten how to play guitar or something?"

Patrick clenches his jaw, putting his guitar down gently before leaving the room. Angrily I run a hand down my face, dropping the pages of lyrics on the table beside me. Nothing we had worked on today had sounded any good, and we were just getting more and more frustrated with each other, but Patrick was a lot better at keeping his cool than I was. I had said a lot of things that I probably shouldn't have said, and I didn't blame Patrick for walking out.

I stand up and exit Patrick's studio, looking up and down the hallway, wondering which way he went. Sighing, I head down towards the kitchen.
"Patrick." I call. "Patrick I'm sorry."
He doesn't call back to let me know where he is, but I enter the living room and spot him looking at old pictures of the band and us on the wall.

"Hey look, I've been stupid all day I know. Don't take anything I say seriously. You know this by now." Patrick doesn't say anything as I come to stand beside him.
"You know." He finally says after a minute of silence. "There's one photo that I really want to put on the wall. But I haven't, because then I would have to explain it to Eliza. She already thinks-" he shakes his head and breaks off. I look over at him in curiosity.
"She thinks what? Why would you have to explain a photo to her?"
"Never mind. It doesn't matter." Patrick crosses the room and sits down on the couch.
"No tell me." I insist, going over to sit beside him.
"Pete it's nothing. Do you want a drink?"

I ignore his attempt to change the subject. "If it's nothing just tell me."
"It's just an old picture." Patrick leans back and stares at the ceiling.
"Well it's obviously more than just a picture." I scoff.
"It's not like it matters anymore." He huffs.
"Why not?"
"It just doesn't. Because it could've become something else, hell it should've become something else, but I screwed it up. So now it doesn't matter." Patrick stands and walks through an archway into the kitchen. I jump up and follow him, frowning.

"Well now whatever it is matters to me because it obviously means something to you, and concerns me. Please show me the picture Patrick." I lean against the bench as Patrick grabs a bottle of water from the fridge. He skulls half of it, then turns to look at me.
"Please just drop it. I shouldn't have brought it up."
"Just show me, because if you don't this is the only thing I'm going to think about for weeks. You know I'll stay up late trying to figure out what it is."
"Trust me, it'll be a bigger issue if you know."
"I'm a big boy Patty, I can handle it. How bad can it be?"

"Saturday." Patrick says suddenly. I glance at a calendar on the wall.
"What? Patrick it's Thursday."
"No. That's when the picture was taken, the day after you gave me the lyrics to Saturday." He watches me carefully, looking for my reaction. I feel my throat go dry, but keep my expression blank.
"Who took the picture?" I force out, my voice unintentionally scratchy. Patrick clenches his jaw.
"Andy."

Just like that, I could picture the exact photo he was talking about. Patrick sitting up and looking like a deer in the headlights. Me just laying there laughing. I could still remember it being taken. Andy walking in and apologising for interrupting, before snapping a picture on a camera with an obnoxiously bright flash then walking out. Patrick then dramatically flopping back and rambling about the way we would never hear the end of it. Me asking if it was really that bad and if he regretted it and his surprise when his answer was no.