You wake up that morning next to a soundly sleeping Patrick. "He looks so peaceful and cute when he's asleep." You thought to yourself. But when doesn't he look cute? You giggle for a second and get up for a shower. Since your clothes from yesterday were barely worn, you decide to wear them again. You close the bathroom door and jump into the shower. You hear a knock on the door. "Yeah?" You call. Patrick opens the door. "May I join you?" He says with a smile. Gosh he's cute, standing there in his underwear and t-shirt. You take off his shirt as he whips off his underwear. He jumps in the shower with you. "Have I told you how lucky I am to have you?" You say to him. He smiles and holds your bare naked body to his.
"Yes you have, and have I told you how beautiful you are?"
"Yes."
He was right. He MADE you feel beautiful, even though you never thought you were. Patrick made you believe you were, made you feel you were, and showed you that you were. You couldn't have asked for anything else or for anyone else. You kiss his lips, softly and sweetly. "I love you." You whisper. "I love you, too." He whispers back. With the warm water of the shower falling, you both stand there kissing each other. He backs you into one of the shower walls and whispers "jump." You do so and wrap your legs around his waist. You kiss his neck and he moans. Things start to pick up when you hear the phone ring. "Ugh, why now." Patrick says as he gently puts you down. You both grab towels and he goes out and picks up the phone as you dry your hair with another towel and put your clothes on. Patrick walks back into the bathroom and puts the phone down. "Who was that?" You ask as you squeeze the last bit of water out of your hair. "That was Andy," he says rushing to dry his hair and put on his clothes. "I forgot that we had a show tonight and that I was suppose to be there 15minutes ago to prep for soundcheck and all that stuff." How long have you two been in the shower? Who knows. And who cares. He quickly brushes his teeth. "Come meet me at the venue when your done I gotta go, love you!" He says putting on his shoes and kisses your lips and runs out the door. The minty taste of his toothpaste lingers on your lips. You decide not to rush since the venue wasn't that far away. You brush your teeth and take your time doing your makeup, applying sparkly blue, liquid eyeliner on top of your black eyeliner. It was your favorite and apparently it's Patrick's favorite too. He says it "makes your big, blue eyes even bluer." You dry and straighten your hair, grab your phone and your wallet and stick them in your back pocket. You grab your keys and go straight to grab some coffee for yourself and the guys.
You get to the venue and park your car in the parking lot across the street. You cross over, passing some fans, and head behind the venue where the security guys let you in. Huh. You've never felt so "exclusive" before. Even after dating Patrick for a year you'd think you'd get use to it. With coffees balancing in one hand, you call Patrick to tell him you're here. He tells you to meet him at the left wing of the stage. You hang up and go on your way. They were just finishing up sound check as you peak around the corner to look out onto the stage. You flash a smile to Patrick when he looks your way. You put the coffees down on an unused speaker next to you. They wrap up sound check and the first one to hug you is Joe. "Haven't seen you in a while! How are you?" He asks "I've been good!" You say as Andy, Pete and Patrick all make their way over. You hug Pete and Andy, saying your "hello"s and "how are you?"s. you kiss Patrick quickly on the lips. "I brought coffee!" You say and hand them their coffees. They all say "thank you" and continue on with prepping for the show. You've always loved watching them prepare for a show. It's still so exciting to you. You sit on the unused speaker and peak around the corner to look out to the venue. You start to see fans come in. You quickly hide your face and lean against the wall, sipping your coffee. You check the time. 7:30. The opening act should be coming on soon.
8pm comes around and the opening act came on. You're still sitting on your speaker, scrolling trough your tweets and dashboard. You start to hear the screams of fans fill the venue. You smile and make your way to see Patrick. You find him by himself in a little dressing room type room, doing his vocal warm ups while looking at his reflection in a mirror. "Am I interrupting something?" you say laughing. You stand next to him, looking at how you look beside him. You notice your height difference and realize how small you are compared to him, even though he's not so tall himself. He starts to sing your favorite song to you and slips his arm around your waist. He turns and looks you in the eyes. You smile with pure delight and love as you giggle a little and rest your head on his shoulder. You can hear through his singing that he's smiling. When he finishes singing the song he pulls you back and kisses you on the lips. You both end up on the small couch that's against the wall. He's hovering over you, tugging at a belt loop on your jeans. You bite his lip, making him want more. He starts kissing your neck, which is your weakness. You undo his belt and unbutton his jeans. Just as he starts to pull up your tank top, the door opens. It was Pete. He sheilds his eyes as Patrick pulls himself together. "Oh. Um. I'm. I just came to tell you Patrick that we're on in 5..." "You can look now." you say to Pete as you all laugh. You and Patrick hold hands as you leave the room with Pete to the side of the stage. "Break a leg!" you tell Patrick with a wink. He smiles and kisses your cheek. As you return to your speaker-stool you can hear the crowd go nuts. You smile and sing along to all their songs, bouncing your knees and swaying back and forth. About half way through the show Patrick announces something. "For this next song, I'd like to pull onstage someone very special to me." He comes your way and your stomach twists in knots. Patrick looks at you with assuring eyes, a look that calms you down. He knew you were nervous. As he takes your hand he takes another mic and mic stand with him. He was going to make you sing with him. You walk on stage and the fans scream with delight and excitement. You stand with the mic that is next to his. He looks at you and says "This is your favorite song, you know what to do." As the music starts he winks at you and you feel at peace. You look out to the crowd and start singing along with Patrick. Whether you were a good singer or not, the fans didn't care. They sing along with you. The song ends. "Give it up for my girl!" Patrick says. You thank them and exit the stage to return to your speaker-stool.
The show ends and the band comes off the stage. Patrick, who is all sweaty, hugs you tightly. "You were amazing!" he says. "So were you!" You didn't care that he was sweaty, you were just happy that he was happy.
You both return back to his house laughing while hand in hand. You give him a look and pull him into the bathroom. "haha, lets pick up where we left off..." he whispers in your ear. You both kiss passionately and You pull off his jacket and shirt as he kicks off his shoes and socks. You kick off your shoes and socks as well, as he lifts your tank over your head. You both fumble for each others jean button and zipper. You step out of your jeans and so does he, you don't break your kiss as you step into the shower and turn it on. The water pours over you two, he unhooks your bra in one swift motion. You tug down his underwear as you step out of yours. You jump and wrap your legs around his waist and he backs you into the shower wall. His fingers gets tangled in your wet and curly hair. You wrap your arms around his neck and grab a fist full of his hair with one hand. You tug at his hair a little and ths gets him going. He moans a little and puts you down. You stand there kissing him and move one hand down to his shaft and start pumping slowly at first and then faster. He moans as he kisses you and pulls your hair. He reaches his climax and the water from the shower washes it away. "That was a nice shower." he says breathlessly as you turn the water off. You both dry off and get dressed in pajamas. You take pair of his shorts and a t-shirt and put them on. You snuggle up to him in bed, putting your head on his chest. He didn't seem to care that your hair was still wet, he play with a peice of your hair until you fall asleep.
