peterick oneshots

the sniffles

pete slowly walked down the stairs, a blanket wrapped around him like a burrito. his bleach blonde hair was a mess, and he was sniffling every few seconds.

Pete was not feeling too good.

"Patrick?" Pete called weakly. he went into a fit of coughing afterwards, and almost fell down the few remaining stairs.

"Pete? baby are you okay?" Patrick asked worriedly, coming from out of the kitchen.
Pete nodded, still bent double and coughing.

"Pete, you are obviously not okay!" Patrick exclaimed, realising how ill Pete was.

"no I'm fine, really. we still need to record a few songs for the new album" Pete said, recovering from his coughing.

"Pete, if you think I'm letting you work while you're so obviously ill, you're crazy. I'm taking care of you"
Patrick said, turning Pete around on the stairs and ushering him up them. Pete obeyed, not having the strength to argue.

Pete felt really crappy in that moment in time. he was grateful for Patrick taking care of him, but he still felt crappy. Patrick saw this, and immediately felt bad. all he wanted to do was make Pete feel better. and patrick was so sad when he felt Pete reach out and hold Patrick's hand, all they were doing was walking to the bedroom. so patrick gave Pete's hand a gentle squeeze, and then opened the bedroom door for him.

Patrick led Pete back over to their unmade bed, and lifted the covers up so Pete could get back in easily.
"Pete baby, I think you just need to rest. I'll bring you your breakfast in a sec, and then I'll bring you some soup at lunch"
Pete nodded absentmindedly, not seeming to be following the conversation very much.
but as soon as Patrick began to leave, Pete reached out and grabbed Patrick's cardigan sleeve.

"stay"

usually, Patrick would have just reassured Pete he would be back in a minute with his breakfast. he would have told Pete he wouldn't be too long.
but the way Pete said it, it broke Patrick's heart. he had never heard Pete sound so weak. Pete really needed him right now.

so Patrick stepped forward and laid down next to Pete.
pete pulled patrick closer to him, and wrapped his arm around Patrick's waist. He kissed Patrick on the forehead, because he sadly knew he couldn't kiss Patrick on the lips. the last thing he wanted to do was make Patrick ill as well.
"trick, I don't want to get you ill" Pete mumbled.
"I don't want to get ill either, but I'm not leaving" Patrick replied quietly.
Pete smiled at that. but Patrick knew Pete was kind of right. so Patrick turned around, but with his back now pressed against Pete's chest. Pete didn't mind, as long as he could feel Patrick next to him and have him in his arms.
Pete leant down slightly and kissed Patrick's neck.

"thank you patty, I love you"
"I love you too"

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to make up for the slow updates in the future💖