Help Me (Peterick AU) [COMPLETED]

6

Patrick's POV

When there's a bump in my room in the middle of the night I'm instantly awake and freaking out. I squint at the open door and call out "Who's there? What's going on?"

The door clicks closed quietly and I hear someone squeal then Pete whispers "It's Pete, I'm sorry I didn't think this through, I couldn't sleep and I wanted you, I'll leave". He bumps into someone else and he squeals again so I sit up and reach out my hand for him to grab. Pete grabs onto it and I help him down onto the bed, still freaking out about what the actual fuck is happening.

We're both awkward and nervous so I push back the blankets on my bed and we both get in. Pete grabs onto my pillow and cuddles it close to his chest so I just enjoy that he's here and so close to me. The beds pretty small so their thighs and arms are pressed together.

I don't know why he's here or what to say but he looks absolutely adorable. He's hugging my pillow and snuffling against it so it'll probably be warm and smell like Pete for the rest of the night. That sounds pretty stalkery but it'll be nice because it's the closest thing I can get to cuddling with Pete.

I was literally thinking before about wanting to go to Pete's room and now he's here with me. It's kinda crazy but I guess neither of us wanted to spend the whole night apart.

Pete looks pretty nervous so I put my hand palm up on my thigh and let him grab onto it. He's still clutching the pillow close so I squeeze his hand and whisper "Are you ok? Are you scared of the dark?"

Pete nods quickly so I squeeze his hand again, hoping to comfort him. I still don't really know why he came here but he must like me more than I thought. He's scared of the dark and slightly scared of most men so he must really trust me if he's here. It's pretty vulnerable being alone with someone in the middle of the night in bed so I'm really proud he's here.

I don't know what to say so I wait until Pete leans his head against my arm again and murmurs "Please don't touch me, please keep the rules. The darks really scary and I'm not good at this but I trust you so please just let me hold you"

Usually I don't notice his age but when he says that he sounds super young. It really makes me realise he's just a little scared kid who I need to protect and love until he's ok. It also shows me that I can never break his trust ever again. We're alone together and he's already so scared so if I touched him now it'd probably totally break him. He doesn't have Ryan or Dr Williams to make sure he's ok so I have to be the one to do that.

Pete's still resting against my shoulder so I lean my head against his and sigh at the whimper it makes him let out. "Patrick do you want to talk to me about anything? I'm not very good at this but I've been here a while so I've had a lot of therapists and kinda know what to do and say. I won't tell anyone if you wanna tell me about why you're here or anything else"

Part of me instantly wants to say no way in hell but instead I think about it for a minute. Pete's probably been through a lot more than me so I doubt he'd judge me for anything I say. If I want him to open up to me I have to be willing to do the same so maybe this will be a good thing. Plus if I'm going to tell someone private shit why not just say fuck it and do it to the guy I'm majorly crushing on.

Once I check to make sure Pete's serious I nod and start to pour out my heart. I tell him about how my parents have always hated me and blame me for everything that goes wrong. I tell him how I want to do music more than anything but everyone's always told me I never can. I tell him about how I've always been bullied and hated at school. I tell him about how I struggled a lot with my sexuality and that only made the bullying worse. I tell him about how I've self harmed for a long time and all my suicide attempts. I tell him way too much but by the time I'm done I feel 50 pounds lighter.

Pete listens to everything I say and I'm hoping he won't make me talk about it anymore. Luckily he must know I've talked as much as I can so he just cuddles closer to me to comfort me. "High school seems terrible, I've never been and I'm kind of glad about that"

He seems nervous about that so I don't ask why he never went, presuming he's been here since middle school. Instead I just nod and stroke my thumb over his knuckles "It's pretty terrible, I'm kind of stupid and only like music so it's especially bad for me. All those assholes that bully me will probably end up working at McDonald's though"

That makes Pete giggle and hum in agreement "You'll be the president and I'll be your First Lady so we can rub it in... In those assholes faces"

Pete swearing is the cutest thing ever so we both break down in giggles. He's so cute and innocent so hearing him say anything rude or mean is adorable. I probably shouldn't enjoy corrupting him so much but it really is fun.

We joke around for a while about what we'd do as President and First Lady which is even cuter. Pete didn't even bother trying to find a new name he just accepted the fact he'd be my First Lady and that was the end.

After Pete's planned out all the ways we'll run our success in my bullies faces I have another idea. My eyes run down his body quickly then I smirk "If you're my First Lady does that mean you'll be wearing a little skirt and tie?"

Pete blushes deeply but nods "I would if you wanted me too, I didn't think that'd be what you'd ask me about though. Doesn't me being First Lady mean I'd have to marry you?"

He's so cute talking about marrying me so I nod eagerly and squeeze his hand. "I'd definitely marry you if it meant I'd get you in a cute little skirt as my wife. I feel like this is all ridiculous though considering you're not a lady so being First Lady might be a bit of a struggle"

We both giggle at that then keep planning out our fictional lives. It's impossible but just the idea of any of it happening is a dream and I wish it could happen. Having Pete as a wife seems awesome and I can just imagine my parents faces if I show up at home married to a boy in a skirt.

I eventually Pete starts yawning and slouching against my shoulder so I sigh. There's no clock in here but it's probably past midnight and way past Pete's bedtime. I wish we could stay up all night talking but it's no like either of us are going anywhere so there's plenty more time together.

Gently I nudge his shoulder and whisper "Come on pretty boy, I'll walk you back to your room before you fall asleep here, I'll keep you safe from the dark"

Pete whimpers and clutches my hand tighter but let's me pull him to his feet. I check the hallway to make sure no ones there before we run down to Pete's room as quietly as we can. At his door Pete gives me a gorgeous smile and hugs my arm tight before letting go of my hand and going in. After holding his hand for so long mine feels empty but I quickly shove my hand in my pocket so I don't look stupid.

I watch Pete go in and wait until he whispers "Goodnight Patrick, thanks for being perfect" then closes the door. I stay watching his closed door until I hear a noise down the hall and run back to my own room.

Like I hoped my pillow smells like Pete which is the cutest thing imaginable. I bury my face in it and wrap myself up in my blankets while feeling better than ever. I never expected anything like that would happen but I just really hope it'll happen again. Having time alone with Pete and getting to just talk about everything is my favourite thing. This is definitely what we need in order to get closed and become really good friends. Maybe we'll even become more one day but for now all I want is to be his friend and make him happy.