Your POV
It has been a long rough week since the big fight with Patrick.
After I left, I went to Pete's house crying and consoled myself with big hugs from the guys while I sobbed in their arms. Pete, Andy and Joe were a little bit mad when I told them what happened. They started ranting about how stupid Patrick was, how dumb I was that I didn't tell him before their tour started and all that crap. To be honest, it was pretty funny when they started ranting and shouting at each other. Especially Joe and Pete.
Patrick has tried to contact me every day and every night. He would say how sorry he was and how he wanted me to come back home. Total hypocrite. And when Patrick would come to Pete's house, I would always hide in Pete's room and try not listen to their conversation but it was pretty hard because Patrick kept crying instead of rehearsing their new songs.
“Sup, Petey.” I greeted him, plopping on the couch beside him.
“Hi, Y/n.” He smiled. “So Patrick called today...” He started, a sad look on his face.
I groaned. “I don't want to hear about it.”
“No, Y/n. Patrick says he's going to come today, saying that he needs to say something to me. Something important.” Pete said with all seriousness.
“So?” I asked.
“He said it was about you.” He replied. I froze,
“What do you mean ‘It was about you’?” I asked him, my voice strained.
“I don't know. He said he's coming in 10 minutes so you better hide before he sees you. Or not and just stay here and apologise to each other.” he says. I shook my head and headed upstairs and went to Pete's room. The same time, the door slams open making me jump up.
“Pete...” I hear Patrick say slowly before he bursts into tears again, making my heart clench. It hurt knowing that I was the one who made Patrick cry. But it hurt more when he always talks about the happy memories we made while crying.
It just hurt so damn much.
~Time Skip~
When I hear the door closing, I sighed in relief. I walked down to the living room where Pete sat with tear stained cheeks. I hear Pete mumbling to incoherent words, pulling on his hair.
“W-what happened?” I stammered. Pete looked at me, his face sad and his eyes red and puffy.
“He looked terrible, Y/n. He was sobbing and shouting more. And while he was doing that, I saw some bruises and cut wounds on his wrists...” I gasped, my eyes glassy as I covered my mouth with my hand.
“He has been drinking. A lot. And he said while he was at the bar, he would always pick fights. Imagining that it was him, and beats the living shit out of them. He also said that-that..” Pete busted into tears, his shoulders shaking as he cried. I ran up to him, hugging him while he cried.
“Wh-what did he say?” I managed to croak out. He looks at me with his eyes still pouring out tears.
“I don't want to lose my best friend, Y/n.” he cries.
“What do you mean, Pete?” I asked. He looks away, still pulling on his hair.
“He said he wanted to commit suicide..” he muttered. I gasped again, the tears finally coming out.
“I-i have to find him.” I said, running to my temporary room and grabbed my purse, fishing out my keys to our- I mean Patrick's house. I walked back downstairs, Pete looking at me bewildered.
