Full Of Love

You Suck, Patrick

I was mad, like seriously mad, at Patrick. We had 3 interviews to get through today and I didn't really think it would be that bad, but Patrick decided to keep his hand on my upper thigh pretty much the entire time, rubbing little circles with the thumb. Now, this doesn't sound too bad, but considering he had told me what he would've liked to be doing before our third interview, I wasn't exactly wanting to be surrounded by, not only Andy and Joe but also an interviewer.

I didn't speak to him the entire ride back to our hotel, staying on my phone to not raise suspicion with the guys. When we got back, I didn't even speak to Patrick until we were alone in our room(we weren't keen on paying for four rooms, so we decided to share).

"Pete? Why have you been ignoring me ever since the third interview ended?" Patrick asked, plopping down on the bed.

"You kept teasing me all day! And it didn't help when you talked to me before the third interview, do you know how hard it was to keep my hands off you? Especially since you kept laying your hand on my thigh!" I almost shouted, losing my temper a little. He just laughed a little, making me calm down. I loved his laugh so much, it was so adorable and matched him perfectly.

"That's what you're mad about? Silly Pete, of course, I was teasing you, you look so smoking hot today, I couldn't help myself. And it's fun to see you get flustered in an interview, you look even cuter." He explained, smiling at me with slightly red cheeks.

"I hate you, you know that?"

"I love you too Pete, now I need to take a shower, please let me be."

"Ok, ok whatever. Just don't take too long. I want to cuddle." I told him, lying back on my bed.

"Alright, I'll try. Don't fall asleep." He laughed slightly and walked into the bathroom.

He only took about 7 minutes in the shower, turning off the water right as I stripped down to just underwear and got under the covers. I had to admit, I could fall asleep right now. I didn't think much of anything, and closed my eyes. But I shot them open when I heard the door open. I wasn't thinking straight and thought someone was here, instead of the more obvious option: Patrick had opened the bathroom door.

I looked around the room to see Patrick standing leaning in the door frame quietly laughing at me. I rolled my eyes and laid back down. But I couldn't help to of notice that he only had a (loose) towel hanging low in his hips. Ugh, I just wanted to cuddle at this point, I was tired, but he looked so hot. Like, insanely hot...

I sat up again when I felt the weight shift on the bed. Patrick had sat down beside me, this time only wearing underwear. Ugh.

"You still wanna cuddle? My offer still stands from earlier..." He smiled innocently at me, surprisingly enough, considering what he had offered earlier was definitely not innocent.

"...yeah. I'm tired as frick. Let's just cuddle. We can do that stuff later, or tomorrow." I replied, laying down again.

"Ok Pete. That's fine." He smiled, curling up beside me, shaking his hands around my waist.

"Goodnight Pattycakes, thank you for being hot." I mumbled, about to fall asleep.

"Well thank you for being cute and adorable and hot and beautiful and handsome Petey-Pie." He answered, laughing. And right as I was slipping off into a deep sleep, I heard him say, "I love you."

Well, here. This draft was almost finished so I decided to finish it and put it up today. Again, thanks for 300 reads!! I love you guys. Sorry if this sucks, I wrote it on my phone and I don't feel like editing it... {666 words aye}