Y/n's POV
As Soon as me and Belch got home I ran up to my room and changed into some tight work out shorts and a tank top with matching lace underneath. I sit on my bed and scroll through Instagram when I hear I small knock I get up and open my door but don't see anyone I close the door and hear the knock again but I realize it's coming from the window. I slowly walk over there and see Patrick inside the tree outside of my window I open it up and he crawls in.
Y/n-Patrick what are you doing here it's like 9:00pm
P-My shoulder won't stop bleeding and I can't go to the hospital because my mom will get angry can you please just bandage me up.
Y/n-Yeah sure thing
I brought him into the bathroom that was attached to my room and locked the door behind us just so if Belch tried to walk in he couldn't Patrick sat on the edge of the bathtub and I sat on a small stool across from him.
Y/n-Take your shirt off
P-Only if you do it too
Y/n-What n-no just take your stupid shirt off
Patrick just sat there with his arms crossed and I could see the blood coming through his shirt.
Y/n-Alright fine just let me stop the bleeding.
He take his shirt off and I can't help but stare at his abs.
P-Your turn Princess
I slowly took my shirt off. I could hear Patrick mumble the word damn under his breath as he stared at my breasts.
Y/n-Come here
Patrick leaned forward a little so that I could stop the bleeding, it wasn't that big of a wound but it still needed one or two stitches, I pulled out the needle and thread he looked scared of it.
Y/n-Afraid of needles are we?
He nodded his head and I pulled him into a tight hug I pull away and touch the needle to his shoulder he has a hard grasp on my thigh and his head is laying on my shoulder I begin the stitches and I feel his hand tighten on my thigh and I hear him whimper slightly. This is a Patrick I haven't seen before he was so vulnerable. I was almost done with the stitches and I could feel some of Patrick's hot tears on my shoulder but he has managed not to make any noise I was almost all the way done when the needle tears through his skin causing him to bit my shoulder lightly trying not to scream which made me moan softly. I finished stitching him up and put my shirt back on but it being a tank top you could still see the teeth marks I wrap Patrick's shoulder in some bandage and walk back into my room and throw a tank top at Patrick he slips it on and sits on my bed.
Y/n-What are you doing, I fixed you, you said that was all you wanted.
P-Well maybe I want something else
Y/n-Like what?
I knew what he wanted I wanted it too but I wanted to tease him as well.
I sat at the other end of the bed
P-Come here
Y/n-No
P-What was that?
Y/n-I said no
When I said that he pinned me to the bed and started kissing my neck I moan at the feeling.
P-I love y/n
Y/n-What!
I push him off of me and go to the other side of the room.
P-What's wrong
Y/n-You said something
P-I know I said that I love you Y/n
Y/n-Why?
P-Because that how I feel
Y/n-Look Patrick you can't have feeling for me I mean we hooked up once and we made out a few times that's it, I-I don't feel the same way
P-Oh....
I did feel the same way but I also felt that way for Henry and I don't know what I want. Patrick started heading towards the window.
Y/n-Patrick please...
He kept walking
Y/n-I love you too Patrick!!
He stopped walking and didn't say anything he dint move just stood there with his back turned to me.
P-No you don't....
Y/n-Yes I do
P-Then earlier why did you say that you didn't love me?
Y/n-Because I also love Henry and I didn't want to say anything to either of you before I knew exactly how I felt.
We stood in silence before Patrick turned around and pushed me up against the wall.
P-Never lie to me again
Y/n-I-I won't
P-Good girl
He kissed me roughly and I kissed back without hesitation.
P-Get down on your knees
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The Bowers Gang
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