when the party's over, hockstetter 𝜗𝜚

viii. i hope you catch me when i land

❨ WHEN THE PARTY'S OVER ❩
CHAPTER EIGHT:
I HOPE YOU CATCH ME
WHEN I LAND

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"hockstetter, can we talk?" henry's voice causes the lanky boy to jump as he gently shuts (y/n)'s room door.

his heart pounds a bit in his chest as he nods, following the mullet wearing boy down the dingy hall to another room.

both of them sit on the disheveled bed, the rumpled sheets and scattered pillows reflecting their tangled emotions.

they keep their gazes fixed firmly on the floor, each lost in their own thoughts, the silence thick with unspoken words.

the awkwardness hangs in the air, an invisible barrier between them, as they avoid looking at each other, their minds racing to find a way to break the tension.

"i'm not... i'm not trying to take advantage of her."

"i know."

patrick plops backwards onto the bed, his hair sprawling everywhere. he lets out a long sigh.

"i knew you'd be the first one to go soft, but i didn't know it'd be because of my cousin." henry chuckles as the dark haired boy slaps him in the chest.

the room goes silent once again, patrick letting out a deep sigh.

"i'm scared." he finally let's the words fall past his lips, "i really fucking like her, henry. i wanna call her mine but i—i don't want to ruin her. she's so beautiful, so kind and i'm just...me."

the mullet wearing boy chuckles a bit, head shaking softly.

"you ain't gonna ruin her. that girl's been through so much, pat. ain't nothing you can do worse than what's already happened to her."

"you're just saying that—"

"i promise i'm not. even when you two were fighting, anytime someone mentioned your name she couldn't help but beam. (y/n) needs you; you two complete each other."

at the sound of henry's encouragement a sudden spark ignites within the pale, blue eyed boy. he was ecstatic.

he was going to make (y/n) (l/n) his.

"thanks, bowers." he grins a genuine grin, one that reaches his eyes. henry bowers sends the tall boy a close-mouthed smile and nod, shooing him out of the room.

"oh and patrick?" the boy calls before his friend has completely left the room. patrick raises an eyebrow, willing him to continue, "hurt my cousin and i won't hesitate to chop your dick off."

the hockstetter boy agrees, eyes wide as he rushes out of the room.

as he walks by (y/n)'s room, he hears the steady stream of the shower running. a mischievous smirk tugs at his lips as he quietly turns the doorknob, slipping inside.

he glances around her room before casually making his way to her bed, where he flops down, making himself comfortable amidst the soft blankets and pillows.

he sits there for what seems like forever, fidgeting with his fingers. his ears perk up at the sound of the pipes grunting as she shuts off the water.

the bathroom door creaks open, revealing a wet-haired (y/n) wrapped snugly in a towel. she freezes at the sight of the boy lounging comfortably at the edge of her bed, a startled squeal escaping her lips.

patrick would have laughed, but he was too captivated by the sight of her. his eyes traced the path of little droplets of water as they fell from her damp hair onto her chest, mesmerized by the way they glistened against her skin.

"my eyes are up here, 'trick." she giggles, rolling her eyes.

"sorry." he mumbles, cheeks turning a soft pink color.

"it's fine." she mumbles, her gaze locking with his for a split second before she turns and begins to grab some clothes to change into.

"are you feeling okay?" the long haired boy asks, getting up and standing behind her. his chin rests perfectly on her shoulder, dark locks of hair tickling her neck and causing her to shiver.

"yes, why?" she pulls away, beginning to make her way back to the bathroom. patrick makes it there before her, his tall figure blocking her from going in.

"you're pouting."

"am not."

he chuckles at her childishness, arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her close.

"come on, lil' bit, i've known you long enough to be able to tell when something's going on."

the young woman sighs, practically melting in his arms as they stare at one another.

"i just—i woke up and you weren't there so i thought that maybe...nevermind, it's stupid. move so i can change."

he shakes his head, playfully pinching her sides.

"tell me."

"you staying last night meant a lot to me, okay? and when i woke up and you weren't by my side i thought that was your way of saying you didn't want t-to be...with me." the more she speaks the more stupid she thinks she sounds.

patrick's hands move across her back in slow, soothing circles. the tension in her body begins to melt away, replaced by a profound sense of comfort.

in his arms, she felt safe, understood, and cared for.

"i do wanna be with you."

he hears (y/n)'s breath hitch sharply in her throat, a tremor of surprise breaking the rhythm of her breathing.

her head shifts slowly away from the warmth of his chest, and she tilts it upwards, her gaze locking onto his. her eyes widen as they meet his striking blue ones, shimmering with intensity and depth, holding her captive in their beautiful, mesmerizing hue.

"what?"

"i want this to work out, (n/n). i want to call you mine and be called yours."

(y/n) can't help the huge smile that takes on her soft features, a sigh of relief falling past her lips as she pushes herself onto her toes, grabbing his face and pulling him into a passionate kiss.

patrick doesn't waste any time kissing her back, his long fingers grasping tightly onto the towel that covers her small frame.

after a few seconds she pulls away, lightly shoving at his chest.

"let me get changed, okay?"

☆

"so about the other night..." victor awkwardly coughs as him, patrick, (y/n), and belch sit in the car waiting for henry to come out of the convenience store.

"what about it?" patrick wrinkled his nose slightly as he spoke, (y/n) playfully tugging at a strand of hair that had fallen onto his cheek.

the couple and victor were seated in the back, patrick sitting sideways with his feet resting on the blonde boy's lap. (y/n) was sitting between his legs, feet resting on top of his.

"belch told me that you and i uh, kissed." it was very obvious that the blonde boy was uncomfortable, but if he didn't bring it up now he knew he never would.

the female on patrick's lap giggles, remembering that night as if it happened just hours ago.

"oh yeah you guys did. tongue and all. it was kinda hot, not gonna lie." she wiggles her eyebrows, earning a pinch on the thigh from patrick.

victor criss can't help but blush.

"oh okay, cool. i mean not cool as in i liked kissing you, wait that was mean, i did like kissing you. wait no—"

"you're adorable, vic. you know if i wasn't so keen on lil' bit, i might've considered bein' with you." patrick chuckles, winking at the skinny boy.

(y/n) smiles at victor as well, noticing the blush that starts all the way from the bottom of his neck.

she opens her mouth to say something to him, but before she can the car door opens and henry hops in, throwing the bag of cigarettes onto her lap.

"drive."