Saturday // Peterick Oneshots

36. Missing Weight

Hiatus. Kind of angsty.

Of all the things Patrick hated about the hiatus, the thing he hated most was sleeping alone every night.

He loved touring; he was thriving off the energy of the crowd and being in command of his own stage. He could feel himself glowing whenever the people sang his lyrics back to him. Sure, there were some assholes who yelled some...things that kind of hurt, but Patrick did his best to ignore them.

(It works until they have a hotel night, and Patrick has a shower to cry in. Bottling things up has never worked well for him.)

But being alone in his bunk at night really sucked. He was up late a lot working on songs, sure, but laying down to sleep wasn't easy. He always felt a little emptier, a little more lonely. Half way through tour, he'd figured out why.

He'd gotten so used to curling up with Pete at night that it was weird to go to bed on a bus without him.

They hadn't talked in a while, though; Patrick was so busy with his album, and he knew Pete was working on something in L.A, too. He hadn't heard Pete's voice in at least two weeks, and he was beginning to really miss his best friend.

So, one night in his bunk, unable to sleep, he texted him. He had tried everything he could think of, but his pillow didn't have Pete's scent or his warmth, and curling around it did nothing.

To Pete: Are you awake?

From Pete: yea

From Pete: wait,,,why r u up??

To Pete: I can't sleep.

From Pete: I thought having insomnia was my job

To Pete: Haha.

Patrick bit his lip.

To Pete: I miss you.

From Pete: I miss u too

From Pete: are u okay though? it's unlike you to text people at two in the morning

To Pete: I'm fine.

From Pete: ???

From Pete: what r u not telling me

To Pete: I just haven't been able to sleep well on the bus. And for a while it was really confusing, cause we've slept on buses before, but then it hit me.

From Pete: what? don't keep me in suspense

To Pete: I think it's because I'm so used to being curled up in a bunk with you.

From Pete: srsly?

To Pete: Yeah.

From Pete: wow

Patrick watched as Pete typed, then deleted, then typed, and deleted his response. Finally, a message came in.

From Pete: I'm going through the same thing, actually

To Pete: Really?

From Pete: yea. I miss ur voice

From Pete: and how you play with my hair

Patrick smiled.

To Pete: I didn't know you even noticed that.

From Pete: dude it feels like HEAVEN

From Pete: next time I see you I'm going to play with your hair cause you gotta experience it

To Pete: I'll look forward to it. :)

Patrick laid his phone on his chest and sighed. Now that he had talked to Pete, he felt better about his missing presence. His phone buzzed again. He held it back up.

From Pete: can I call you?

To Pete: Of course!

Patrick's phone rang. He pressed answer and put it on speaker, placing it on his pillow next to his ear.

"Hey, Patrick," Pete said with a low tone.

Patrick couldn't help but grin at the sound of his voice. "Hey. Want me to sing for you?"

Pete was silent. "Yes, please."

"Any requests?"

"Anything."

Patrick took a deep breath. "My heart is on my sleeve, I wear it like a bruise or black eye," Patrick began singing. Even though he couldn't see him, Patrick knew Pete was smiling on the other end of the line.

Patrick didn't hang up after the song ended. He had a feeling Pete was asleep, but he could hear his breathing over the phone. Listening, he could imagine Pete was there with him.

The next morning, Patrick woke up the most well-rested he'd been on the bus in weeks.