WARNING: angst, foul language, implications of sex, fluff
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i will now
NOW
"for fucks sake, (y/n)," pat cried out, hands flying upwards to cover his face. "i need you to be my girlfriend for five minutes."
"and what have i been for the past three years, huh?" you almost screamed in reply, pat's back facing you now. "just some girl who you've made stick around? you think i haven't been your girlfriend for over three years? you want me to start now, huh? jeez, pat. honestly, i thought these past three years we were just best friends!" a hearty laugh left you, the built up anger finally pouring out.
"this is serious!" he turned to face you. his face was red from having his hands covering it, his eyes were red, too, but for other reasons. "this is serious for me, and i need you to be my girlfriend. not someone who takes pity on me, not someone who'll give me a small pat on the back and say 'get over it'. i need you, as my girlfriend, through this. but, if you don't want to, then fine. you can leave."
pat only said that to you if he was extremely distressed. he had only said it once before.
THEN
"you don't have to stay if you don't want to," he whispered, not daring to raise his voice again. "you can leave."
those three words broke your heart. it was your one year anniversary, and pat had gone all out to make you feel special. you did. the red roses, the little chocolates, the teddy bear, the few love notes from him to you. you felt so loved the whole day.
but, now,
"pat, i don't want to leave."
"well, it seems to me like you do." he was rested on the corner of your newly shared bed. that was another thing pat had gotten you, a key to his apartment, asking you to move in with him.
when he presented the new, silver key, you felt like your heart had stopped. it was a shock to the system; never had anyone wanted to live with you. yet, here pat was, giving up his personal space, opening it up to share with you.
obviously, your initial reaction had made pat think the worse: you didn't want to move in with him. that you thought it was too quick, that he was being too forward. your actual thoughts had been the complete opposite of that, but, in the moment, that wouldn't change pat's thoughts.
so here you were. pat's body was slumped forward, his elbows pressing into his knees and his head in this hands. a position which wasn't new to neither pat nor you. the key had been long forgotten about on the kitchen table top. all pat could think about was your face when he asked you. it was replaying over and over in his head as you were stood a few feet away.
"pat, please listen to me," you moved closer to him, bending down between his knees. you instantly grabbed his hands, lacing your fingers with his. "i don't want to leave. i want to live with you. i could never, ever imagine leaving you."
