Alone Together... (peterick)

part 16

-patricks pov-

both me and pete wake up to a loud thud coming from the kitchen/living room. i get up to find  andy picking up all his vegan granola bars off the floor.

patrick, "what are you doing?"

andy, "i dropped my granola bars."

patrick, "why are you up so early?"

andy, "its ten o'clock? its not early."

patrick, "im not one for waking up early so this feels like early to me." i say walking away with a laugh cause its sadly true.

i walk back into the room to find pete asleep again, i slowly lay down lext to him and put my arms around him falling back asleep.

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i finally say its time to get out of bed at around eleven thirty, i rarely wake up this early. pete was already up when i went out of the bunks, im confused how he got out of my arms without waking me.

we had already stopped once this morning apparently without me knowing. they didnt know when id wake up so had gone in without me but got me a smoothie (since im vegetarian).

i walked out to be greeted by pete with a morning kiss and andy handing me the smoothie.

i sit down at the table and look threw social media, which i rarely do. i look and see posts from a bunch of fans saying "PETERICK IS REAL!!!!". i started getting scared cause there was no way it got out, it shouldnt have at least. i put my head down on the table with a loud bang, making everyone on the bus stare at me.

pete, "trick what happened?" i stay silent for a minute.

patrick, "Who the fuck put me and pete out on social media?!" pete runs over to look at the posts then he starts getting upset too.

pete, "why are random people tweeting that "peterick is real"??? dont fucking lie either!"

joe just looks down as we stare at the two of them..

patrick, "are you serious?! you really thought this was a good idea to just put us out like this without our consent?? we were going to tell everyone when we felt comfortable with this! thanks joe this is just amazing.."

i walk off without him saying another word, i didnt want to see him or even hear his voice. i hear pete is going on at him cause he just fucked things up really bad. before flopping down on the bed, i punch the wall with my already sprained wrist just not giving a single fuck. i scream in pain cause my mind didnt realize that there was a chance it might be broken now.

pete hears the thud and runs in to me laying on the bed, holding my wrist in full agony. he yells to andy to get ice asap.

patrick, "i didnt want to come out to the public this quick..." tears ran down my face once again this week. pete holds my shoulders up, feeling sorry for everything i had been through this week.

pete, "its gonna be ok.. we will figure this out, i promise." andy ran in with the ice, pete unwrapped my hand and put the ice on it after examining it.

pete, "your gonna hate me when i say this, but i think you should go to the hospital to get this looked at. you have punched two things and you have fallen on it. i doubt this is gonna be ok without medical help.."

patrick, "i agree i need to be ok for the concerts."

andy told the bus driver to try and find a nearby hospital for me. pete had gotten me the ibueprofen from when i was sick the first time, to try to help ease the pain i was in before we had gone to the emergency room.

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