Peterick Oneshots

In which Patrick gets very drunk

A/N Imagine them how they are in this picture. Patrick's p.o.v

I went to a party at 6. It was 9 and I couldn't walk. Joe asked me how many beers I had. I told him I stopped counting at 12. He said it was time to go home. He took me home, which as an apartment I shared with a hot guy named Pete. 

I stumbled into our apartment and collapsed on the couch. My vision was blurry and I had the worst headache I've ever had. I heard Pete approach the couch. "Lunchbox? Are you okay?" He asked. "Yep. I'm toooootally fine Petey! " I said, my stomach turning. 

"How many beers did you have?" Pete questioned. "Uhhh...green?" I giggled. Pete picked me up. " I'M taking you to the bathroom, you look like you're gonna puke, and then I'm giving you a Tylenol and a water and you're going to bed. " Pete stated. "But I'm fiiiiiine." I whined. Pete shook his head and opened the bathroom door. 

He sat me down in front of the toilet and sat beside me. I glared at him before my stomach lurched. I leaned over the toilet and emptied out my stomach. Pete rubbed my back and got me a Tylenol and a water, as he promised. 

I took the small pill and drank the water. Pete picked me up again and brought me to his bed. He laid me down and laid beside me. "Hey Petey?" I asked. " Yeah? " Pete said. "I love you Petey. " I confessed. "You're drunk." Pete said, shaking his head. "You're pretty. " I giggled. 

I passed out. I woke up cuddled into Pete's chest with a searing headache. Pete kissed my forehead. "Do you remember anything about last night?" I shook my head. 

As my beautiful boyfriend explained the events of that night to me I smiled at my stupidity. "And after all that, you still love me?" I questioned . "Of course baby, I'll always love you." Pete promised .

Pete never breaks a promise.