the lonelier version of you

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He slowly pulled away from me and the joy of the kiss quickly wore off plumiting me back into reality. The hard truth and the shirt he caused me before hit me like a punch in the face.

"I don't want this." I meant for my voice to sound stronger but it was weak. "I don't want to see you ever again." I said more sure of myself this time. Patrick just stared at me a moment.

"Iris, I don't want to be without you anymore. I'm so sorry I told you-" he began, but I cut him off.

"I know you are." I said coldly and gave him one more look before walking off and leaving him there in the skybox by himself.

I made sure he wasn't following me before I caught a taxi and headed home. I wasn't sorry for what I had done but I sure was sad about it. I waited until I was at home in my bed to start crying.

I just wanted him to hurt as bad as he hurt me, but I didn't understand why hurting him made me hurt so bad. This was all so confusing, Emotions are stupid.

My phone began to go off in my pocket.

I knew who it was and I couldn't resist.

"Hello?" I said flatly.

"Dude, she answered" I heard an unfimilar voice in the back ground.

"Iris?" The voice asked.

"Yeah?" I sniffled.

"I think she's been crying" I heard him whisper to someone once again in the background.

"Who are you, why are you calling me from Patrick's phone, and who the hell are you talking to?!" I asked

"I'm Patrick's best friend Pete and-"

"So Patrick couldn't call me himself?!" I snapped at Pete.

"No, he's crying in his hotel bathroom, he has no idea I'm calling you or that I stole his phone." Pete said

"So why are you calling me? To tell me I hurt him? Because he hurt me too." I said I heard a sigh on the other end of the phone.

"You are obviously a strong woman and you have no idea how much Patrick needs that in his life, especially right now. He talks about you a lot, I think he's really sorry." Pete said. I suddenly felt sadness hit me like a ton of bricks again. "Please give him another chance, he's so lonely and I truly believe you're the only person that can help him be happy again" Pete urged.

"I'll be at my place waiting." I said as I wiped tears from my eyes.

"Thank you Iris" Pete said and I hung up.

I paced my living room floor for an hour until there was a knock at the door. I actually felt excited as I opened it and saw him standing there.

We imediatly hugged each other.

"I'm seriously so so sorry" Patrick said into the hug.

"I am too" I replied. By that point I think we were both crying for some reason. I just wanted to keep him there in that hug for as long as I could.

"I missed you so much" he said

"I waited the whole time you were gone to hear you say that." I said. I pulled back just enough to be able to kiss him, Our arms were locked tightly around each other the whole time.

"Be sure to thank Pete for me later" I laughed.

"I was so pissed at him at first when I found out he had talked to you" Patrick smiled.

"How long are you going to be here?" I asked him making his face go sad again.

"Just tonight, I'm actually on tour and I had to see you."

"Oh" I replied feeling let down.

"But in a few more weeks I can come back." He said "I'll call you every night, and every morning, and I can text you all the time. I swear I will this time" he rambled despratly.

"Alright." I agreed with a smile.

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Patrick had kept his promise, he would tell me good morning every morning and good night every night we had long conversations through texts. He ended up staying with me for about a month before convincing me to stay with him in LA for a little while, I end up not leaving.

Looking back he was worth all of this, we fixed each other, we made each other less lonely, we made each other happy. It was nice having someone to come home to everyday. I'm glad I gave him the chances I did.

Hey guys! sorry to those of you addicted to the story, I just felt like I had to end it here. Everything good comes to an end.
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