"Henry, do you take Patrick Hockstetter to be your husband till death do you part?" "i..." i looked over at henry. "i do." "Patrick, do you take Henry Bowers to be your husband till death do you part?" "i do." i smiled at henry. "you may now kiss the groom." the wedding was perfect.
"Pat! Wake up, you've been sleeping for so long. It's already 2 in the afternoon!" henry shook me harshly. "i'm up, sorry." "hurry, we're going to be late for dinner, my mom has been excited since last week."
I got ready and walked into the bathroom. i saw henry applying cream onto his scars. "need help?" i kissed his neck and rubbed the cream on his waist where he had purplish marks, aswell as his back and stomach." "how do you still have marks? it's been what, 6 years?" henry didn't reply. did he hurt himself? "pat, i don't wanna talk about it. just don't ever bring it up. ever."
we stopped half drive to get a pack of cigarettes. it was empty inside. not even a cashier, maybe we could just get our shit and leave. "patrick, just get the pack and go." "it's empty hen, it's not like someone's gonna barge through the door." he sighed. "can i?" he asked. i nodded and he got down. as he unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants, i heard some voices outside of the shop. "better make this a quick one."
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care for me. (henpat)
Fanfiction"henry are you okay? is this a bad time?" "no patrick, why do you wanna see me anyways? didn't i break your heart?" "yeah you did but it doesn't mean i would never forgive you, i still love you no matter what henry." __________ 16 year olds, patric...
