*Ding*
Patrick groans and buries his face in the back of your neck, pressing his lips against your skin and giving you a gentle kiss.
*Ding*
His eyes pop open and he's immediately blinded by the sunlight shining through the window. His eyebrows furrow together as he squints his eyes, his pupils shrinking to prevent how much light they're taking in. Once the room comes into focus, he glances back over his shoulder and looks at the digital clock on your nightstand. 7:38a.m. Sitting in front of the digital clock is your cellphone, the screen lit up with notifications.
He stretches his hand back and picks it up, bringing it closer to his face to see that all the notifications are text messages.
Zack - Today, 7:37a.m.
Why aren't you answering the door? Come on let me in, (Y/N).
Zack - Today, 7:35a.m.
Hey, I'm here. I left my keys home when I left for tour though so you're going to have to let me in.
Zack - Today, 7:02a.m.
I just got off the train and I'm picking up a taxi. I should be there in about a half an hour. I hope you didn't tell Chase I was coming - I want to surprise him!
Zack - Today, 1:39a.m.
Hey, I might be coming a little earlier than expected. Our bus arrived in Minnesota early and I found a train to Chicago. I decided to take it because I really miss you guys. I should be there in a few hours.
Patrick's eyes widen in horror, "Uh, (Y/N)?"
"Yeah?" You mumble, still not fully awake.
"He's here."
"Just tell him to go back to bed, it's too early," You retort, thinking he's talking about Chase.
"No, (Y/N). He's here."
"What do you mean?"
"Zack's here!" He snaps at you, "Zack is here! Right now!"
"WHAT!?!" You scream, jolting right up and looking over at him worriedly. Patrick hands you your phone and you take it into your possession, reading the messages for yourself. "Fuck! Why'd he have to do this? I told him to come in two days, not today! Ugh!" You toss your phone to him and jump out of bed, throwing the covers at him in the process.
Patrick pulls the covers down off from face and sees you trying to pull your jeans on, hopping around. He can't hold back the laugh that escapes from his lips, to which you shoot a glare in his direction. He bites his lip to keep himself from laughing and tilts his head down, looking at your phone in his hands.
"I'm telling you, (Y/N), just end it with him already," He mutters under his breath as he swipes his thumb across your screen to unlock it, wanting to distract himself with a game.
"Patrick, it's not as easy as just leaving him. You don't understand."
"You're right, I don't," And at the same
time you say it, he says, "And I never will."
You glance over at him and sigh.
"Hey, what's your passcode again?" Patrick inquires after punching in a couple of wrong ones.
"I already told you, I don't have any games on there," You grumble as you struggle to button your jeans because your hands are so fidgety, "Goddammit, why won't these button?"
"Here, let me help," He crawls out of bed and walks up to you, taking your hands away from the hemline of your pants and buttoning the two sides together himself.
"Thanks," You say so quietly he almost doesn't hear it, your cheeks growing red with embarrassment.
Patrick keeps his hands there and slowly gazes up into your eyes, the corner of his lips curling up into a smirk. You smirk too and lean in, connecting your lips with his.
Ding.
You groan in annoyance and pull out of the kiss, looking over at your phone on the bed. "I'm sorry," You apologize, running your hands down his chest before dropping them to your sides, walking over and looking at your cellphone. You roll your eyes and throw your phone back down, striding over to the closet and tearing open the doors, staring at your collection of shirts and trying to decide which one to pair with your jeans. Patrick walks up behind you and reaches over your shoulder, picking out a solid white, v-neck, short-sleeve tee. "What about this?"
You smile up at him and snatch the garment out of his hand, quickly slipping it over your head and adjusting it. Patrick leans against the vanity and heaves a sigh, smiling at you. You meet his gaze and blush even more than you already were.
"So...should I stay or should I go?" He asks, crossing his arms.
You sigh and turn away from him, "As much as I want you to stay, I think I'm going to need you to go."
"(Y/N), why don't you just tell him?" He questions, picking up his clothes and slipping into them, "I mean, this would be the perfect time."
"On his birthday?" You scoff, "Fuck no. I couldn't do that to him. That's just cruel."
"Are you ever going to tell him?" He asks impatiently, tightening and buckling his belt. Ever since he lost all that weight, none of his clothes have been fitting quite the same way.
"I'll tell him eventually, Patrick," You glance over your shoulder at him, a pained expression on your face, "Just not right now."
He exhales slowly, "So I guess this is goodbye."
"Just for the next week," You murmur, walking over to Patrick and giving him a quick kiss on the lips, "Thanks for being so understanding."
He nods his head and kisses you once more before following you out of the bedroom. The two of you make your way downstairs to see that the front door has already been opened.
"(Y/N)! Hey!"
Fuck.