Miss Missing You a Patrick Stump Fanfiction

Chapter thirteen

Patrick lead me into the garage where his band would be playing.

"Tori, this is Pete. Our bassist." He said, introducing me to a black haired boy with eyeliner and black clothes.

"Pete, this is Tori." Patrick said.

Pete smiled at me. "Hello." He said.

"Hi." I said shyly.

"Sorry, couldn't hear you." Pete said.

"Tori." I said a little louder.

"Leave her be, Pete." Patrick said.

Pete grinned and walked over to pick up his bass.

A guy with dark curly hair walked over next. "Hi, I'm Joe." He said.

"Tori Eaton." I said.

"Eaton, huh? Nice name, babe." Pete called.

"Don't call me babe." I said.

Pete smiled again. "I like her, Stump. Keep her around." He said.

I blushed. "That's Andy over there." Patrick said. "But he's too shy to talk to you. Yo Hurley! This is Tori!"

Andy smiled and waved. I waved back, but he'd already looked down.

"Okay, we're gonna play. Tori, you can sit down right there." Patrick said.

I sat down on the couch. "Oh, are we starting?" Pete asked.

He grabbed the strap to his bass and threw it over his head.

"Watch and learn babe!" he cried.

How many times can you tell someone not to call you something?

The boys began to play. It was amazing. And hell, Patrick could really sing. After they finished, I learned that the name of the song was Dead On Arrival.

"I loved it!" I exclaimed.

Patrick smiled.

"Good. I was hoping you would."

I woke up with a smile. I loved having dreams like that.

Patrick was under me, and I realized id fallen asleep on the couch, sprawled across his chest.

"Well, good morning." He said with a grin.

"It's four pm, Patrick." I said.

He laughed. "I know." He said.

I sat up, but he pulled me back to his chest. "No, don't go." He said.

I smiled. "I have to go home eventually." I said.

"No you don't. You can stay with me forever." Patrick said.

"No I can't. You don't even live in this hotel." I said.

"I'll buy it. I'll buy it and name it Tori's hotel." He joked.

I giggled and got up. "I need to go home and take a shower. And change clothes." I said.

"What's wrong with those?" he asked.

"They're dirty." I told him.

"So?"

"I can't wear dirty clothes all day."

"Then take 'em off."

I playfully hit his arm and reached for my crutches. "Pat, please take me home." I said.

He groaned. "Fiiiine." He said, standing up. "But only because I love you."

I giggled again as he scooped me into his arms and carried me out the door.

*****

Patricks POV

Tori was still showering. I leaned back against her couch. I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to let her out of my sight. After two endless years, I finally had her back. I didnt want to lose her again.

Ever.

I heard the water turn off and the shower curtain move.

"Um, Patrick?" she called.

"Yeah?" I asked, standing.

"Could you bring me a towel from my room please?"

I smirked. "Maybe you don't need a towel." I called.

"You are such a pervert." I heard.

I laughed. "That's not a good way to get a towel." I said.

"Please? I'm cold."

"Aw, well when you put it like that." I said.

I got up and got her a towel.

"Open up," I said when I reached the door.

"No. Just leave it at the door." Tori said.

"Char, I've seen you naked. Just open the door." I said.

I heard her sigh. She opened the door and reached for the towel.

That's when I saw the cuts on her wrists.

"Tori! What the hell are these?!" I demanded, entering the bathroom and taking her wrist into my hand.

She took the towel away and wrapped it around her body. "They're not new." She said.

"But they're there! I thought you'd stopped this!" I cried.

"I did! But then...but then you left." She said.

My stomach dropped.

"Tori..." I whispered.

"I'm sorry." She said, biting her lip.

I pulled her into my arms. "Don't ever do that again." I told her. "Ever."

She nodded against my chest.

"Stay with me tonight." I said.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because I love you and I don't want you to have another nightmare." I said.

"Why can't we stay here?" she asked.

"We can, but I thought this place freaked you out." I said.

She tensed. "Yeah, you're right." She whispered.

Well, that's a first.

Okay, so sorry for the sucky chapter but I've got writers block. I'll try to make this more dramatic! Love y'all!

-Amy