"Why can't you just tell me that you love me?!" I cry, pushing him back by his chest.
"Why do you care so fucking much about three little words, Y/N?" he sits on the twin bed, holding his head in his hands. "Why do you need to hear it?!"
I sit on the opposite bed, wondering myself why it mattered so much. "Because I love you, Patrick. I just want to know you feel the same way about me". I get up and walk towards the living room.
"Where are you going?" he calls out, standing up from the bed.
"I just need some space".
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I'd fallen asleep on the couch when I heard light music playing from the bedroom. Patrick walks towards me slowly, crouching in front of me and brushing a piece of hair out of my face.
"I'm sorry," he says, holding a hand out for me to take.
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My heart was beating quickly, what was he planning? Hesitantly, I put my hand in his and he leads me back to the bedroom, where my record player is spinning.
Before I can ask him what he's doing, he takes my hands and wraps them around his neck, bringing me in by my waist. Slowly we start to sway, staring at one another with a sense of unsureness and fascination. He pulls me even closer, and I feel myself grow nervous. I tilt my head down to hide the redness in my cheeks and as he turns to look down at me, I bury my face in his neck.
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Patrick slides his hand up my back, and I could feel him smile against my face. This was the longest we'd ever gone with no speaking face to face. The moment felt like magic, the warmth of his body holding mine. I could feel his shoulders under the thin fabric of his shirt pressing against my arms. His hands pressing on my back to keep me in place.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers into my ear. The feeling was something I couldn't describe. I loved this boy so much and in this moment, the world was perfect. I tilt my head up and stare at him for a while before he notices, tilting his head to the side to look at me.
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"Can I ask you something?" I begin, drawing us to a stop. He nods his head and watches me with a small smile. "What am I to you?"
I watch his eyes, the way they would scan over my face, reading me like a book. "You're everything to me," he replies in a deep voice, his voice cracking slightly. I rest my head on his chest, feeling him start to sway us again. The music danced around us and mixed with the light. It was beautiful, he was beautiful. I opened my mouth to tell him I love him again but he cuts me off, leaning back to look into my eyes, "I love you so much, Y/N".
A/N: I used this website that generates what my height looks like compared to Owen's and I'm shook.
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