A/N So I've decided to tense it up a bit. Just a bit. No biggie. Also, lots of swear words ahead.

Another thing, don't look up 'Blue Rabbits Patrick Stump'.

Just don't.

" Hey, would you look at that! " Andy beamed, " (Y/n) goes to the same hotel as we do. "

" What the shit. " you say, very much confused.

" Language! " Joe shouts, " Patrick doesn't like that kind of vulgarity. "

" Dammit Joe, you're never going to let that down! "

Pete starts screaming in the distance, " Is my baby swearing?! "

" No! "

" Why is my baby swearing?! "

" I'm not swearing dammit - wait. "

" There he goes again! "

" Bucking hell, Pete. I'm not bucking swearing, okay? "

" Good. " Pete comes over and looks over to your now empty spot, " Hey! Where'd (Y/n) go? "

" You scared her, you idiot. " Andy said, smacking Pete's head.

" Ow! "

" Whatever you guys. I'm hungry. " Joe shrugs, " She's going to come back anyway. "

. . . . .

You managed to slip away while Pete was screaming in the distance and bickering about language. As much as you wanted to stay, you had to keep up with your schedule.

So you walked on a sidewalk leading to the Eiffel Tower, and while walking, your phone begins to vibrate. You quickly took it out if your bag and looked at the screen.

It was an unknown number. You expected it would be your client calling but not this. Your thumb hovers just above the button to accept, but then the call resorts to a text, saying:

I'm coming back for you. One way or another.

Almost immediately, you drop your phone into your bag and look around frantically before going on a mad dash.

You really didn't know where you were going. You just knew you had needed to get away. Memories quickly flooded your senses and you seemed to stumble into the street. A hand hurriedly grabbed your wrist and forced you back just as a car was about to hit you. " (Y/n) are you insane?! "

You immediately registered the voice as Patrick and slightly stepped back, muttering incoherent words. Your vision began to slur as Patrick's blurry figure moved closer and grabbed your shoulders, asking if you were alright.

' He can't be back, ' you thought, ' he can't be. '

You remembered the sight of blood and the metallic taste of it. Memories of glass shards lying on the floor, and how the knife shined in a beautiful and sickening way as blood dripped at its edge.

You shook your head. Why are you only remembering this now?

Why do I have a sick feeling about this?

Your mind screamed to get away, but you can't. You couldn't. For you got stuck in the darkness.

. . . . .

" Shit man. Should we bring her to the hospital? " Joe asked.

" I don't know. " Patrick mutters.

" She's burning up, you guys. " Andy says as he looks worriedly at the girl in Patrick's bed.

" I'll get some medicine. " Pete said and walks out the door.

" I'll go with. " Andy quickly scurries over to the door.

Patrick stared at the closed door, smiling at Andy's motherly attitude, which of course, earned him the name ' Mother Hurley '.

He then remembered you lying unconscious on his bed and his smile faltered. When you fainted, he and Pete had to carry you back to the hotel while Joe and Andy cleared a way for them. It was quite awkward, especially when they tried to convince passer-bys that they were not doing anything illegal.

Joe looked quite distressed as he paced back and forth. Then all of a sudden, he just stops and stares at Patrick as if he realized something horrible, " What are we gonna say when she wakes up? "

" Really? " Patrick just gives him a look, " Is that what you're worrying about? "

" Of course not! " Joe throws his hands up in the air, " Its just - think about it. What's going to be her reaction when she wakes up to us? "

" She'll be fine. " Patrick tries to reassure Joe but deep down he knows Joe has a point.

Minutes later, when Pete and Andy arrived, you began to move around.

" I think she's having a nightmare or something. " Joe says.

" We have to wake her up, you guys. " Patrick said as he shakes your shoulders. It doesn't quite work though.

Pete goes away for a minute and comes back with a bucket of cold water. " Move! " he quickly drains it and you immediately jolt up, hanging on to Patrick, since he was the closest.

You were breathing heavily as if you just ran a marathon. Tears were streaming down your face and hadn't realised until Patrick enveloped you in his arms. " Shh . . . " he whispered, " Its gonna be okay. " You didn't say anything. The only thing you did was make Patrick's shirt wet.

Andy quietly offered tissues minutes later while Joe and Pete went to order some pizza, claiming that a slice of pizza will take away all your troubles.

You couldn't help but agree.

The five of you ended up watching underrated animations, finishing up to four boxes of pizza. In which it led to this conversation:

" I thought girls have diets. " Pete said.

" Why have a diet when you can have pizza. " you said.

" Finally! Someone who understands me. "

Now, you had just finished watching Grave of the Fireflies and Patrick was crying his eyes out while you and Andy wiped away a tear or two. Pete and Joe looked absolutely bored as they munched on a pizza slice.

" Why can't we watch something with sunshine and pancakes?! " Patrick bawled.

" Shut up dude. "

A/N Grave of the Fireflies tore my heart to pieces.