Listen to the above song while reading.

Is it crazy that I want you to stay

When I tell you to leave

When I tell you go?

Is it crazy that I say your name

More times a day

Than I say my own

Tell me, baby, is it crazy?

Tell me, baby, is it crazy?

"You're leaving again?" your hushed voice cut through the warmth of your bedroom like an icicle, making Patrick freeze mid-way as he was sneaking out of your bed.

His body tensed up at the sound of your tiny voice, and you could perfectly envision the expression on his face as he heaved a heavy sigh and ran a hand through his thick head of hair.

"Isn't this how it's supposed to go, (Y/N)?" he questioned, mild exasperation evident in his voice as his hands busied themselves with reaching for his items of clothing strewn around the room. "You call me over, we have a good time and then I leave. That was the agreement."

An immature agreement that you were utterly senseless to concede to. The whole 'friends with benefits' thing never works out; it was a well-known fact. Yet, no one ever acknowledges that fact, and they're all convinced that their 'arrangement' won't fall under the category of 'failed' – which ultimately, they do.

Your and Patrick's situation was not unlike the rest. There was a mutual attraction between you, which both of you were well aware of, but neither of you were looking for anything too serious; this resulted in the complicated relationship you were currently partaking in.

Is it crazy when you're gone for a minute

I'm missing you, Yeah, I feel alone

Is it crazy that I'm jealous of them bitches

When they get your time

And I know it's wrong?

But, tell me, is it crazy?

Yeah, I need to know if it's crazy

Damn

"You could at least stay for a little while," you mewled, clutching at the bedding draped around your body as if it were a lifeline.

"Wouldn't that just complicate things?" he inquired. He still wasn't facing you, a clear indication that having this conversation was the last thing he wanted to do.

"Things are already complicated," you huffed while running your fingers through the knots in your matted hair.

You couldn't say when you started developing real feelings for Patrick, because you weren't entirely sure. All you remember is that one night after he had come over and you had had sex, he was gone almost immediately after, leaving you with a newfound feeling of emptiness – which you hadn't felt all those previous times, when he had done the exact same thing.

You found yourself wishing that he would stay with you, cuddling and talking about random, unimportant things until you fell asleep in each other's arms. What was more, you found yourself resenting whomever it was that he was leaving you to hang out with, even if it was just the guys. You craved the attention and loyalty he provided them with, and that craving snowballed into a massive ball of ice, striking you at full force and obliterating any feeling of warmth every time he walked out that door.

'Cause I ain't been myself

Lately something's going on

Nah boy, I ain't even slept

I been up all night long

In my head

Tryna figure what I want, what I do

What I don't

"It was never supposed to be," he reminded, finally turning to look at your defeated frame; those blue eyes pierced through your entire being.

You snorted and rolled your eyes at his ridiculous statement. "Oh please. You and I both know that that's total bullshit. It was always going to get complicated and messy. That's just how these things work." You shoved a pillow off of the bed with a sharp kick of your right foot, to emphasize your irritation.

Is it crazy all them answers is you?

Tell me, 'cause it's blowing my mind

Tell me, 'cause I don't understand

How someone can just walk into your life

And everything before them you forget

"Calm down," he cooed, voice smooth and comforting, although it did the exact opposite of comforting you.

"Don't tell me to calm down," you snarled, frowning at him, "I am calm."

"Tell that to the pillow," he cocked his head to the soft rectangle lying on the floor.

You weren't amused, so you simply opted to continue glaring at him, causing him to exhale heavily and climb back onto the bed.

Is it crazy?

Tell me what's going on

I need to know

'Cause I ain't tryna lose myself

Or lose control

Baby, tell me the truth

I need to know

Is it crazy?

Baby, is it crazy?

"(Y/N)..." he started wearily, afraid that he wouldn't find the right words to say. Luckily for him, you cut him off with a shake of your head and a raised hand.

"Stop right there. I know what's about to happen. You're gonna say that you're only in this for the physicality of it, and you want nothing more from this relationship. Then, you're gonna apologise for hurting my feelings, except you won't really be sorry, since you'll get up and stride away as quickly as you can – which then leaves me to wallow in self-pity and beat myself up over the fact that I let my feelings screw everything up once again. Is that correct or did I leave something else out?" you quipped, cocking one brow at him.

Patrick drew in a deep breath.

Is it crazy that I told my ex don't call no more, 'cause I'm in love?

Is it crazy that I keep your shirt right here, just to smell your cologne?

Damn that sounds crazy

Tell me is it crazy?

He was about to say something but you cut him off once again.

"And I know that it's not ideal. But I can't help that I have these feelings for you. And believe me when I say that I have no cooking clue where they came from!" you explained breathlessly, a light chuckle skimming past your lips. "One day, I was perfectly fine with this arrangement and didn't feel anything when you got up and left, but then the next, I was crying into my pillow and clutching one of the shirts you forgot here. I don't know what happened, Patrick, and I'm sorry."

You were on the verge of tears now, and Patrick shushed you as he carefully pulled you into his chest, allowing his essence to soothe you.

"You're wrong, (Y/N)," was his response. "I would never do that to you. Leave you like that. I could never. Not to you."

"Maybe not," you sniffled, "but you still don't want a relationship. And I'm aware of that. I've been trying to rid my head of those type of thoughts, but they just won't go away."

'Cause I ain't been myself

Lately something's going on

Nah boy, I ain't even slept

I been up all night long

In my head

Tryna figure out what I want, what I do

What I don't

"So says they have to?" he whispered, the words making your heart leap into your throat.

Is it crazy all them answers is you?

Tell me 'cause it's blowing my mind

Tell me 'cause I don't understand

How someone just can walk into your life

And everything before them you forget

"I," you stuttered, brain trying to comprehend his question, "I thought you didn't want a relationship with me."

"Did I ever say that?"

"No. But it was implied. Heavily implied. I mean, you wouldn't even stay the night."

"I wouldn't stay the night for the same reason you wouldn't ask me to stay the night," he explained. "I was scared that I'd fall in too deep and ruin everything."

Is it crazy?

Is it crazy? (crazy)

Is it crazy? (crazy)

Is it crazy?

Tell me is it crazy?

Is it crazy?

Is it crazy?

"But I guess," he continued, stroking your hair, "now that I know how deep you're in, there's nothing holding me back anymore."

"Truly and honestly?" you questioned, looking up at him. "This is what you want too?"

Well if it is, I'll just be crazy for you

Baby, 'cause it's blowing my mind

Tell me, 'cause I don't understand

How someone just can walk into your life

And everything before them you forget

He nodded.

I'm crazy, crazy, crazy for you

I'm crazy, crazy, crazy for you

"Truth is, (Y/N)," he pulled you even closer and rested his head atop yours, "I'm crazy in love with you."

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