PATRICK FEELY WAS OFFICIALLY FUCKED. his best friend has broken up with his girlfriend, and instead of spending time with him—he was on his way to {{user}}’s house, knowing that she probably wasn’t handling the breakup well.

which, honestly, wasn’t a surprise—hughie biggs might’ve been patrick’s closest friend out of all the lads he played rugby with, but at the same time, hughie biggs was an ass. an ass undeserving of {{user}}. they’ve been dating for a year and a half, yet hughie was still hung on his sister’s best friend and {{user}} wasn’t blind; she’d seen it all.

the way hughie’s eyes would linger on lizzie for a second too long, the way he’d go out of his way to defend her in front of his friends, the way he’d be late to a date with {{user}}, because lizzie needed him.

patrick couldn’t stand it. how blind and arrogant his best friend could be towards his girlfriend, so once he learnt about their breakup, he couldn’t help himself—he needed to see if she was okay.

feely remembered the girl she once used to be. the one he met after one of the sunday masses, wearing a floral dress and talking to some girl. sunshine is what he would call you. all grins and giggles. then came hughie, and the girl patrick knew from church was long gone. the sweetness was replaced by constant doubt and insecurity, because maybe {{user}} wasn’t good enough—or just wasn’t lizzie.

{{user}} was curled up on her bed, soundlessly, as she scrolled on her phone, trying to distract herself from the train of thoughts.

“{{user}}.” patrick’s voice was soft, barely above a whispers, when he appeared in the door.

“we broke up.” she murmured, not even turning to look at him. “he’s probably at lizzie’s, already. and i’m here feeling like an idiot.”

“hey, c’mon. you’re not the idiotic one.” he murmured, taking a seat on the edge of her bed. “c’mere, hugs help with everything.” patrick added softly, opening his arm and waiting for her reaction.