"I know they'll be coming to find me soon, but my Stockholm Syndrome's in your room. Yeah, I fell for you,"

"And today, we have Joseph Trohman and Louis Tomlinson in the studio to say a few words about the disappearance of Andrew Hurley and Peter Wentz two months ago," I almost drop the glass of coke I'm carrying when I hear that.

"Andy!" I yell, turning the TV up. He comes running in and sits down next to me, waiting for me to say something. I just point at the TV as Lou and Joe appear. His eyes widen as he leans forward, elbows on knees.

"We.. we just miss them. A fucking lot. It's bad. Joe hasn't slept for more than two hours at a time since they've been gone," Lou explains, patting Joe's back.

They zoom in on Joe next. His eyes are puffy and red, and he looks like total shit. I feel Andy stiffen next to me.

"I can't do this," is all Joe says before the cameras cut back to Hailey Winters or whatever her name is.

"It's very unfortunate what happened to those four. They've been through a lot, including a break up, a make up, and another break up. I can't wait to see what'll happen when," She clears her throat, "if they reunite. This is Hailey Winthrope signing off. Have a goodnight,"

"Andy," I say shakily. He glares at me, moving as far away from me he can without getting up.

"Nothing you can say will fix this, Pete," He says, standing up. Before he leaves, though, I say something that catches him off guard.

"Let's escape," I say suddenly, standing up beside him. He raises his eyebrows.

"You're sure you can live without your kidnapper boyfriend?" He asks mockingly. I roll my eyes.

Sure I can. Right? Hopefully.

"Yeah," I say eventually, swallowing the lump that's forming in my throat. I can do this.

"Tell me the plan," He says, sitting back down. I whisper everything I have in mind to him, to which he grins. "Okay, let's do it,"

--

"You!" Brendon yells, pointing at me. He comes closer and hits me in the face. Ow, my fucking nose! "You think you could get away this easily?" He asks, nose to nose with me. Patrick looks horrified. "I told you what would happen if you fucked up, but it doesn't look like you care," He smirks at me before grabbing Patrick by his hair, making him yelp in pain.

"Pete, help!" He screams. I breathe hard, trying to get Patrick out of Brendon's grip. I can't, though. He's stronger than me.

"You fucked up, so little Patrick here has to pay the fucking price!" He yells again. Andy stands there, not looking surprised at all.

"Andy, help," Patrick whines, looking as vulnerable as ever. Andy doesn't move or show any form of expression. He just stands there.

"Why would he help? He's the one that told me about your little escape plan, Peter," Brendon tells me, gripping Patrick's hair tighter. I turn towards Andy, mouth wide open. He still doesn't say anything.

"You.. you're lying! Andy wouldn't do that!" I say, looking at him for conformation. He wouldn't jeopardise not getting to see Joe to get Patrick killed, right?

"Pete," is all Andy says. He doesn't even look sorry for it! Patrick's going to get killed all because of Andy!

"Bastard!" I yell, hitting his chest with my fists. What hurts the most is that it doesn't affect him. He doesn't start crying or even fight back, he just takes the hits until I can't hit him anymore.

"I.. I love you, Pete," Patrick croaks out. That's the last thing I hear before I black out.

--

"Where am I?" I ask. Lights flash everywhere when I try to open my eyes, so I shut them abruptly. "Patrick?" I ask, feeling a hand in my own. The hand just squeezes mine back.

"It's okay, Pete," A voice says as a kiss is pressed to my hand. I feel like I'm floating as I try to open my eyes yet again. This time I can see a bit, but it's blurry. The hand holding mine isn't Patrick's. It's Lou's. What?

"Louis?" I ask, blinking and rubbing my eyes. He nods his head, forcing a smile. "Where's Patrick?" His mood quickly changes in point six seconds.

He frowns deeply as he looks across the room. There lie Patrick, hands cuffed to the board with about three tubes down his throat. If Lou wouldn't have told me that was him, I wouldn't have known.

I gasp as I try to get up. Louis quickly stops me from pulling the IV out of my arm. IV? When did they stick that in? I hate needles.

"Hey, hey, calm down. He's only in here because no other rooms were available. He'll be away from you in no time," Louis tries to soothe me, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. I push him away quickly. Away from me? I love him.

"Louis, stop. I love Patrick," I try to pull the IV out again, but he doesn't stop me this time. His eyebrows furrow together when I get all of my needles and things undone and waddle over to Patrick's bed, sitting in the chair next to him. "Wake up, baby," I grab his hand and squeeze.

Nothing. Not like I really expected anything, but still. It would've been nice.

A thought hits me. This was because of me. This all happened because I fucked up and tried to escape. Well, I thought I could trust Andy, but I obviously cannot.

But I really shouldn't blame him. He just missed Joe. I had Patrick with me the whole time. He was never taken away from me. So maybe I deserve to not have Patrick.

But somewhere in the back of my mind tells me that Patrick and I could've been good together. We could've gotten married and adopted and everything.

Patrick would've been a great dad. Why am I saying would've? He is going to be a great dad. I know it. He is going to wake up. He is going to be fine.

Right?