Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz Imagines

Patrick Imagine #10

A/N This imagine involves self-harm. I'm sorry of this actually does relate to you. I know for a fucking fact, it relates to me.

You quietly sat in your and Patrick's bed, just examining you wrists. There were cuts on them. Some new and bloody, others old and healed. You weren't exactly happy to have them, but that's was the only way you could express yourself.

Patrick was going to come home at only moment. You decided to take a shower, just to get your mind off of things. While the water fell onto your scared skin, you heard the door become unlocked. "(Y/N)!" Patrick called out.

"I'm in the shower!" You yelled.

"Shower quickly!" Patrick demanded. "I have a surprise for you!"

You turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and went into your and Patrick's bedroom. Patrick was sitting on the bed, waiting for you. "Hey-" Patrick began saying, but stopped once he saw your arms.

"(Y-Y/N)," Patrick spit out. "Your a-arms."

"Goddamnit," you mumbled.

Patrick got up and walked over to where you stood. "You do this?" Patrick asked. "Yes," you replied quietly.

"Don't," Patrick insisted. "Don't ever fucking do this again. Please. If you make the wrong move and leave me, I will literally die. Please stop."

You nodded your head and Patrick hugged you. "Now," Patrick said. "just dressed. I still have the surprise."

You put your clothes on and went downstairs. Patrick had set up a romantic dinner for you two.

"Beautiful, huh?" Patrick asked. "Yeah," you replied.

"Happy anniversary," Patrick said.

"God," you whispered. "I forgot."

Patrick had heard what you whispered. "Don't worry," Patrick said. "I just remembered this morning."

"Then we both forgot," you realized.

"Exactly," Patrick said.