Patrick Stump Imagines

Jet Pack Blue P.4

It's been a week since then. Since I found out he cheated on me. He still doesn't know where I am, which is good I guess. Andy told me Patrick was starting to suspect he had me, but he could be wrong. I still haven't answered any of Patrick's calls or texts, even though he does both at least ten times a day. I have over 50 voicemails and over a thousand texts from him now. I can't bring myself to even glance at them.
The thought of him just... pains me.

Not many people know I'm staying at Andy's. Only the rest of Fall Out Boy and my brother know I am. Joe and Pete come to Andy's apartment every week just to hang out. Pete tells me Patrick barely leave the studio because he's afraid I'd go back home to pack my things and leave without telling him I'm doing so. He says Patrick's to hung up on me and has broken down.

Why though? Why would he break? I should be the broken one. I was the one who was cheated on, not him. I'm not broken, though... just a little bit pissed off.

As for my brother, he went to the house for a surprise visit, only to be met by a swollen eyed, broken Patrick. He called me after he left the house, worried about me and my whereabouts. His phone call has been the only one I picked up. When I did pick up, he sounded pissed off. Was it because I left without notice, that I told no one where I was, or because of Patrick? I'll never know.

It's 9 am as I sit on Andy's couch in his clothes, watching the morning news. As soon as the reporter got onto the subject of a murder in the states, there was a knock on the door. I looked over the door, confused.

Andy wasn't home. He left a half an hour ago to either go to the gym or for a jog. Why would someone be here if he's not home? Don't they know he's not? He doesn't normally have many visitors, so I don't really know.

My thoughts were interrupted as my phone played its ringtone. I thought I could hear a sigh over the sound, but I wasn't sure until a voice came from the door. The same voice I've been hiding from for a week.

"Y/N... Please... I know you're in there..." Patrick quietly songs from behind the door. My eyes widened at the sound. He was going to lure me out with a song I could never help but sing. "People are asking where you've been..." He chokes slightly at the truth behind the words. The Press have probably been on him about me. I wouldn't be surprised. "They say have courage... They all say have courage or give up... But I can't. Y/N. P-please. I need you. I-I love you so much. " Patrick stopped singing halfway through the song.

How am I supposed to react to this? Am I just supposed to go back to him like he didn't cheat? Or completely ignore his existence the rest of my life? I can't do that... I need closure.

I slowly get up and make my way to the front door. What am I doing? Do I really wanna go through with this? I grasp the knob in my hand, slowly turning it. Behind the door appears Patrick. His hair is a mess, with no fedora on top of it. His blue eyes are bloodshot and swollen. Tears stained his cheeks and the corner of his eyes. His face lit up as he met my eyes.

All I do is stare at him blankly trying not to let the tears behind my eyes free. I don't react as he throws his arms around me, his grip tightening after every second he hangs on. I don't hug back. There's no strength in me to. Patrick buries his face in my neck.

"Holy smokes Y/N. I'm sorry. Sorry for everything. I'm sorry for what I put you through. I'm sorry for what I did. Please, please come back to me. I'm nothing without you. Please Y/N." Patrick begged between sobs. Is he really sorry though? Yes, he's crying , but if he really couldn't live without me, why would he do what he did?

One of my fists ball up as the other hand pushes Patrick off me. His face full of pain and despair. I fought back the tears so he would t see me break, or see I'm effected by his words. He sees me shaking, though, as I look to the ground. I don't look at him as I say what I need to.

"Listen, Stump. No amount of 'I'm sorry's or begging or pleading will make me forget what happened. I loved you. I trusted you. And this is what I get? I thought you were happy with me. You expect me to come back, after a week of nothing from me? Sorry, but no Patrick. Good bye," I say as I slowly close the door.

"Y/N. Please don't close the door..." Patrick begs again, his voice shaking after every word. I stopped the door and looked straight into his eyes.

"I'm only doing what I was told to," I tell him, closing the goddamn door. He doesn't try to stop me. Surprising.

When I walk away from the door, I don't hear footsteps walking away. Is he still behind the door? Just then, I hear muffled sobs coming from the door. He is.

This is affecting him way more than me, and I have no clue why. I mean yes, I'm crying my eyes out. Yes I'm heartbroken at this point. But Patrick, it looked like he hasn't slept in days. His eyes were probably almost swollen shut from crying so much. From the look of him, it's like he hasn't cares what he looks like.

After about ten minutes, I started to hear talking, then yelling behind the door. I became frightened from the sudden uproar outside. What's happening behind that door? I moved closer to the door, trying to decipher the voices. As I moved closer, I began to recognize them. Patrick never left.... And Andy's back.

I approach the door with much more caution now. I'd rather not have them know I'm listening, or Andy flinging the door open to hit me in the face. When I reach the door, my ear immediately is pressed against it, listening in on the conversation.

Only one more part to go c:

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