What A Catch, Patrick (Patrick Stump/FOB Imagine Short Story)

Looking Out For You

Later that night, you and Patrick are lying in bed, watching the season premiere of yours and his favorite show. But you're distracted, not paying attention to it, because of the encounter with Pete earlier that day. It keeps playing over and over in your head and you can't stop thinking about it.

The show ends and Patrick sighs, "Holy smokes. That was so worth the wait. Don't you think, (Y/N)?"

You shrug your shoulders, "Yeah."

He stands up and stretches his arms in the air, yawning, "I can't wait for next week's episode. I just need to know what happens!" He laughs and turns around to see your withdrawal. Your gaze is averted to the side, tears threatening to escape your eyes, and your arms are crossed over your chest.

"Hey..." He crawls back in bed and tries to gently turn your face so you were looking at him, but you keep your head turned away from him. "What's wrong, (Y/N)?"

"Nothing," You mutter, turning your entire body away from him, sitting up and dangling your legs over the side of the bed. "It's nothing..."

"Babe."

"Leave me alone, Patrick."

"(Y/N)..." He goes to place his hand on your shoulder when you spin around.

"I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!" You shout at him, the tears in your eyes now streaming down your cheeks.

"What-What happened? Why are you so angry?" He inquires concernedly, raising his hand and swiping away the teardrop that rolled down your cheek. You can't bring yourself to answer him, so instead you just fall forward into his chest, balling your eyes out. He wraps his arms around you and holds you close. "Shh," He tries to calm you, "It's going to be okay...whatever it is..."

"P-P-P-" You attempt to tell him, but you're crying too much to even get one word out.

"Shh," He repeats in a whisper, rubbing your back soothingly.

After a little while you calm down your sobbing to an occasional sniffle.

"Want to tell me what's wrong now?" Patrick questions you, his voice hushed.

You sniffle and look up at your husband with red and puffy eyes, "H-He wants us to get a divorce."

"Who?"

"Pete."

"What?"

You nod your head, "B-Because he's jealous and doesn't want us m-married," You exaggerate. But your exaggeration isn't unintentional. You know what exactly what you're saying, knowing it will cause problems between Patrick and Pete and, if all goes as planned, ultimately result in you never having to worry about Pete or the other members in the band ever again.

"That little son of a..." His voice trails off.

"And you know what the worst part it is?" You murmur, sniffling again, "The worst part is that...that he tried to kiss me, Patrick." You fabricate your story. Patrick's eyes widen in horror, in anger, in betrayal. "And that's why he left," You look down and begin playing with the wedding band on your finger, "B-Because I made him leave. When he tried to kiss me, I-I told him I didn't love him anymore, that...that I loved you and I could never even think of doing something like that to you. Ever."

Patrick shakes his head, "Why would he do this to me? I mean, yes, I'm married to his ex-girlfriend," He says guiltily, "But that was ten years ago. You two didn't work out. But to tell you he wants us to get a divorce? That's...That's not his decision. It's just not his place."

"Exactly. So what are you going to about it?" You inquire softly, looking up at him.

*****

The guys meet up at the studio the next day and there's an obvious tension between Patrick and Pete. Andy and Joe notice it, but they agree to not to say anything, afraid they might anger either one of them and risk losing the band again.

Patrick is tapping his foot incessantly and shooting daggers at Pete. Pete's ignoring Patrick's glare, scribbling lyrics down into the notebook in his lap.

Joe clears his throat and begins to say, "So...I was think-"

"You make me sick!" Patrick screams, cutting Joe short. Pete slowly glances up at him, knowing exactly what he's talking about. As for Andy and Joe, they're just sitting there, completely baffled as to what happened that made them this angry at each other.

"Well you make me sick!" Pete shouts back, slamming his notebook down on the floor and rising to his feet, "What the fuck were you thinking marrying (Y/N)? Or better yet, what were you thinking when you asked her out? Which was when exactly?"

"It doesn't matter when she and I got together!" Patrick jumps to his feet and approaches Pete with a sense of superiority, even though he's shorter than him (though the difference was only an inch). "Don't hate me for marrying the woman I love."

"She's mental, Pat!" The bassist tries to warn the singer, but the singer's not listening, "She's batshit crazy and I'm just looking out for you!"

"I don't need you to look out for me! When did I ever say I needed you to look out for me?" Before Pete can even respond, Patrick continues, answering his own question, "Never! So back the fuck out of my relationship-" He places his hands on Pete's chest and pushes him back, "-and leave me and (Y/N) alone. We're married. See?" He shoves the ring in Pete's face. "She and I love each other and I don't plan on divorcing her anytime soon. So if you don't like it, too bad! If you wanted to marry her, you should've married her when you had the chance!"

Pete stares at Patrick in shock as he walks away and out of the studio, leaving Pete, Andy, and Joe.

"What was that all about?" Andy mutters under his breath to Joe.

"I have no idea," Joe replies.

Pete groans and covers his face with his hands, muttering, "I'm only looking out for him..."