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

Web Of Lies

The next day, you distance yourself from Patrick, the guilt inside of you slowly eating you away.

You slept with his best friend. Your ex-boyfriend. And, as sick as it is, you don't entirely regret it. Sure, you feel horrible for cheating on your husband, your sweet, wonderful, couldn't-ask-for-more husband, but you can't ignore the feelings you still have for Pete.

Truth be told, you never stopped loving him. When he dumped you, you were devastated, heartbroken, lost. You hated the way things ended, not him.

But as the years went on, your resentment towards him just kept growing...and growing...and growing. You saw him with all the girls he seduced - smiling, laughing, acting like they were all better than you and he was happier with them. He even got married to Ashlee Simpson, and the two of them had a son. Seeing the family the two of them had created infuriated you, because that could've been your family. But no, it was Ashlee's.

You were hurt when Pete married Ashlee, so, you did what you like to do best - revenge. You got together with Patrick, knowing he liked you ever since he saw you, and married him. Of course, his band members weren't invited to the small wedding the two of you had, so they never found out.

And when they did, it was already too late. You and Patrick had already been married a year.

And yes, part of you was deeply in love with Patrick. He's everything a girl could ever want. He cared about you, he'd drop everything he was doing if you asked him to, and he loved you with all his heart. You were truly his one and only.

But part of you was still in love with Pete. You tried to hide it, telling yourself that you loved Patrick now, but there was just something about Pete that still appealed to you, even after all these years.

You're sitting on the couch in the living room, the television off as you try to figure out how to right your wrong, but there was no way. Unless you somehow can make a time machine, go back in time, and keep you from letting Pete in your house. Or better yet, keep you from ever dating Pete, rid yourself of all the drama being with him caused you.

"(Y/N)?" Patrick's voice sounds. You look up and see him standing in the threshold between the foyer and the room you're sitting in. "What's wrong?"

You shrug your shoulders.

He walks in and sits down next to you, grabbing your face gently and turning it so you're looking at him, "You haven't been yourself lately, (Y/N). Are you sure everything's okay?"

You giggle, "Of course, Patrick. Why wouldn't everything be okay? I've got you as my husband...we're going to be a family soon...everything's great!"

"You're lying to me," He retorts, retracting his hand.

Your eyes go wide, "N-No I'm not."

"Then tell me what's going on."

Okay, (Y/N), you can come clean. This is your chance, You tell yourself.

But you're in too deep to come clean, An unfamiliar second voice replies to yours, You've been lying this whole time, (Y/N). You lied when you were dating Pete and you lied when you were dating Patrick. You lied to Patrick yesterday. You're not pregnant. Hell, you don't even want kids. You never have. What were you thinking?

I-I don't know.

"(Y/N)?" Patrick inquires, snapping you out of the daze you'd fallen into.

"Yeah?" You ask.

"What's going on?" He gives you a genuinely concerned look. "Please, tell me. I want to help."

You stare at him, dumbfounded. You have no idea what you want to do. What you want to tell him. If you want to come clean or keep spinning your web of lies.

He takes your hands in his and gives them a subtle shake, "Babe, we're married. I'm going to always be here for you. I promised you that on our wedding day. But it's hard when you're keeping things from me."

You look into his blue-ish green eyes and frown, "Patrick..."

"Just tell me. Please."

You hang your head and exhale softly, murmuring, "I don't know if I want to do this anymore."

"Do what?"

You stand up, slipping your hands out of his, "I don't want to do this anymore, Patrick."

"What's 'this'?" He questions, shaking his head and rising to his feet.

"I can't do us anymore," You explain to him, a horrible feeling inside of you. Patrick's face drops. "I just...I don't...we're not working out anymore."

Oh, so you think that leaving him's going to solve all the problems you've created? That second voice rings in your ear.

"What...What do you mean?" He stammers, tears forming in his eyes. You can't help but have tears form in your eyes too.

You can't always run from your problems, (Y/N). They're all going to come back and bite you in the ass, That second voice continues.

"I just..." You run your hand through your hair as you heave a sigh, "I think we need some time apart, Patrick." You brush past him and out of the house, not even bothering to get any of your things.