Patrick Stump Imagines

Step One: Drink

Every night the past few weeks, Patrick was never home at night. The reason being was that he was at bars and clubs, drinking until he can't remember a thing. He's insisted multiple times that the guys wanted to bond every night over a few drinks. But something just didn't feel right to me.

Andy was straight edge, and he can't drink because of it, not that he regrets it. Both Pete and Joe have children, and have to be their for their wife/girlfriend every night and sober, in case something went wrong. I've even asked the guys about this, and they've told me they didn't know Patrick was going out.

It's 3 am as I lay on the couch, impatiently waiting for Patrick to come home so I could sleep in peace. He may be 31, but I worry about him and just wanna make sure he's alright. The door to the apartment clicked open, and my eyes shot angrily over to the person stumbling inside.

Patrick was giggling to himself, and singing some song way off key, and not even in English. I tapped my foot to try and get the wasted man's attention, but he was singing to loud to hear it.

"PATRICK!!" I yelled at him, making him jump a little. He stared at me with his wide blue eyes like he didn't even know who I was. I sighed at him, putting my head in my hands and shaking my head disappointingly. "Patrick, why have you been out so late, and coming home drunk lately?"

All he did was stare at me with the same scared expression. He didn't move, didn't make a sound, and didn't break eye contact with me. I groaned as I made my way over to him, and led him up the stairs to our shared room. I sat him on the bed and went to find him a change of clothes for the night.

"You're a very purty lady. Can I have your number?" Patrick slurred, whistling soon after. I ignored his comment and brought his clothes over to him. He looked between the pieces of cloth and me, with a very confused look on his face. I groaned, grabbing him by the arms and hoisting him up on his feet. I took the bottom of his shirt in my hands and started to pull it off of him. "I usually buy dinner before this part, but for a stunningly beautiful lady like you, I'll let it slide." Patrick whispered in my ear before fiddling with the hem of my shirt.I swatted his hands away, giving him a stern look in the eye, and continued taking off his clothing.

He didn't object or make any more moves after I swatted him, but he did make a few comments that I was suspicious of. I walked over to my side of our bed, and laid down. Patrick looked at me, then started to sway back and forth. Luckily, he fell forward into the bed, so I wouldn't have to carry him onto the bed. I took one last look at him before I turned off the lights, and went to sleep.

He has some explaining to do in the morning, no matter how hungover he is.