Patrick Stump Imagines

Alone Together

I wrote this around a week ago when I was extremely tired, and I'm rereading it right before I post this, and not very sure if I like it as much as I did before, but here you go!

What am I doing... I'm standing in front of my entire family, including a lot of friends, in front of a priest, the man I keep telling myself I love, and in a wedding dress. I've know the guy for forever, and my mom would not stop bothering me about getting married, so now... Here I am. Doing something I don't wanna do.

I blocked out the priest, saying his bs things about... I don't even know. I stared in the corner of my eyes at all the people here to share our "special" day. I thought about how they're all just gonna be disappointed in a few years when I ask for a divorce, and then I saw his face. The man I was in love with throughout high school and college. The guy who I told to leave to catch his dream while he had it. Patrick Stump.

Why the hell was he here? Doesn't he have famous shit to do? I thought he left me for good. I thought I hated him, but now... Now that I've seen him, I remember everything we've been through. All the fights, and all the love. I thought about how it's supposed to be him I'm marrying, and not the guy in front of me.

The priest cleared his throat once the soft intro ish music stopped. I've been standing up here for what's seemed like years. The priest went on saying the opening words he had, but I couldn't focus. I'm making a huge mistake in doing this.

"...If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together - let them speak now or forever hold their peace." The priest announced.

I was staring straight forward when I heard it. The rustling and creaks of the pew, and the extremely audible gasps of multiple people. I looked over to see what was happening. My eyes widened when I saw Patrick standing in the middle of the aisle.

"Y/N, I can't let you do this. I won't let this priest go on before I have the chance to talk." He yelled over to me, tears wavering in his eyes. He started walking towards the altar, and then picked up speed. I turned my body to face him once he was in front of me. Patrick took my hand and looked deep into my eyes with his blue ones.

"Y/N, I made a huge mistake leaving you all those years ago. Even when you told me to, I didn't want to. Everyday after I left, I couldn't stop thinking about you. You were the only person on my mind. I can't stand seeing you up here with another man. I regret not coming back for you. I love you more than a dictionary could explain. Please... Can we start over?"

Tears fell from my eyes, and my hand was over my mouth. My fiancé was looking between me and Patrick angrily. He spun me around to look at him, and gripped my shoulders.

"Don't believe him, Y/N. He'll just leave you again. He probably didn't even love you if he left you! Why would anyone wanna leave you?! Besides, you have me! You've been with me for so long! We've been in love for so long! Just tell him to leave, and we can get married, baby."

My eyebrows furrowed at his words. I shook my head, and broke away from him.

"That's where you're wrong." I began, not looking him in the eye, but rather looking at his feet. "I told him to leave. I didn't want to weigh him down when his dream was right in front of him. I wanted his dreams to come first! He love me so much, he didn't want to leave, but I made him! I made him leave..." I yelled, not caring that there was over 70 people listening to the argument. "I-I never loved you. The only person I ever loved was Patrick." I turned to Patrick with a smile on my face. "I love you, Patrick. Let's be alone together.."

I jumped into Patrick, wrapping my arms around his neck, and buried my face in his shoulder. Patrick's arms wrapped tightly around me, not letting me get away again. He buried his head into my neck, and whispered, "We could stay young forever."

Patrick loosened his embrace, and I picked my head up to look at him. He smiled a very genuine smile. One of the brightest smiles I've seen since the day he left me. He leaned in and connected our lips in a passionate, meaningful kiss.

I love this man in front of me. I love him more than myself. I have no clue how I survived all these years without him; but now we can live happily ever after, together. We won't have to wonder about a "only if", because there won't be anymore only if's.

Patrick pulled away first from our kiss. He bent down, and swept my feet off the ground. All eyes were on us. Some were happy, some confused, and others down right pissed off. He gave me another short kiss, and walked out of the church. Instead of walking out without anyone, like he walked in, he walked out with his future in his arms.

Oh, and also! I mentioned before I was working on the Jet Pack Blues fanfic, and I was wondering if you guys want me to post what I have so far? I mean, it's just the five original chapters plus maybe three more? And I'm also not sure how great I will be with updates on it, cause it's my first time writing a story like this! But it's either I finish the entire thing then post it, or post it with unknown updates. The future of the book is in your hands... Kind of.