Patrick Stump Imagines

I Need You Here With Me

Man, this was a fun one to write! Thank you so much Stumphalicious for the request! I did my best trying to stay on the topic, but then it got away from me a little bit at the end. xD But I hope you like it!

I watched Patrick from the door of his home studio. Lately... Lately he's been ignoring me, pushing me away because of his new solo album. I was proud of him for branching out, instead of being hung up with his band, but I miss him. I miss him and he's right in front of me.

Patrick set down the instrument he was fiddling with and turned around to walk out of the room. He stopped in his tracks when he saw me. He stared me in the eyes, gave me a meaningless grin, then proceeded to walk out. Tears stung my eyes as I watched him walk past me. I let out a shaky breath before I called out to him,

"I miss you, Patrick."

I got no response from him. I don't even think he heard me, and if he did, he ignored it. I shut my eyes tight to keep the tears from falling. I'm gonna have to do it, aren't I? I shook my head and proceeded to our shared bedroom. It's time...

I pushed the door open with so much force, it slammed against the wall and make a small dent in it. I grabbed the duffle bag I hid in the back of the closet and set it on the bed. If only it didn't have to come to this. But, he doesn't seem to care anymore, so why stay?

I started grabbing everything in the room that was mine. Clothes, books, make-up, you name it. While I was looking through the closet for anything else, Patrick walked in, head down looking at his phone. His head perked up when he heard me in the closet, moving things around.

"Y/N?" He called for me. I didn't respond to him, much like he didn't for me. I heard him walk closer to where I was, then he abruptly stopped more than half way. "W-where are you going?" He asked me.

"I'm leaving, Patrick," I replied to him in a cold voice.

"Can I ask why..?" He asked silently as he walked behind me. I shook my head, fighting back the tears before I turned to look at him.

"You should know why... You've been shutting me out while you work on your album. Don't get me wrong, Patrick, I'm proud of you for moving forward. I just... Don't think your moving anywhere with me. You've barely said a word to me the past few week and I'm sick of it." My voice held no emotion. It was as monotone as a college professors.

I stared into his rich blue eyes. He looked at me like he didn't understand, and it hurt. I looked at him for a couple more seconds until I saw something click in him. He started shaking his head, tears slowly started to flow. His hands found their way to my hands.

"Oh my god... Y/N, I'm so sorry.. I-I don't mean to ignore you, I really didn't. Please don't leave me... I need you h-here with me." He released my hands, then took me in his arms, keeping me close to him. "You're my passion; I'm sorry I didn't realize what I was doing earlier. I'll make it up to you any way I can! Please... Just.. Don't leave me..." He cried into my shoulder. Tears silently fell from eyes eyes as I listened to him. My lips formed a small grin as I returned his embrace.

"You've got a lot to do to make it up to me, Stump. You're lucky I love you... But one more slip up, and I'm... I'm gone.." I said silently into his ear.

Two days later

I came home from work to all of the lights off. Not thinking much of it, I turned the lights on, and did my normal after work routine. I took off my jacket (because the Chicago weather... Man it can get cold), then proceeded into the kitchen for something to eat.

I walked into the kitchen, and opened the fridge immediately, not paying attention to Patrick, whom was at the stove in his boxers. Wait.. What? I back tracked and looked at my boyfriend. I stared at his back, and saw the little bow from an apron. He was quietly humming to himself as he made something one the stove. I smiled, and cleared my throat. He jumped, dropping the utensil he was using into the pot he was in front of, making the substance in the pot splash onto him, burning his exposed skin.

" Holy sh-smokes" he screamed on at the top of his lungs. I felt bad about laughing at his pain, but I couldn't help it. He turned around to look at me, his eyes were wide and there were spots of red on his chest and shoulders; but once he saw me, his face went red also. "Y-your not supposed to be home yet!" He stuttered out, most likely embarrassed he was half naked in front of me.

"I got off early tonight." I chuckled at him standing there awkwardly. "Are you making dinner?" He nodded slowly, one of his hands rubbing the back of his neck. "But, why are you in your boxers making dinner?"

"I-I just got out of the shower w-when I thought I should start dinner for my beautiful girlfriend..." He mumbled out. My smile grew bigger as I walked towards him. I gave him a peck on the cheek, and looked him in the eyes.

"Too nice, Stump. Too nice." I started to walk away, but before I could get to far away from him, I slapped his ass, then bolted. I ran through our apartment, and up the stairs. Behind me I could hear his thundering foot steps. Skipping over stairs, I made it upstairs and into our room before he caught me by the waist.

I couldn't breath when he caught me. I was laughing way to hard, and running up all those stairs didn't help. He chuckled lowly behind me, and twirled me around. The apron he had on before was no longer there, only leaving him in his boxers now. My arms wrapped around his neck, bring his forehead to mine. His face was a ruby red, and his eyes were bright. He pecked me on the lips, not breaking eye contact.

"You wanna know what else I did for you? I bought you flowers, looked into getting you a dog, possibly found one for you. I did the dishes, cleaned the entire house, bought food that only you like, rented your favorite movies, wrote a song for you," he kissed my lips each time he listed something. "And you know what else?" His voice suddenly got very low and husky.

"You got me my very own Andrew Hurley?" I smirked, which he didn't seem to like.

He hooked his hands under my thighs and pulled me up, walking over to the bed. Once he was close enough, he threw me on it, and got right on top of me.

"Oh, seems we have a bad girl up in here," he whispered into my ear. He connected his lips with each centimeter of my neck. "And bad girls need to be taught a lesson, in the worst kind of way." His lips traveled up to my own. "Buuuut, right after dinner!" He jumped off of the bed, and raced out of the room like a toddler, leaving me on the bed, confused as to what just happened. I sat up, smirking as everything slowly set in.

"Thanks for making it up to me!" I shouted at him, shaking my head.

I'm so glad I have my Patrick back.