Patrick Stump Imagines

A 'Goodbye' Doesn't Mean 'The End'

A/N: I got inspiration when a chapter from another imagine story mentioned the title of Justin Beiber's old song, 'Next 2 U'. It used to be my favorite song. Enjoooooy!

Also, a huge thank you for 2K. Love you guys. <3

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"Pat? What does this mean?" You stared at your best friend, Patrick, in confusion at his Twitter post.

@PatrickStump: If tomorrow's really the end, I wanna confess my feelings to someone I love...

He turned to you from his current position in shock, then laughed nervously. "Th-those are lyrics f-for the new song w-we're working on..." He scratched the back of his neck while you continued to stare at him, unamused of his actions.

"Patrick Vaughn Stump, we have been best friends for as long as I can remember. I can tell you're lying before you even tell it."

He raised one of his eyebrows perplexedly. "Really?"

"No, not really. What do you think of me? A psychotic magician or something?"

"Well, maybe. You're close to psychotic."

You pretended to be offended, putting your hands over your mouth. "Wow."

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N)! I didn't mean it," he walked over to you and hugged you. "I was kidding, I swear."

You pulled away from his grasp and laughed at him. "I was pretending," you stopped your laughter and became serious. "Now, what was the meaning of that tweet?"

"Well, you see, there's this broadcast over the news that there is a 76% chance of a meteor hitting the earth, which could result in an apocalypse which could end our lives and-"

"PATRICK!" You cut him off. "There's still a 24% chance-"

"24HOURSLEFT. HOLYSMOKESICAN'TBREATHE"!" His asthma started kicking in, causing you to panic (at The Disco whoops). "(Y/N)IHAVESOMETHINGTOSAY."

You calmed him down before listening to whatever he needed to say. "What?"

"There's only o-one life to live, and I d-don't want it to go to waste. I-I love you. I can't h-help it. To th-think that we only have 24 hours left j-just saddens me, that we won't be a-able to live the l-life I wanted after my divorce with Elisa. I-I love you, (Y/N). I will always do."

"Wow," you breathed. "I could say the same about you, that's true, but what's up with this apocalyptic stuff you're talking about?"

He rolled his eyes at you. "I just told you. The world might be ending. We need to make the most of it now!"

"Okay, what do you have in mind? And by the way, if this," you motioned around with your hands, "is a hoax, I swear, Patrick, I force you to read Peterick fanfic."

"OH! THAT REMINDS ME!" He took out his phone and dialed Pete's number.

"The hell do you want today, Pat?" Pete said, obviously irritated.

"Could you maybe hang out with us?"

"Why?"

"Have you heard of the ne-" Patrick was cut off by his phone signal going off. "What the actual..?"

Right after those words, an electric post fell on you and Patrick's house, causing both of you to run away through the window in panic. You continued to run until you reached a far distance from your now-wrecked home.

"Wait, (Y/N)..." Patrick breathed out-of-breath. "Isn't this a sign?"

You finally caught up with what he was saying. "The end?"

He nodded at you then took your left hand, kneeled on one knee and bowed. "I've already told you, (Y/N), I want to spend the last hours, maybe minutes of my life with you. Since this might quite possibly be our last day, will you do me the honor of being Mrs. Stumph for the last moments of our lives, even if I have no ring to propose to you to?"

You nodded vigorously at his words. "Yes, yes, I will do the honors of becoming Mrs. Stumph."

He took your hand in his and ran away to wherever the road led you; the highway. Countless cars, pedestrians and mothers didn't know what was coming and stared at the both of you blankly as you ran farther.

You came to a stop when you reached a convenience store which was empty, except for the cashier. Both of you went inside, stacking various foods in a basket and running away, causing the cashier to chase after you two, but stopped when he caught a glance of the meteors splitting outside, no one knowing where they'll land.

You stopped and held Patrick's hand tighter. "This isn't gonna help, Patrick. We're all gonna die. Tell you what, let's just go to a balcony, eat all of this food and have our last moments there together."

His mood saddened but agreed with you. "Okay."

You both headed towards a building and went to the balcony, staring at the purple and now-galactic-looking clouds with countless fiery meteors about to hit the earth of which you call home. Patrick went up shortly after you, also admiring the scene.

A bright light headed towards you, but then replaced by a boy screaming your name and the feeling of you being pushed to the side.

You woke up on a hospital bed, surprised that you weren't dead yet, and the world still existed. "What happened?"

A doctor that was sitting on one of the couches in your room stood up and walked over to you, checking her clipboard. "The meteor shower caused a huge impact on you, and if it weren't for your friend, you'll be dead by now."

"Friend?" You looked around the room to see if anyone was there. "Who?"

"Your friend that goes by the name 'Patrick Stump'. He unfortunately died shortly after he was rushed to our facility due to loss if blood. He wrote you a letter before he died, and asked me to hand it to you." She handed you a letter with blood stains on it, while you, on the other hand, stood there with a shocked expression on your face. Your best friend died.

Dear (Y/N),
Just a few minutes ago, we were engaged. But mon cheri, it couldn't last. I had to go. I love you with all my bones and heart and probably every pumping vein in my body. I hope you remember all that we shared. I love you. -Patrick.