Patrick Stump Imagines/One Shots

2 ~ Airport Meetup

I hold up a cheap poster board with his name on it. He'd been on tour in Europe with Fall Out Boy for three months. He called me every night and day he could, so I knew I didn't miss too much. It still didn't make it any easier being away from him for so long.

It was the first tour they had since we got together. I wasn't sure how I would be on my own - without him. Three months looked so scary. Three months without the little, fluffy, fedora man? That was be impossible, but I made it.

I felt bad. I saw Meagan with the kids and Pete's parents. There was such a big crowd waiting for him. Marie and little Ruby were waiting with what must've been her parents. Even Andy had a load of his "workout buddies". It was just me waiting for Patrick. No one else. His mom came up with an excuse and I could never contact his father.

An announcement came over the PA that the flight he was on landed. My sweaty palms gripped the poster with his name written on it. The paper rippled where I was holding it.

First Pete came running in. He hauled a backpack around his shoulders and two giant sized suitcases behind him. Surprisingly, he still flew like a jet. Pete dropped his bags and collided with Meagan. It was absolutely adorable. I tried not to be the creepy stalker, but I completely shipped them.

Then there was Joe smiling sweetly as he lifted his daughter into the air. Ruby roared with giggles and Marie's eyes were glossy. She was so happy to have her husband back and to see him playing with their daughter probably made her heart burst.

Andy's crowd started shouting and a beat read Hurley walked shamefully into a crowd of his friends. They completely succeeded in embarrassing the crap out of him, but he looked pretty happy walking out with his friends.

It was just me by the time I knew it. Pete even stuck around for a minute, claiming that Patrick was right behind him when he was walking in.

My heart froze. Did I miss him? Did he not notice me and go home watching everyone else receive a parade of welcomes? I felt awful.

What if I hadn't missed him and he was still back there? What if he had an asthma attack or something? That worried me to death.

A half hour had passed and there was still no sign of him. I was thinking about calling security to ask if they'd seen him. He wasn't answering my calls.

I laid the sign sideways, leaning against an arm chair. I slouched into the seat, hopelessly giving up on him. A lot of military couples met up and I smiled and watched them leave.

I planned on taking Patrick to dinner but we already missed our reservation. I ran my hands through my hair and kept my eyes locked on the door. Maybe there was a chance he would come.

The next flight came through the doors and I sat up with every last hope I had in me. People spilled out of the door, running out in every direction to meet their friends and family.

No fedoras. Well, one guy was wearing one, but he wasn't Patrick. No one was Patrick. I grabbed my purse and started to walk out with it.

Then came the pounding of footsteps. I ignored it because I've heard so many today. The only reason why I stopped was because no one else in the airport knew my name. I spun around to find Patrick sprinting towards me.

I teared up instantly. One hand held his little fedora and the other was struggling to hold his belongings. I chuckled and ran towards him. He dropped everything and I crashed into his arms.

I buried my face into his neck and sobbed, "Don't ever scare me like that again."

He laughed and sniffled, "I'm sorry, I had to get you something."

Still holding me closely, he unzipped his suitcase and pulled out a velvet blue box. He brought it under our noses and opened it up, revealing a beautiful necklace with my name engraved on it.

"Patrick..." I croaked, "It's so beautiful."

He nodded, biting his lip and staring into my eyes, "I was looking forever but I couldn't find anything that was as pretty as you were. This is the closest I got."

My cheeks were as red as bricks. Patrick knew exactly how to make me blush and it wasn't fair. He was such a flirt and very romantic.

"Shut up," I told him and giggled.

He chuckled and held my jaw loosely in his hand. Quickly, he pulled my lips to his deeply. His arms found his way around my waist and he pressed his hips to mine.

All eyes were on us, almost as much as the military couples. Some even cried like I had. It was too obvious that he missed me and he knew it. He tried to hide it but that only made him a thousand times cuter (which I didn't even know was possible).

Patrick started to notice hesitantly pulled his lips apart from mine, pressing his forehead to mine. He bit his lip, "To be continued..." he said in a whisper and backed away, winking.

I grabbed a suitcase and he took his bags, wrapping his free arm around my back and shoulder. He stole kisses at my cheek until we got back to my car.