Patrick Stump Imagines

Filled It Up With Novocaine (Part 3)

You woke up in a dark room where you felt that your wrists were tied up behind you and your bag was nowhere to be found. You started to panic, thinking that you might be inside a murderer's workshop, after all, the signs were there.

"Hello?" you called out. You were expecting that someone with a creepy mask will show up with a knife and kill you, but half was also expecting someone to say 'it's me'.

"What the hell do you want?" a masculine voice from behind you hissed. Like Pete, the voice was familiar, too. You tried shifting your head to look at him, but only ended up hitting your head against his, making his hat fall.

"Could you at least have some manners? Look, I don't know you, but at least treat me like a goddamn lady."

He rolled his eyes and shifted in his chair. "So you don't know me? Don't act like you don't hate me."

Your eyes widened as a moment of silence fell across the two of you. "Of all the people I'd be stuck with, why you?"

"Same goes with me."

"Ugh," you groaned. You tried standing up, but only ended up landing flat on your face, causing him to laugh. "It's not funny!"

"Sorry. I just really like seeing you get hurt."

"Wow. So that's why."

"Mhm," he hummed. "And I'm not helping you up, you're staying like that."

"Good. I wasn't asking for your help anyway."

He formed his hands into a fist and stretched them out, pulling them out of the rope easily.

"What the hell? How did you do that?" you hastily asked.

"Easy when you have common sense." He looked around, but came across nothing that could help him.

"What is the purpose of your glasses if they're not gonna work? Go fucking find us a way to get out of here!" you ordered.

"You're such a brat. I hope you know that."

"Rhyming isn't gonna help."

"Says the girl who's still on the ground with her face getting squashed."

"Shut the hell up, Stump," you hissed. He went back to his seat and sat there, watching you struggle. "So you're just going to watch me?"

"Yes. It's better than standing around doing nothing."

You pulled your arms in the same way that he did and pulled them out easily. You took the opportunity and stood up, slapping him across the face.

"What was that for?" he cried.

"For being a complete asshole." You walked away, but heard a pair of footsteps come after you.

"Apologize," he ordered. "Now."

"Excuse me, who are you to tell me what to do?"

"Your old boyfriend. And your only one."

You turned around and tried to slap him again, but he held both of your wrists the same way that he did on the night of the meet and greet.

"Don't act like you don't love me," he whispered, setting your wrists down but still ahold of them. "We both know that wasn't all in the past. I know how you feel."

"But what if I don't feel a thing for you? Would that change this conversation?" you said in a deep voice.

"No. Admit it."

"Bullshit. No. I don't love you, and I never will."

He took one hand from your wrist and raked his hair frustratedly. You heard him whisper something under his breath, then felt his lips crash into yours. You were in shock and angry at yourself for kissing back, but part of you wanted to because you still loved him.

It took a few more minutes before the both of you pulled out, staring at each other's eyes dreamily.

"I told you, you still love me," he whispered. "And I want you to know that I still love you."

You smiled and hugged him, putting the argument you had behind you and just enjoying his embrace. You were never letting go, and that was your final decision.

A choir of claps came from above, causing you to look up. You saw Pete, Joe and Andy cheering and whistling from a room on the top, while Patrick was laughing.

"Was this planned?" you asked in a low tone, making Patrick the only one to hear.

"Yes, Love. I'll do everything I can to get you back, even if it involves capturing you and putting you in a dark warehouse like this."

"I need to get mad at you for doing that, but I don't want to."

"You shouldn't."

"Why?" you whispered.

"Because you love me."

"True."

You smiled and thought, he's mine now, he loves me, and I love him. What could possibly stop our happily ever after?