Patrick Stump Imagines

Worry

A/N: Idek what's the concept of this. Just enjoy the picture though.

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• Your POV •

I was pacing around Patrick and I's hotel room, heavy breaths leaving my blood red lips as every darting second passed by. My scarf fell on the floor as the cold air ran freely across my neck. I gave up my movements as I collapsed on the chair beside me.

I picked up the phone once again but put it down as soon as I heard the door open. There, a stressed Patrick walked in and dropped his bags on the floor. I walked to him as I felt a wave of relief and anger run through my veins.

"Where the fuck were you?!" I asked as I hit him in the head. He ducked and raised his hands in defeat before I said another word.

"I was just hanging out with the guys for our new single. Don't think too negatively," he murmured. I sighed in distress as I put my hands down.

"You had me worried, for fuck's sake. I swear, I'd strangle you if I had the chance." I grabbed him by the collar as he rolled his eyes and looked at mine.

"I'm okay, I promise. Nothing happened to me, right?" I let go of my hold as his left hand streaked my jaw, softly running his fingers through my cheek before he leaned in for a kiss. I pulled away, still mad at him. "What was that for?"

I smiled at him sarcastically. "So you think that I'll have a make-out session with you after you leave me alone for eight hours without an explanation? Do you actually think I'm that fucking dumb?"

"No! I don't! I just—" he cut himself off with a sigh, "I just went somewhere, okay? That's all I can tell you."

"Well, fuck you." I sat on the large bed and layed my back down. "I hate you for doing that."

"We both know you love me," he taunted as he wiggled his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes as an exasperated sigh left his lips. "Look, I just went to the guys to record a new album. Stop taking control of me. You're not my mom."

"But it's my responsibility to keep you safe. What could happen out there? There was a chance that you probably got hit by a car or whatever." I rolled to my side and made myself comfortable.

"Sometimes, I wonder if all you do is tell me what to do. I don't even know if your purpose is to be my girlfriend or to be a complete and total bitch."

My eyes widened at his words as I rolled over and looked him in the eye. "Excuse me? So I'm the bitch here?"

His head shook hardly. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Wow, so saying that I'm a 'complete and total bitch' is now some lame joke."

"Let me explain, okay? I meant—"

"YOU MEANT THAT YOU FUCKING HATE ME! I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF WE'LL WORK OUT BECAUSE OF YOUR FUCKING ATT—" I was cut off by him screaming.

"YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M WONDERING RIGHT NOW WHETHER TO BREAK UP WITH YOU OR TO SLAP YOU IN THE FACE. SHUT THE FUCK UP."

I stared at him, dumbfounded. "I was just worried about you. I didn't want this to start at all," I mumbled.

His breathing was heavy as he suddenly realized what he did and looked down. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I didn't—"

"No, it's fine, really," I said as the tears started dwelling in my eyes. It hurts to know that you say you're alright but you're depressed and ruined in the inside. "I guess I should leave now. I wouldn't want to get in your way."

I stood and picked my bags up from the floor as I left him while he was screaming the opposite of his insults; apologies.

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• Patrick's POV •

She left me devastated. I don't know what caused me to say those when I didn't mean any of it. Anger surged towards me as I threw the lamp beside me across the room, ripping the bedsheets off and tearing down nearly everything in the hotel room.

After a whole hour of devastation, I got tired and laid on the ruined bed, crying myself to sleep. It was all my fault.

I woke up to my phone ringing loudly. I groaned as I went to pick it up. It was Pete and he was inquiring whether we were going to have a meeting today.

I got dressed for the event, but with every word that escaped Pete, Joe and Andy's mouth was another blur to sharpen. I couldn't take my mind off of what I did and I couldn't think straight.