Patrick Stump Imagines

Secrets

A/N: Hey guys! So I was wondering if any of you had a Radish Fiction account because I plan on writing these imagines there, but improved. If you're interested, my username is patrickstump and yes, I still don't have any stories posted because I'm still going to make a cover (that's a lame excuse lmfao). Toodles!

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• Your POV •

My daughter, Tiffany, pulled at my shirt and looked up at me with desperate eyes. I bent down to her level and pushed her dirty blonde hair to one side. "He'll be here soon, baby. Just wait," I said softly as I kissed her forehead and stared at her beautiful blue eyes that resembled her father's. She smiled and engulfed me in a hug that seemed to last forever, but we were interrupted by someone tapping on my shoulder.

I was annoyed that someone interrupted my daughter and I, but when I figured out who that 'someone' was, my eyes started tearing up. Tiffany ran to him as he carried her with his strong arms.

"Dada! You're back!" she said as he pulled her father in for an embrace. I joined in as he carded his fingers through my hair in satisfaction.

"I missed you so much," I whispered in his neck. He smiled and kissed my head as I pulled away and stared at my boyfriend with evident happiness in my eyes.

His best friends followed shortly after his arrival with Joe and Andy giving me acknowledging smiles. I eyed the other one who didn't seem to be happy at what was happening. "Dada, why is he mad?" Tiffany asked. He just chuckled and put her down on his luggage bag.

"Hurry up. We still have soundcheck," Patrick murmured angrily. I shot him a glare as I looked at my boyfriend to see his reaction. "Save your moments for later."

Pete rolled his eyes. "I just met my girlfriend and daughter after five months, Patrick. Five months. Please understand that."

The vocalist just shrugged as the six of us got in the van that was waiting for all of us.

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I was sitting in the lounge of the recording studio where the four of them were, scrolling through Twitter. Pete walked up to me and kissed my cheek as he took a peek at what I was doing. "How are you, baby?"

"Good," I replied in a sweet tone. He rested his head on my shoulder just as the door opened and slammed shut by an angry Patrick. "Hey, Pat."

"Don't call me that," he replied flatly as he started shuffling the papers on the coffee table. Pete glared at him.

"You don't have the right to talk to my girlfriend like that, Patrick."

Patrick just huffed and took some of the papers along with him, slamming the door once more. "Don't mind him," Pete reminded. I just shrugged as Pete followed Patrick shortly after.

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I ended up falling asleep on the couch, but was rudely interrupted by the door slamming once again. I slowly opened up my eyes to see Patrick staring at me.

"Get up," he ordered. I glared at him and brought myself up to a sitting position and looked around, seeing no one else but us. "Didn't you hear what I said? Get up."

"I did but what makes you think I'll follow you?" I spat back. He walked to me and pulled my arm, dragging me outside the building and pulling me forcefully in his car like I wasn't trying to pull my forearm back for the last two minutes.

He pushed me into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut as he got into the driver's seat and did the same.

"What's all this about?" I asked as I banged on the window in an attempt to call for help. I heard the childlock click and I sighed. "Why didn't I think of that?" I murmured under my breath. He took his fedora off and ruffled his hair in stress.

He faced me with an intimidating look. "Who's Tiffany's father?"

To be continued...