Fall Out Boy Imagines

She Will Be loved

Trigger Warning: Physical Abuse in a relationship

 You sat on the subway waiting for your stop, looking down so no one could see you. You rubbed your most recent bruise on your arm that he gave you last week. You knew he didn't mean it, he loved you, he needed you. He always apologized and would tell you how much he loved you. Besides, he was the best you were going to get... right?

Currently you were on your way to meet with a friend for Coffee. He was off on a business trip for the week so he didn't know. You were scared to think of what would happen if he did come home suddenly. You shook your head to get rid of the thought.  

Your friend was named Patrick. Patrick was in a band and you loved his music. But he didn't, so you could never listen to it when he was around. Patrick was very kind to you. He never asked about the bruises that would appear on your arms or why you never could seem to smile fully. 

You stood and got off the subway and made your way to the Starbucks. He was sitting there, on his phone listening to music through his earbuds. He looked up and saw you sending a smile your way. You tried to smile but it broke... again. He walked over to you and gave you a hug.

"Hey, (Y/N)! I got you your favorite white chocolate mocha!" Patrick greeted. 

"Thanks Patrick... it's so nice to see you@!" 

He smiled and led you to the table he had been sitting at. He went on about some moment that had happen at this band practice. Something to do with Pete and Andy getting into a stupid fight and Joe and Patrick having to break it up turning into some sort of contest to see who could burp the loudest. Andy won.  

"What about you. How have you been." He asked you.

You looked at him. No one had asked you that in a while. When you met with Patrick you usually glossed over the 'how are yous'. You swallowed and looked down.

"I'm doing... okay... um... my boyfriend is out of town... so I've been a little lonely." You say eventually. 

Patrick furrowed his eyebrows and brought his hand to your cheek. You flinch a bit but nothing noticeable or so you thought. Patrick brought his hand back. 

"Why is there a bruise on your face, (Y/n)" He asked seriously.

You bit your lip. "I fell in the shower and hit my head on the faucet." 

"(Y/N)... what's wrong?" He pried, taking your hand. You felt the tears coming to your eyes. He wouldn't tell him that you told him right. 

"Um... my boyfriend... he is um..."

"(Y/N)... let me help you." He didn't even need to be told "You are too good for that." 

"Patrick stop."

"NO!" He said a bit louder, he cleared his throat and softened his voice "(Y/n)... I care way too much about you to let him do that to you."

You felt him rubbing your hand and you longed to let him wrap his arms around you and save you from him. But, you yanked your hand away. 

"I'll see you some other time Patrick. Thank's for the coffee." You whisper. He stood but you walked away. 

On the way home all you could think about was Patrick. And all your feelings for him and how he wanted to protect you. He would never protect you, he would never care about you the way Patrick cared about you. He didn't bother to remember that your favorite thing to get at Starbucks was White Chocolate mocha. You sighed.

You reached your apartment and walked to your floor, unlocking the door to let yourself in. But he was there. Who know, when and why he was there but there he stood staring at you in the dark. His eyes glowing like a rat. 

"Where were you?" He snapped.

"I was just out... please... I was with a friend"

You were met with a blow to your face. You fell onto the floor and cowered back onto the door. 

"He was just a friend." You pleaded.

"So you were with someone else! I knew you were cheating on me!" He growled grabbing your hair and yanking it up. 

"No! I promise... no" You whimper.

He threw you too the side and kicked you in the stomach. 

"Get out." He snarled.

"What?"

"Get. Out."

"What! No! Babe, please I promise." You say standing and running to him. He punched your nose. You feel the blood running down your face as he glares at you. He walked passed you and opened the door. 

"Leave." 

You whimpered and walked past him, pinching your bleeding nose. He slammed the door behind you and you broke down in tears. Eventually, you regained enough composure to call someone. Patrick. He would let you in. He would help you. 

After you called him he immediately came and picked you up. Not saying a word in the car and helping you inside. Once inside he closed the door softly. You weren't sure as to what was going to happen and you looked at him warily.

"Oh, (Y/n)" He murmured pulling you into a much needed hug. You buried your head in his neck sobbing. He rubbed circles on your back and hummed some song in your ear to comfort you.

"Let's get you fixed up, okay?"

He cared for your nose and helped you calmed down enough so you could explain to him what has been happening and what happened tonight. He held your hand the whole time. When you were done he thinned his lips and waited a few seconds.

"We have to tell the police." 

"No..."

"Why not?"

"He'll find me."

"I'll protect you." 

At those words your heart stop. I'll. Protect. You. You didn't know what to do other than slam your lips into his. He was surprised at first but then he wrapped his arms around you slowly and pulled you closer. You closed your eyes and it was just the two of you. He was gone. 

Patrick Stump save you. Physically and mentally. You stayed happy with him for the rest of your life.