Patrick Stump Imagines

You're Irresistible

"CUT IT OFF, PATRICK! OH MY GOD!" Pete screamed while restraining his best friend from attacking you. He shook his head before sighing frustratedly and looking you in the eye.

"Listen, shithead, I know who you fucking are and I know what your weaknesses are. I can make the whole world hate you in the blink of an eye, bitch," he retorted at you. You glared at him before you broke free of your bassist/best friend's hold and walked up to him.

"You're 5"4 short and you wear a fucking fedora. What makes you think you're scaring me?" you shot back. He moved closer to you so you were face-to-face and a few inches apart.

He chuckled deviously. "Just stay off my lane and nothing will happen to you, got that?"

You pushed him off before walking off to the stage, seeing millions of your fans out there, holding their phones and waiting for you to perform. You took a deep breath before greeting the crowd which made them scream and started your concert for the night.

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You were now backstage, taking your leather jacket off and brushing a few stray hairs out of your face. You placed your palms on the vanity table before looking at yourself in the mirror.

"It's just one meeting. You can do this," you whispered. Pete, who was also the owner of the record label you were signed to, requested for you and Patrick to come to his dressing room to talk right after you finished your show. You were hesitant at first, but knowing that he was your boss and you respected him, you had no choice but to come and confront the devil of a lead singer of his band.

You shook your head before heading to Pete's dressing room which was conveniently slightly open. You put your hand on the doorknob but stopped when you overheard Pete talk to someone.

"Their band's our best in the record right now. I can't just let them off because of this stupid grudge you hold against their lead singer." You heard Patrick heave a sigh before rubbing his hands against his face.

"It's not a grudge. It's something else that I can't explain, alright? Just bear with me."

Now it was Pete's turn to sigh. "Bullshit."

"Look, there's something about (Y/N) that's just irresistible and she's just—I don't—I like her, okay?"

"Of course you are. When forced and you have a huge fake smile plastered on your face for the media."

Patrick shook his head vigorously. "Not that. I like her, but I can't stop myself from it. She's just so beautiful and seeing the flaws in her was my only way of repelling her from me. I try to deny it because I know she'll never feel the same about me."

Pete stayed silent in sympathy before rubbing his best friend's back. He turned to his left and caught a glimpse of you peeking. "(Y/N)!"

You forced a smile before heading inside and sitting on a chair across Patrick. "So, why am I here, Wentz?"

"Well, you see, I know that you and Patrick have something about the opposite of a good chemistry betwen you two and"—he breathed in—"I'm going to put the two of you on a project. A song. Therefore you can build up maybe a friendship or at least an acquaintance. Think you can do that?"

Patrick blinked in disbelief before staring at you.

To be continued...