Patrick Stump Imagines/One Shots

7 ~ Goodnight Good Night

I peek into the bedroom door, keeping as quiet as possible. Patrick laid on his back with the comforter pulled up to his chin. The only time you can't find a smile on his face was when he was sleeping. Even then, you'd know he was happy.

Patrick breathed soundly through his nose. I could hear it from here. Poor guy must've fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

I cracked the door open just enough for me to slip in the room. As quiet as I could, I tip-toed from the door to the bed. Shutting my eyes, I lifted the comforter and crawled into bed.

Patrick inhaled deeply and turned his head to me.
There's the smile.

I frowned and pressed my head to the pillow, facing him, "Sorry..." I whispered.

He kept his smile and scooted closer, laying on his side, "Don't be." I haven't seen him this tired since the day they got back from their last tour date.

Leaning even closer, he took my cheek in his hand and kissed me. He kept his lips inches from mine, if I ever wanted another, he was right there.

Some people think that Patrick is only cute when he has a hat on. The fans love the fedoras. I do too, but I think that he looks great without it. Something about his short, soft, brown hair makes me giddy.

"Feeling any better?" I asked.

He bit his lip and nodded, "Yeah, I'm alright. Are you?"

I looked away from him and blushed but nodded.

"Baby," he chuckled and continued to rub circles on my cheek, "I'm okay. I promise. Can't you be okay with me?"

I give in and look back to him. I search his beautiful eyes for any signs of lying, "I just want you to be healthy and safe."

"Likewise," the corner of his mouth turned up into the smirk that always made my heart spin, "Come here..."

He turned on his back again and pushed the comforter away. I laid my ear on his chest and listened to his heart beat steadily. Right now, that's all I needed to hear, that relaxing beat of Patrick's heart.

He kissed the top of my head and let his head fall back on the pillow under him. I let out a sigh and closed my eyes. Sometimes, we'd fall asleep like this. Patrick doesn't even mind. In fact, he likes it.

I was surprised when he spoke up. I'd have thought he'd be out for the count already.

"I don't deserve you," he said.

"Patrick-"

"I don't," he continued, "You're such a beautiful girl, so talented, a perfect mother and wife. You're anyone I could ever ask for. I'm just... a guy in a band, a geek. You're too good for me."

I laugh a little and roll back on my side, sitting up and locking eyes with him, "You're Patrick Stump! I dreamed about just meeting you let alone falling in love with you! It was a dream Patrick... You were my teenage Prince Charming and you're telling me I'm too good for you?"

He welcomed back that adorable little smile and chuckled. With his eyes still locked on mine, he replied, "And I dreamed that I could find and love a girl like you."

Patrick Stump sure did know how to make me blush. I'd had enough of it and he knew it too. He giggled and pulled me close.

A kiss is an poor word for what I felt happen, what I feel every time he kisses me. I've loved Patrick since the beginning, in 2001, when everyone was obsessing over emo Pete. The only place I'd ever be able to see Patrick was in my dreams.

Most dreams weren't even about falling in love with him. I'd be ecstatic with just a dream of him singing for me.

It became a regular thing, dreaming about the way he smiled and how red his cheeks got when he - or someone else - embarrassed him.

When I met him a few summers ago, just him being feet away from me made me the happiest girl on the planet. I didn't ask for the friendship or relationship that came with that summer.

"He'd never love me," I'd tell myself, "I'm a fan. I'm in Florida, he's in Chicago. He's famous and talented and I'm just a girl trying to make a living off of a waitress' income. Besides, he has Elisa."

Well seasons and people changed along with a lot of thoughts that year. Everything flew at me at once and I managed to miss all of them except one. I caught the only thing that was important to my life and it's looking at me right now.

What a Catch...

My catch snuck his arm under me and pulled me up to him, pressing his lips tightly to mine. Once, I caught him playfully bite at my lip, but I only stopped to laugh and then kissed him back passionately.

Our little event lasted a little over a half hour. Patrick lost control of himself and giggled up a storm. Guys are the best when they're tired and delirious.

I laughed back, "Go to bed Stump."

"Right back at you," his laughing slowed and he laid back down. I pushed myself against him and let his arms encase me.

He planted one final kiss in my hair, just above my ear, and snuggled back up, shutting his eyes, "Goodnight beautiful."

"Night," I smiled and let myself fall back asleep.

I tend to mistake my real life with dreams. Typically, you need to fall asleep or zone out to dream. If I ever want to dream, I open my eyes. I'm living the dream, lucky to be stuck in it with my teenage heartthrob.