Fall Out Boy Imagines/Preferences

22. Amnesia (Patrick Stump)

"Babe." Patrick called. "I'm leaving for Pete's party."

You bounced down the stairs and wrapped your arms around his waist. "I'm gonna miss you."

"I know." He kissed your nose. "I'm gonna miss you too."

"Have fun." You smiled up at him. "But, not too much fun, don't meet someone else and forget all about me."

Patrick hugged you to him. "I won't. I promise. I could never forget about you."

"I'll see you when you get back." You stood on your tip toes and kissed his cheek.

Patrick kissed your forehead. "Don't wait up. I shouldn't be out too late, but you should get some sleep."

You shrugged. "I can't sleep without you."

"Well then, I will hurry back." Patrick grinned and hugged you tighter. "I love you baby girl."

You wrapped your arms around your neck and buried your face into his chest. "I love you too 'Trick."

And with a quick peck on your lips he was gone.

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Patrick looked down at his phone warily.

It's not like he wasn't enjoying the party, but he really wanted to get home to (Y/N).

"Hey guys, I think I'm gonna head home." Patrick said to his best friend.

"Going to bed early?" Pete smirked.

"Nah, (Y/N) needs me." Patrick said, shifting his weight from one foot to another. "You know how it is, she can't live without me." He joked.

"You'll understand when you find someone who can stand your eyeliner." Joe joked.

Pete grinned and rolled his eyes. "Ok, take care man. I'll see you in the studio tomorrow right?"

Patrick nodded and grabbed his car keys. "See you guys later." He waved to Joe and Andy and escaped to his car.

And maybe he should've avoided it, but Patrick couldn't help himself from checking his phone as he pulled out of the parking lot. He smiled at the cute message you had sent him and put his phone down in the cup holder.

It all happened so fast.

Patrick yelped in pain, as something struck his car from the side, slamming his head against the steering wheel and knocking him unconscious.

He woke up with a stranger looking down at him.

"Patrick." You said, reaching a hand up to touch his cheek, relief flooded you. He was alive, he was okay.

Your boyfriend moved away from you, his eyes wide with fear.

Was this another one of his crazy fans that had broken into his house to see him? And what was that annoying beeping noise. He thought, looking around him wildly.

"Where am I?" He asked, staring at his surroundings like a caged animal.

"You're in the hospital." You tried to explain to him, but he continued to look at you with fear in his eyes.

"The hospital?" Patrick looked at the IV line in his arm. "Holy smokes."

"You had an accident. I came over here as soon as I heard. I thought you were dead." You took a couple steps towards him, almost throwing yourself into his arms.

But he moved away from you again, the same confused look in his eyes.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Patrick shook his head, the movement hurt.

Your smile faltered. "I'm your girlfriend." You said, frowning.

"You're not Elisa." Patrick said.

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes. "Patrick, stop playing games."

Patrick's heart rate increased. "I'm not playing games, I don't know who you are. Why are you here, get out, you can't be here." His heart monitor got louder.

"Miss." The doctor grabbed your arm. "You have to leave, or we're gonna have to sedate him."

"You let some random fan in here?" Patrick shouted at the nurse closest to him. "Shouldn't you have better security than that?"

You held a hand up to your face, wiping tears as you were ushered out of the room.

Patrick didn't remember you. He didn't even know who you were. And the way that he thought Elisa was still his girlfriend, after everything she did to him.

You sat on the ground outside of Patrick's room, hugging your knees to your aching chest. How could anyone devise a fate so cruel?

Should I write a part two? Or write an entire fanfic?