What If Patrick... (Patrick Stump Imagines)

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You wanted to explode. You wanted to scream. You wanted to beat someone up. You wanted to ruin anything that you could get your hands onto. You just wanted to fucking explode already.

You're so sick and tired of bottling up your emotions and having to be okay for the people around you. You find it unfair at how they can just complain how tired they are after a minute of walking or how exhausted they are after a day of doing nothing but listening to discussions and taking down important notes. You hate it when you hear shitty people complain about other people being shitty.

Because they don't know what it feels to be genuinely exhausted, to get hurt, and to be fucking sad. They don't have the slightest idea about what kind of hell it is having to live with those negative emotions for half of your living years.

Now, you're a fine sculpted rock, but if somebody's going to press a hand on any part of you, you're just going to break and everything will spill through the cracks. You want that to happen, but you care so much about the people around you. You don't want them to freak out or worry about you. Or even pay attention at you. You don't want any of that. All you want is to let go.

You're standing at the rooftop of the hotel you're staying at. Everything looks beautiful from the above. The lights coming from the buildings and the vehicles look like magical fairy orbs. You admire at how everything looks perfect from the top.

You have no intentions of jumping. You're just plainly standing at the edge with a remarkable balance brought by your melancholic soul and your heavy thoughts overflowing from your head just to fill up your chest.

Now that you've found your peace of mind, all the anger and other fiery emotions dissipated in the cold air. You wanted to stay a little more and maybe let your tears take its time to escape your eyes.

A sound of heavy flapping wings caught your attention, so you looked around only to see no any sort of a bird, but only the huge flourescent letters of the hotel and other mechanical things in the wide space of the rooftop.

You sighed and sat down while you just stare at your reflection at the building across you.

"Hey." You heard someone said.

You were startled, since you thought it was a guard or anyone with an authority and you're not ready to face anything that has to do with the law or their rules.

You turned your head to see who it was and saw a dark blonde haired guy with black framed square glasses. He wore a black skinny jeans, a pair of converse, a maroon shirt under his denim jacket. He looked nice and attractive. You felt very confident just by looking at whoever that stranger is.

You were too busy staring at his being that your mind did not register that he's already standing in front of you. He was wearing a goofy yet shy smile as he held out his arm for you to grab and hold on to help you stand up  "I'm, uh, Patrick. I'm sorry if I may have startled you." He politely said, his eyes never leaving your wide ones as you got up

"Hi, Patrick. I'm y/n, and that's fine. I just wasn't expecting anybody else to be here." You said, smiling shyly as you slipped your hand inside the pocket of your trousers.

He chuckled. "What are you doing here, by the way?"

"Oh I'm just uh calming my senses. Trying to put out the fire inside, you know what i mean" You said, chuckling.

He nodded. "I understand." He simply stated as he turned his head to look at you. You were about to tear your gaze from his string and captivating ones, but you couldn't. It's like your eyes got magnetized by his and you don't want to let go. You suddenly found yourself admiring his bright blue eyes. They reminded you of the vast space of the ocean, leaving you breathless.

Out of the blue, he gently pulled you in for a hug which took you by surprise. Why would a stranger do that? He doesn't know you. You don't know him either. For all you know he might just stab you in the back while you're enjoying his warm hug.

The two of you slowly pulled away as if on cue. You feel a lot better now. His warmth still lingers all over your body which you find odd yet nice at the same time.

"You know you're a masterpiece. That type that looks beautiful at a first glance, but once you look deep into it, it shows the ripped edges, the dark swirls, disturbing shapes, too much dark colors - and once you look at it again as a whole, it still look beautiful, but in a way that it's very fragile." He passionately said. "Or maybe like a beautiful story that's made up with lots of tragedies." He finished, following a quick deep chuckle as if to make up for the subtle awkwardness of the looking silence.

"The second was simpler and brief." You teased him as both of you shared subtle laughter. "I'm really glad you're holding on tight. You've grown into a wiser and much stronger woman. Don't ever give up just, because you've had enough. It's like a bribe of the devil. Keep going and soon, you will have your own piece of heaven." He assured you with that warm smile and that warm gaze which really holds you in captive.

You find yourself smiling back at him. "T-thanks, um, Patrick." You said to him, trying to come up with something else to say, but failed to do so.

"I think you need to rest already." He said as he took your hand in his hand which made your cheeks flush. You're thankful for the dimness for he wouldn't see you blushing fiercely at the contact and at the words that he just told you.

"Close your eyes." He ordered requested.

You chuckled and shrugged as you shut them close. What can this guy do anyway? Suddenly you felt the temperature rise just enough to warm you up.

You opened your eyes and gasped as you realized that you're already in your room.

"What the —. H-how did we get here without even moving? Did you make me fall asleep? How long was I out? I don't understand..." You trailed off as you looked around the room to check if it's real and to check if you're in the right room. You are, in fact, awake, in the right room, and most definitely not dreaming

"I just brought you to your room." He innocently answered.

"Okay..." You said, still wanting a further explanation, and not knowing what to say.

You slowly walked away from him as you check out the rest of your room. You were fazed to even speak. You heard the sound of wings again which made you turn around.

Patrick was gone.

"Patrick?" You called out. Where did that guy go?

You walked back to his spot and notice a huge white feather lying at the floor. You kneeled down and gently held it.

Where could this - hold up. This could be a feather coming from an Angel. And Patrick was nowhere to be seen. He just magically appeared and disappeared.

You gasped as you remembered the sound of the huge and heavy wings together with his appearance and disappearance.

He's the angel.

He's an angel.

He is your angel.

He saved you from subconsciously jumping from the rooftop and having your body parts scattered everywhere. He completely cooled down your burning embers and calmed your raging thoughts. And mostly, he touched something deep in your soul that made you feel calm like a sea. It's like your completely fine once again.

You don't know how long will it last but you love it and you're thankful to God for sending down one of his angels to keep you completely burning yourself down and missing out the best features of life.