Patrick Stump Imagines

A Piece Of Me

You sighed in satisfaction as you continued watching your favorite TV show with Patrick with a blanket around the both of you. It was midnight and you badly needed sleep, but you couldn't care less. He just came back from a year-long tour and you were planning to spend every second with him.

You looked up and saw him asleep with his phone in his hands, head tilted to the side. You laughed softly at how adorable he looked before you sat up and moved his body lower into the bed, resting his head on the pillow and pulling the covers on him. Kissing his forehead sweetly, you laid down beside him and drifted off to sleep. Well, at least until you were interrupted by his phone vibrating underneath the blanket. You groaned as you dug your hand in the sheets and took the phone, planning to put it on the bedside table but stopped when you saw that it was a message from someone.

Riana: hey, Patrick! I was wondering when we could meet up like you said? Call back soon! x

You raised an eyebrow in confusion before unlocking his phone and checking his messages. You pressed on their conversation seeing that they've texted each other quite frequently.

The most recent one was the one that you saw. You scrolled up and saw numerous messages you wished you never laid your eyes on.

Patrick: hey r! happy valentine's day. hope you have a good one. will be thinking about you the whole day. love you.

Riana: Love u too! Will I be meeting u in ur show tonight?

Patrick: backstage, sweetie. wouldn't want pete to know. or anyone in that matter.

Riana: Gr8. See u tonight! Love u!

Patrick: love you more. :)

You couldn't believe it. The man whom you devoted your whole life on and married was cheating on you. And he seemed to be serious about it.

Anger surged through your veins before you locked the phone and slapped him on his shoulder, sending him awake. He looked around before focusing on you. "What?!"

"Nothing. Just wondering who your 'friend' is," you retorted sarcastically. He made a face before seeing that you had his phone on your hands.

"Give me that." He took the device from you and realized that you knew. "What did you see?"

"Just you flirting with some girl and meeting up with her during concerts. Pete wouldn't want to know about that. Or anyone, right?"

His mouth opened, but he had nothing to say. "Am I right, Patrick?" you asked again.

"Well, I'm not putting up with your bullshit anymore so you can have this," you slid your wedding ring and engagement ring off of your finger before throwing it at him, "but not me. I hope you have fun with her. Wouldn't want you killing yourself."

"(Y/N), wait, let me explain."

You chuckled coldly. "Explain what? That you cheated on me? That you love me? Those are just lies, honey. Besides, what else can you explain when you've said the same three words you've promised to keep for me and only me to another girl you barely know?"

"You don't even understand! It's not what it seems like."

"You're right. It's not. Because lying to me about me being the only person you love in your life isn't what it seems like."

You stood up and took your bag from the floor, stuffing your gadgets into it and rushing downstairs to your car with Patrick following suit. You hastily threw your bag on the car before you exited the driveway, seeing him run after your car screaming apologies with tears streaming down his cheeks. You didn't know where you were going, and you were relying it all on your mind.