Patrick Stump Imagines

Secret Love Song (Part 2)

"Good job, boys. Once again, you've exceeded my expectations," their stage manager said. Pete let out a "woo!" before setting his bass down at a corner while Andy was wiping himself with a towel that was given to him by Joe.

Patrick was the last to go backstage; he was really sweaty and probably the most tired among the guys. You walked up to him and smiled.

"Great show. You absolutely killed it."

He smiled back before he started coughing which interrupted your moment. You frowned and started patting him on the back.

"Hey, you okay?"

He nodded vigorously before brushing right past you and going to his room. You followed him and saw him rest his body on the couch, throwing his hat off carelessly and sliding off his leather jacket. He then threw off his shoes and took his sweaty shirt off, leaving him in nothing but his pants and his socks. You closed the door and put your hand on his head as your palms checked his temperature.

"You're hot," you stated. Even with a possible sickness, he still managed to smirk playfully at you.

"Literally or metaphorically?"

"Oh, shut up." You slapped his shoulder playfully before standing rinsing a towel (that was always kept in their vanity dressers) with water in the bath and putting it on his forehead. Then, you got a cup of water from the water dispenser and gave it to him.

"Thanks, (Y/N). You do too much for me," he said before drinking from the cup.

"It's nothing. You're my—"

You cut yourself off before looking down and exhaling. "This isn't the time to ask, but what are we? I mean, we've already established that we're friends, but I'm not sure of that."

He set down the glass on the table and propped himself in a sitting position, looking at you. "I'm not sure, either."

A moment of silence surrounded the both of you before he sighed. "(Y/N), do you love me?"

"I do. You're my best frie—"

"I mean, as something more. I thought we had this thing between the two of us."

You bit your lip. "Patrick, the real question here is, do the both of us actually love each other?"

"We do. Think about it; the awkward glances, the kisses, probably everything. I think we're something more than friends," he stated as he swallowed a breath.

"If we are, then why aren't we allowed to say it out loud? Why can't we be like Meagan and Pete? Why can't we show everyone that we love each other?"

He fought back the tears that were about to spill and looked down. "Because of people. Nearly nobody wants us together. If you only knew how many times I've wanted to ask you if I could date you, but I couldn't."

Your heart broke seeing him cry. You reached your hand out and wiped a tear, looking him in the eye.

With an obvious nervous tone, you admitted your feelings for him. "Look, Patrick, I love you so damn much. Much more than a friend. More than a best friend. I love you as someone who I care about."

He let out a shaky breath before unexpectedly kissing you, sending shivers down your spine. His lips felt fantastic on yours as you kissed back and felt the moment; the passion, the lifelong romance that you couldn't give out; everything. It was all coming out at that time, that place, that stolen kiss.

The both of you pulled away and leaned on each other's foreheads, savoring the momentum that you could only hide behind a room or a curtain. "(Y/F/N), I have loved you for my whole life, and all I have been waiting for that kiss for every second of my life. If only you knew how many nights I have spent on thinking of what we could be, if only you knew what pain I had to go through, if only..."

You shushed him and pulled him into a hug. "Patrick, it's okay. I understand."

After he cried into your shirt, he pulled back and swallowed. "So what does this make us?"

"I don't know. You?"

"I'd say, in a relationship?" he asked with another smirk. You whispered "yes" before he slipped his hands sneakily onto your waist, holding on to them. You looked down at his hands before he slightly took them back, face red. "I have always wanted to do this, I'm sorry."

"It's okay. You're fine."

He slipped them back on before someone knocked on the door and opened it, seeing the two of you. "Woah, Patrick's getting some tonight!" Joe announced before Pete and Andy barged in.

"Wait, you're a couple?" Pete asked, dumbfounded. Patrick nodded vigorously before they all cheered.

"Congrats to the newlyweds!" Andy greeted. Joe scrunched his nose at his weirdness. The drummer noticed this before looking at him. "What? Too soon?"

You let out a small chuckle before Patrick put his left hand under your chin, lifting it so you were looking at him. "You're so beautiful when you laugh."

"Thanks, Patty!" Pete called from the background in a squeaky voice. Patrick got a pillow from the couch and threw it at him, making the five of you laugh.

"Shut up, Wentz."

—

After the three of them left, the both of you were beside each other on the small couch, discussing about random life plans and goals that the two of you had. So far, the most interesting thing he's told you that he wanted a son. You laughed at the idea, but thought that it would be too early for your relationship.

"Wait, so does this mean we're an 'us' now and we can tell everyone about it?" you wandered out of nowhere.

"Absolutely. I want the whole world to know you're mine. Our secret love song is done."

"You're so cheesy," you replied before he kissed you on the cheek.