What If Patrick... (Patrick Stump Imagines)

Short, Fast, and... Creepy?

You were inside the bathroom, preparing yourself for work, applying makeup in front of the huge mirror with the door just behind you.

You started to apply your mascara when you heard the door and saw it in the reflection open. Patrick stepped inside with an admiring smile as he watches you coat your lashes with mascara.

"You know less is more, right?" He spoke which made you smile and chuckle.

"Yeah, I think." You replied mockingly as you put down the mascara and held a black eyeliner and brought it up in your eye as you start to line it.

"You look already gorgeous without those, y/n. Now you're making yourself too gorgeous. Don't let all the other boys and even girls compete with me." He playfully pouted and you laughed.

"I have to look presentable for other people. Besides I'm already owned by this man named Patrick Stump, and I really love him."

His smile widened, but he didn't move from his spot. "Must be the luckiest man alive."

"Oh and the hottest too." You added as you swiped a maroon pigmented lip balm.

You heard him chuckle and you smiled at your reflection. Now, you're ready for work. Actually, excited since you're going to do your very first presentation in front of the board members. You have to impress them and the good thing is you don't even have to try. You're really passionate about your work that's why everything that you do is appreciated by everyone.

You turned around to ask Patrick how you look but then the door was closed. It looks like it wasn't even opened. You didn't hear the door closed and Patrick's footsteps.

You were confused and a bit spooked as you try to think how Patrick closed the door silently and unnoticeably when you saw him in the reflection still leaning by the frame door.

A knock on the door made you slightly jump and bite back a yelp.

The door opened, revealing a groggy Patrick.

"Who were you talking to? Your phone is in the nightstand, by the way." He sleepily spoke in a tone that says you couldn't use your phone as an excuse which could've made you chuckle but you can't.

"Y-you were talking to me while I was applying makeup. You were standing by the door, Patrick." You answered.

He furrowed his brows in confusion. "No, I was still in bed until I heard you laughing and talking."

"But Patrick you were talking to me." You insisted.

"The door was closed the whole time you were inside. Besides, I wouldn't just stand by the door if you're there. You know that."

You pursed your lips as you felt tears poke behind your eyes. You blinked fast to keep your tears from betraying you and from ruining your eye makeup. The panic was slowly rising in your chest, making you subtly tremble and your body temperature rise.

"Patrick, I saw you in the mirror. I heard the door open. We exchanged conversations." You trailed off and swallowed the lump forming in your throat. "Why are you messing with me?"

"I am not." He answered in a hard tone. He looked away and ran his fingers through his hair as he sharply inhaled. He looked at you again with a soft and weak look in his eyes which made you feel sorry for accusing him that he's messing with you. What happened to you was starting to creep you out.

"Look, the door was closed the whole time you're here inside. I heard you laughing and talking to someone I don't know who or heck even what. I'm not accusing you of anything, but I just want you to remember that not everything that you see in the mirror is real." He walked away, leaving you stunned, shocked, stuck between believing and denying while the words he left lingered inside the bathroom and echoes inside your head, making your heart race and your ears ring.

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The ending was weak but this idea came to me when I jolted awake for no reason at 2:58 in the morning and realized that I had to pee. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this.