Fall Out Boy Imagines

I Want You to Stay: Patrick Stump

You sat on the floor staring blankly at the TV in front of you. Your back was against the couch and you sat there, staring at the blank TV in front of you. Since you heard the news of your mother's death, you'd been like this. You hadn't called anyone, or texted anyone, or eaten anymore than a bowl of cereal. You've barely moved from your spot. You've heard your phone ring more than once. 

Patrick had even called the house phone. Leaving message after message, begging you to answer the phone and talk to him. He was your boyfriend, but you hadn't moved in together yet. He was great but, you can't talk to him right now. You can't 

Then you head a knock on the door. He was here. In his last message he was he was going to come and talk to you. 

"Y/N?" You hear his voice through the door. His voice provokes more tears, an audible sob leaving your lips.

"Patrick..." you murmur. It was then you realized how much you need him, how much you wanted him right now. 

So, you stood, slowly, using the wall to balance me, as you made my way towards the door. You put my hand on the door. He was right there... you could hear his breath outside the door. You put your hand on the door knob and slowly turn it. When the door opens, he's standing there, looking at you with a sympathetic look on his face. He reached forward and cupped your face in his hand, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. Once you saw him, you could help yourself but rush forward into his arms. You threw your arms around his neck and shove your face into his neck. He wraps his arms around you tightly with one hand and with the other stroked your hair. 

"Hey Baby." He whispered softly in your ear.

He scooped you up in his arms and closed the door behind him. He walked over to the couch and sat there kissing your forehead softly.

"Patrick, I'm sorry." You replied almost inaudibly. 

"Shh shh shh, you're fine." He shushed you "Let me help you to bed."

He carried you upstairs, helped you change and get in bed. He sat there at the end of the bed staring at you, lovingly. 

"You know, we have to talk." He says staring at his hands. 

You bite your lip and nod. "But, in the morning... I want you to stay... please..."

He looked over at you and furrowed his eyebrows. You seeing this made you desperate. 

"Please! Don't go... I want you to stay..." 

He looked at you and nodded. He came around to the other side of the bed and got in. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer he entangled his legs with yours. 

You snuggle into his chest, accepting his warmth and love. Because it's moments like now that makes you sure, Patrick would do anything for you.