What If Patrick... (Patrick Stump Imagines)

You're my Best Friend

2:08 am

You finally finished painting your canvas and looked at it proudly. You made it for y/b/f/n's birthday which is two days from now. You painted her a portrait of (your best friend's idol) and it took you almost a month to finish it. Now you're done, you can finally take a full and a nice sleep.

After cleaning up your room and yourself, you changed to your pajamas and dived into your bed. Then your phone vibrated with a new message.

You let out a loud sigh as you reached for your phone on the nightstand to read the message from whoever it is.

From: Stumphaloes

Hey could you come over at my house right now? I kinda need your company...

Received 2:22 am

Suddenly you got worried about your another best friend, Patrick. Lately he hit the rock bottom because of his ex-girlfriend and his bad habits that he couldn't seem to pull himself through.

You typed a reply to him while you get dressed.

To: Stumphaloes

Hold tight. I'll be there.

Sent: 2:22 am

Then you quickly made your way down and into your car, quickly starting the engine and hitting the acceleration pad, racing to his place as fast as you could.

Finally you arrived at his place in a record breaking time of 10 minutes. Supposedly it should be 45 minutes but because there was no traffic and there were less vehicles, you made it ahead of time. Quickly you went to his porch and hardly knocked on his door, almost punching a hole in it.

The door opened, revealing a swollen and bloodshot eyed Patrick which put you in so much awe and gave you stings of pain in your chest. You immediately engulfed him in a tight hug and let him sob on your shoulder while he clutches on your shirt for dear life.

It seemed like it lasted for an eternity but you didn't mind. He's your best friend and you'd do anything just to ease his pain.

He led you upstairs and inside his bedroom. His balcony door was open which provided much more cold air inside his room. Somehow you could smell the whiskey and cigarettes slowly dissipating in the circulating air.

"Tell me what's going on, boy." You gently asked him as you wiped his tear-stricken face with your hands.

"I j-just feel h-horrible." He hiccupped due to so much crying. "Y' know, after everything that happened starting from that stupid ex-girlfriend of mine until at this career I'm doing on my own — I k-kinda feel overwhelmed that I want to choke myself until I'm able to shut myself out."

You were still holding his hand while you gently stroke the back part of it, looking at him intently. "I know how hard it is. Trust me, I do. You don't have to hurry. Just let go and let it happen. It might hurt and wound you but you will heal soon into a much stronger and a wiser man. Don't give up. You've come so far with your band and now with your solo career. You have your best friends, your family, fans. They all love you. We all love you. You can't impress everyone and that's okay. Focus on what you have and cherish them." You gently rubbed his back while he pours out another batch of fresh, warm tears. You just let him empty his sadness, pain, frustrations, and disappointments out of his system until he ran out of tears to cry.

You carried him to his bed and cleaned up his room. You thought he was asleep when you heard him chuckle. You walked to him and kneeled down beside him.

"I think you're really my best friend. You're always there for me when I'm at my worst and especially at my best. Thank you so much, y/n." Patrick said sincerely through his drunken-sleepy state.

"Anything to keep you alive." You answered, lightly brushing your fingers against his hair.

"I love you, y/n." Patrick said as his eyes starts to flutter close.

You smiled at him as you felt a great swell of love towards him. "I love you too, Patrick." You replied and kissed his forehead. "You'll be alright soon." You whispered to him as you held his hand and kissed his knuckles. "You'll always be my best friend."