What If Patrick... (Patrick Stump Imagines)

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"Patrick, you weren't answering my text messages. I called you like 20 times, but you never returned any of my calls. What happened? What is going on?" You asked your lover, Patrick, once he entered the house that you both live in together. He seemed stressed, tired, and not in the mood to deal with any of this thing that you're throwing at him, but you want to hear more than what you're asking him to answer.

"My phone died. The signal was down. The world was ending and I dropped my phone. I was sleeping. I was recording in the studio. My phone was silent." He nonchalantly spoke all the excuses he could've given you, which caught you in dismay.

You stood up from the couch you're sitting on and walked up to him, blinded by your wild burning anger at how he spoke to you. You didn't even know that you slapped him a couple of times and even punched him right in the face. Once you realized what you've done, the hand that you used to hurt him started trembling as it turned ice cold. He just stood there, trying so hard to swallow back his tears when it's already streaming on his red face.

"I'm s-sorry." He whimpered as he fell down on his knees, grabbing your hands, asking and begging for forgiveness.

You quietly cried as you watched him. "What for, Patrick?"

"I've been lying to you for two weeks now." He said.

You shut your eyes closed as you know what's going to come up next. You don't want to hear it, but you have to.

"I love somebody else." He spoke.

"You what?"

"Elisa." He spoke, looking past your body, wearing a ghost smile. "I don't know how it happened. I just felt it. She feels the same too. I just can't live a lie with you. You deserve someone else better than I am. I'm so sorry. I thought it would just go away, but it didn't."

"So leave." You said coldly.

He lifted his head to look at you. "What?"

"You heard me. Leave." You spoke once again in a firm tone as your grip on him loosened until you're not holding him anymore.

He stood up with shaky legs from kneeling on the hard floor for a long time. "Y-you can't do that." He spoke shakily.

"I can." You smirked coldly at him. "We can dispose this house we bought for our future. Anyway, it's still early. Many people will sell their soul just to get themselves inside our place with so many nice memories that only went down to garbage." You spoke with a stoic face as you walked away from him, grabbing your car key, your phone, and your wallet.

"W-wait where are you going?" He asked as he went after you.

"Away from this place where I don't ever belong. Away from this place where we don't belong. Away from this place where we don't have a future. Away from this place where I built my hopes and watched them crumble down by you. Mostl importantly, away from you." You pointed a finger at him angrily as you opened the car door and went inside, inserting the key to its ignition.

Patrick stood by the open car door, helpless and hurt a little less than you. You're fucking devastated. After all the love you've given to him, he'll just get tired of it and find somebody else? Fuck no, you're not a toy. You still love him, but this is enough.

"Y/N, just stay." He pleaded.

"No."

"Please." He begged, getting down on his knees as tears starts to stream down his face again. You just looked straight ahead.

"What for? Because you feel sorry? Stop it, Patrick. You should know what you have done and what could've happened once you did it."

"God, I'm so sorry."

"Yeah, I hope you choke on it. I also hope you made the right choice, because I'm never coming back. I never turned my back on you and canoodled with somebody else. I could never do that to you. God knows how faithful and devoted I am to you." You stated with a shaky voice as you try so hard not to break in front of him.

You turned your head to him, capturing this moment that he's kneeling in the pavement beside you, begging for you to stay for nothing. You already made up your mind. You're going back to your place and try to get him out of your heart at least.

"You're the last worst seamy part of this town." You spoke bitterly as you closed your door shut and drove away, leaving him on his knees with the heavy feeling in both your chests. As you drove further from him, you kept on asking yourself: 'why does this feel so wrong?'