The Carpal Tunnel Of Love (Patrick Stump X Reader)

Chapter Seven

YOUR POV

I stood dumbstruck as Patrick jogged off toward the stage, raising my hand to trace the line on my jaw that Patrick had placed on my face.

I rested my fingers on the place that his hand had set about thirty seconds before.

I speedwalked to the bathroom down to hall after watching their little intro thing.

I fiddled with the pin on my shirt from Joe that read 'VIP' in sharpie while I passed a couple people on my way to the restroom.

I turned the corner and entered the women's bathroom, turning to look in the mirror.

Staring back at me, my face was unbelievably red, sweating and breathing heavily. I laughed lightly, taking a small paper hand towel and patting my face, removing some of the sweat from my forehead.

After almost restoring my face to its original color, I returned to the backstage area.

They were about halfway 'Uma Thurman' and I stood alongside the managers and staff as the song came to an end.

I took a moment to look around the dim area beyond the stage lights, but quickly turned back around.

"I'd like to dedicate this next song to one of the most beautiful girls I have ever laid my eyes on, miss Y/N." Patrick said, motioning to me to come out.

I felt my face redden all over again as I started walking toward Patrick, very confused.

What the actual shit is happening?

As I left the backstage area and slowly walked onto the actual stage, my head flooded with thoughts.

People are going to see us together.

Romantically.

What if they take pictures?

Aren't people gonna talk?

How will my friends react when they find out?

I forced my mind to shut up as I felt the various colored lights hit my face. I hoped to god the thousands of crowd members couldn't see how red I was, but Patrick definitely could which was extremely unfortunate for the both of us.

"Everybody--this is Y/N. Say hello."

Thousands of greetings resonated through the arena. I mouthed a 'thank you' to the crowd as Patrick turned to me, adjusting the microphone clipped to the neck of his shirt.

'Y/N, I was wondering if you'd want to go out with me later?"

I felt the thousands of eyes resting on me as I blurted out my obvious answer.

"Of course!"

"Great, where do you want to go?" He asked, covering his microphone so only I could hear him, for obvious reasons.

At this moment in time, if I had set my actual body on fire it would have been the same temperature as my face.

"Um, well I don't know Chicago that well..." I muttered, my mind racing with every possible thing that could go wrong as Andy grinned at me from behind his drum set. With an obvious wink, he turned away and immersed himself in conversation with Pete, who basically ignored the whole affair.

"I've got some ideas." Patrick reassured me, walking back toward the center of the stage and ignoring that whole situation completely as they began to play I Don't Care.

Andy motioned for me to come sit on a short stool next to his drum set which sat up on a platform.

I walked over, taking a seat next to Andy as he began to interrogate me.

"So, how long has this gone on with no one noticing?" He questioned before I even sat down.

"Oh, well I think where was always chemistry but I will admit I never saw us realistically being together," I responded.

"Do you think you guys will be together for a while?"

"I hope so. I adore Patrick, I really do. I can't believe this all happened."

"Well, you two have fun tonight," He concluded, raising a drumstick and beginning the song.

"Thanks," I mumbled, knowing he couldn't hear me.