Band Imagines/One-Shots

I'm Glad You Called Me // Patrick Stump

*TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM AND SUICIDE*

I apologize for the dark them of this chapter, so instead of making this second person, I will make it first. Love you all, and stay strong.

Never let them take the light behind your eyes.

I stared at the thing in my hands, the dangerous thing that held so much power over me. I knew that life would be better without such a thing existing, but of course, it was too late.

Everyone was always too late.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, but instead of it disappearing, it grew as did the tears in my eyes.

Why did I have to be a failure? Why did I have to be so pathetic?

No one ever thought I was good enough, and no one ever cared.

Well, one did.

Patrick Vaughn Stumph.

He has been my best friend for years, and my boyfriend for another.

He knew about my depression. And he found out about my self-harming habits.

"Sweetheart?" His soft voice spoke suddenly from downstairs. I stared at the bathroom door in horror.

Oh god, he was going to find out.

Oh god oh god oh god.

I forced myself to a stand, accidentally dropping the razor on the floor with a clatter.

"Sweetheart, where are you?" His sweet voice was getting closer. I scrambled to wash off the blood, and wrap my wrists and arms.

"O-One second!" I shouted, and bent down to get the razor. I threw it in my drawer and made sure it was hidden.

"Babe?" Patrick's voice was outside the door. The door knob rattled and started to turn, but I gripped it in my hand, stopping him from getting in. "Baby, unlock the door." His voice started to get serious.

"J-Just give me a minute!" I checked the mirror. Blood was dripping down my arm, and it was on my shirt.

Oh god, what do I do?

"Babe, open the fucking door!" Patrick said suddenly extremely serious. I felt my face pale, and Patrick rammed the door then. It swung open, hitting the wall, and he saw me sitting against the bath tub, crying. "Holy smokes." He spoke breathlessly.

He quickly went under the sink, grabbing a towel, and rushing over, bending down and holding it to my arms, taking off the now ripped bandages.

"W-What..what were you thinking?!" He asked, and pressed his palm against my cheek. Tears were streaming down at this point, and I looked into his bluish eyes. (There are so many fucking colors in his eyes, so we're gonna go with blue)

"I-I'm s-sorry.."

I shoved the memory away and looked back down at the sharp thing in my hand.

Remember what he said. Remember what you're supposed to do if you ever feel like this.

Call Patrick.

I quickly put the razor on the counter, and ran to my bedroom, snatching up my phone and hitting Patrick's number on speed dial.

Two rings later, and Patrick's voice answered groggily.

"Hello?" I sniffled, curling up against the wall on my bed.

"P-Patrick?" The sounds on the other side of the phone came to a halt, and I heard rustling. He must have rolled over and put on his glasses.

It was silent for another moment, until he spoke again.

"Tessa? Hey, w-what's going on?" I sniffled again, and wiped a tear with my sweater sleeve.

"I-I'm sorry I woke you up, but..b-but you said to call you whenever I feel like...l-like.." There was more rustling.

"Oh shit. Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes, okay?" I nodded, even though he couldn't see me.

"O-Okay."

"Hey, it's okay. I love you." I smiled a very tiny bit.

"I love you too, Patrick."

He hung up, and I stayed on my bed, curled up still. In less than five minutes, the door opened and shut, and I heard footsteps coming up.

"Hey baby." Patrick's voice spoke. I looked up and saw him in blue pajama pants, tennis shoes and a sweatshirt. I smiled a tiny bit more as he walked over, and knelt down on my bed next to me. "Holy smokes." He barely whispered, looking at me.

"What?" I asked, looking up at him slightly. He wiped a tear off my cheek, and leaned forward kissing my forehead.

"You're so beautiful, and you shouldn't be this sad." I bit my lip, and wrapped my arms around Patrick's neck, burying my face in it.

"I'm so sorry I woke you up and that I'm a mess and that I'm stupid, and depressed, and-" Patrick lifted my head and pressed his lips against mine, shutting me up. He pulled away, pecking my lips once more.

"You're fine, baby. I want to help you, and I'm here for you forever. I promise." I smiled, and watched as Patrick kicked off his tennis shoes, pulling off his sweatshirt, and wrapped his arms around me. He leaned over and laid both of us down, me curling up into his side. He kissed my temple and smiled against my cheek. "I'm glad you called me, sweetheart. I will always be here if you want to hurt yourself. Always."

"Thank you." I smiled, closing my eyes and quickly falling asleep.

Hey! So uh, I'm not dead! (Yet). I just moved in my college dorm and school is starting Tuesday, so updates might come slower.

Also, sorry this sucks. Thanks for sticking with me! Lots of Love ❤️❤️

~ xoxo Tessa