Patrick Stump Imagines

39 - Last Dance

If you guys are familiar with ONE OK ROCK, I based this fic on the MV of Last Dance. Listen to it. I hope you will all like it.

Sorry for being inactive for days. I just got my new phone and I am still adjusting from a small to a larger screen.

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LAST DANCE

The kettle in the kitchen started to whistle violently, meaning your most awaited coffee will be done in a few minutes.

As you head to the kitchen, you left your phone on the arm of the sofa, and told your friend that he needs to wait up.

On the other hand, what you didn't know was, your boyfriend, Patrick, was observing you. He wondered why you were so giddy on texting someone on your phone.

When you went back to call him for coffee, you found him reading your texts, his jaw hardening in anger.

"Y/N, who is this guy?" he snapped.

"He's my friend." You said.

"Friend? Then, explain me why is there a babe on the end of your message?"

However, you weren't able to react as you lost the words you're about to reply back.

"Y/N, we're over." He said, rushing to the room the two of you shared.

"Patrick," you followed him to the room as he started to pack his things.

"I am getting sick of understanding your shit." He snapped. Then, minutes after arguing with each other, he finally went out of your house.

You put your hands on your face. What should I do? You asked yourself.

While he was stuffing his things in his car, he watched as he saw a man eerily staring at something.

Weird. He thought.

He looked at the direction where the old man was looking at. He shivered down and looked at the house as he couldn't believe what he saw.

A spacecraft hovering the city.

Moments later, the spacecraft gave its powerful beams, causing the pavement to breakdown into pieces.

What he did was to run back inside the house as your eyes met.

"Why did you come back?" You asked huskily.

He started to pant, and shoved the curtains as he made you look outside to the scenerario of people running in and out of their houses as couple of spacecrafts hover near your area.

"I can't leave you alone." He said, looking for something that he could use for defense.

"What--" you trailed off, watching how the power ran off.

"It's basically the end of the world." He snapped, pushing your couch to the door. He looked at you and tried to interpret what you were thinking. "I do not want you to end up as something they could use to reproduce their being. They have to pass over my dead body." He grabbed your hand as the two of you hid behind a wall.

The house started to grumble when he intertwined his fingers with you.

"I'm scared." You murmured.

"I'm here." He murmured, despite that he's the same like you. "And I am not leaving you,"

You felt your heart lurch on your mouth as you saw lights peeking on the gap of the door. Patrick pulled you closer to him, and somehow his arms made you feel safe and secured despite of the scenario.

He was about to call his friends, but it seemed that even the communication line is disabled as you phones are dead.

Wrapping your arms around you, the lights became brighter and brighter. You closed your eyes and huddled on his chest.

Moments later, the lights disappear and the power comes again, with the tv saying "It is very weird that all of the spacecraft banished. The government advises people to stay inside of their houses."

And after that, he pulled you and hugged you tightly.