Fall Out Boy Imagines/Preferences

75. Love Me Like You Do pt. 2

Once again, I'm apologizing for typos (if there are any) I'm typing from my phone.

You plunged into the vat, the chemicals burning your skin like fire.

Swim Harley. The voices pleaded.

It burns like a thousand suns.

That's because it's acid dumbass. You replied.

The pain was almost unbearable, your nerves felt like they were slowly being seared off, one by one.

The voices became faded noises in the back of your mind. Your thoughts became clouded, it was harder to breathe.

Just as you were on the fringe of unconsciousness, you felt arms around your waist.

Suddenly the pain was gone, you could breathe again

You were aware of several things at once, the feeling of cold metal biting into your back, the sticky remains of the poisonous liquid on your skin and a faint pressure on your lips.

Somebody was...kissing you.

You jerked your knee up into the stranger's gut, and rolled from under him as he groaned in pain.

"Jeez, buy me dinner first," you mumbled, fixing your hair. "You know, before you decide to grope me."

"I wasn't groping you," the stranger wheezed, "I was saving your life. Giving you mouth to mouth recessitation." He explained.

"Oh...," you said awkwardly, "I just thought-"

"I know." He stood, holding his stomach. "Don't worry, I'd never take advantage of a woman."

"I'm Harley." You stuck your hand out.

"Patrick." He shook it.

Patrick was cute. His dark hair was plastered against his handsome baby face. You couldn't quite tell what color  his eyes were as they looked at you skeptically.

"Wanna tell me why I just had to save you from drowning in a vat of poisonous chemicals?" He raised an eyebrow.

Patrick looked at you with genuine concern, maybe, just maybe, you could trust him.

"Ok well." You sat down onto the ground. "I kinda, I hear these voices."

Patrick sat beside you. "Gosh, I thought you were doing it because you got dared."

You rolled your eyes. "I'm not gonna tell you if you tease me."

Patrick grinned. "I'm sorry, continue."

"The voices, they wouldn't leave me alone, so I had to make them stop." Your fingers twisted into the bottom of your t-shirt nervously.

"So you jumped from up there." Patrick looked up to the ledge. "Into a vat of acid?"

You nodded, shyly, suddenly afraid of what this stranger would think of you.

"You're crazy Harley," Patrick chuckled. "It's a good thing I like crazy."

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"Are you thinking about him again?" Pete asked.

You nodded, eyes fixated on the one star visible in the polluted night sky.

"You promised you wouldn't." Pete wrapped an arm around your shoulder. "You get all depressed when you do."

You shrugged. "It's hard not to."

"This is why you don't fall in love." Pete pulled you against his side. "Cuz when it ends, it feels like you're missing half of yourself. And it sucks ass."

You sighed. "You're right." You stood. "I'll race you to the bottom."

Pete grinned. "You're on." He took a couple steps back and lunged off the roof, smoothly throwing a grappling hook as he fell.

Crazy Harley.

Crazy in love.

He's never coming back for you Harley.

Looks like it'll just be us from now on.

You took a deep breath and somersaulted off of the roof, sliding down the cable Pete had used.

The pain in your fingers was nothing compared to the pain of your heart being ripped from your chest as Patrick left you on this same rooftop months ago.

Maybe a part 3? Idk you guys tell me.

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