Patrick Stump Imagines

47 - Only You

Patrick promised to be back home. He said he would be here before Christmas Eve and now, it's Christmas and a few hours later, it would probably end.

You were like a burrito on the couch, watching Nightmare before Christmas, fighting your eyelids as they tell you to sleep. Doing nothing on Christmas isn't you anyway.

Unconsciously, your eyelids shut you to sleep.

On the other hand, Patrick arrived, looking for you. He was really disturbed as he failed to get ssomething for you. Once he saw you sleeping on the couch, he sat on the ground, waking you up.

"Hmm...not now." You said, shifting to the other side.

"Y/N, it's me, Patrick." He said, shaking you awake. You twisted to the other side, blinking as you try to open your eyes.

"Hi," You murmured. "Welcome home."

"Merry Christmas, Y/N." He said, sighing deeply.

"What's wrong?" You sat up, patting the couch, telling him to sit next to you.

"I...I didn't get anything for you." He said sadly.

"You don't need to get anything for me. I just want you to go home and now, you're here. I couldn't ask for anything more." You wrapped your arms at him and somehow, Patrick smiled.

"All you want for Christmas is me?" He whispered in your ear.

"Yeah. Nothing else."