Misunderstandings (Patrick Stump FanFiction)

Chapter 10

        His hair was sticking up in many places from, what I'm assuming was, his hand running through it the wrong way. His eyes, red against his creamy, pale skin, were puffy from long term crying. He intertwined our fingers and led me over to the couch, sitting down before I did. He stared longingly into my eyes before taking a deep breathe.

        “Christa, I'm so sorry... for everything I've done today...” I could see his eyes becoming glassy and I squeezed his hand. “I... just don't want to... mess anything up between us...” A single tear ran down his cheek and I watched it fall onto his outstretched arm. I felt myself choking back tears at seeing him so upset; he didn't deserve to feel this way, he was an angel and never did anything wrong. I was the one who messed up. I wish I could take all the sadness out of him and take it in myself.

        “Patrick... I love you, okay? Nothing could ever lessen the love I have for you! Hell, I love you more than myself!” He glared at me with this last statement. “I hate seeing you like this... please, tell me what's wrong? What did I do?” I pleaded to him with my eyes.

        “Sweetheart, you did nothing wrong... I love you more than anything... and I've just been so scared...” I saw him shift and trailed off from his thought.

        “Why? Why are you so scared?” I blinked a few times to stop myself from breaking down again. He squeezed my hands before staring off into space, having a mental battle with himself.

        “Because...” He slowly loosened his grip on my hand and stood up. Taking a deep breathe, he reached into his pocket to grab something. I saw him stare at it. Guess he got another text from Pete. He breathed heavily. “I love you more than anything, and these past two years have honestly been the best years of my life.” He turned completely to face me and held his hands behind his back, twiddling his foot around. After a moment, he met my eyes and slowly brought his hands out in front of him and revealed he was holding a little silver box. I couldn't process what it was. All of a sudden, he started lowering himself down onto one knee.

        HOLY SHIT!

        I finally realized what was happening and covered my mouth with my hands. I was bawling, no way to hide it. I looked from his hands to his face; the sunken look that was there just a minute ago was replaced with his beautiful smile.

        “You are my other half Christa. I love you so much, and don't know what I would've done if we had never met. I feel so great around you and when I was on tour, I missed you so much every minute I couldn't see or talk to you.” He paused and his eyes lit up even more. I couldn't control my breathing; my chest was jerking randomly with every few breaths and it hurt. “I've wanted to ask this for a while now... Christa? Will you do me the honor, of giving me your hand in marriage and being my gorgeous bride?” I sat there, letting it all sink in as he opened the ring box. It was magnificent! It had three larger diamonds lined in a row as the main focal point of it all and had multiple tinier studs trailing after them on either side. The band itself was white gold and had a heart taken out of the side of the metal. The light coming in from a crack in the blinds hit it and created a rainbow across a part of the table and amplified the magic in this moment.

         Patrick stood and I jumped up to meet him with a kiss. It was full of warmth and I could feel his passion behind it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he wrapped his around my waist. I pulled him closer to deepen the kiss and he gladly pushed himself closer. We stayed connected for a few seconds more. We pulled back and I rested my forehead on his. We were both crying now and both of our bodies were shaking.

        “Patrick...” I smiled. “I love you so much. I would be honored to be called your wife.” I leaned in and kissed him again before turning it into a hug. I loved being in his arms. I took a slightly shaky breath in a took in the scent of this moment. He'd put on my favorite cologne and it just deepened my love for it. Finally he pulled his arms back and I stepped away, allowing him to take the ring out of the case and show me something.

        “I got something special for this ring too, so it's one of a kind just like you.” I laughed at his cheesy line and he smiled. “You see?” He raised it up so it was in what little light was getting into the room. I could just barely make out something engraved on the inside of the band. “It says, “Patrick x Christa TLF”. True love forever." He grabbed my palm and gingerly slipped the ring onto my finger. It was a perfect fit. I looked from it to him a few times before he sat down and I knew I had to take my place next to him.

        “Happy Anniversary baby doll.” He kissed my forehead and leaned back so he was lying down.

        “Happy Anniversary 'Tricky.” I readjusted myself so I could lean down and lie in his arms while he flipped the T.V. onto The Walking Dead. I was lying my head on his chest as he stroked his thumb over my hand that was fitted into his. “I feel like I'd be Daryl if I was any character on that show...” I looked up at him and grinned. “You'd be Carol.”

        He started cracking up. God, you laugh is so beautiful. “Why am I Carol?”

        “Because you're caring, sweet, get what needs to be done, and you're in love with Daryl, which would be me.” I kissed his shoulder before getting up to go get some white cheddar popcorn for us to snack on. Guess movie night will happen after all. I looked down at the ring that now inhabited my finger and smiled until it hurt.

        When I came into the living room with the bowl, I noticed Patrick stretched out on the couch and was taking up where I had originally been lying. No worries. I set the bowl on the coffee table and climbed on top of him, propping myself up on my arms to hover above his face.

        “Glad you got the hint.” He gave me a smug smile and wrapped his arms around me.

         “Whether it was a hint or not I was still gonna do it.” I winked at him before pecking him on the lips and nestling into my place on him.”You're very comfy, no wonder everyone says you're a teddy bear.” I turned my head to watch the show and started dozing off with him stroking my hair.

        “I love you 'Tricky.” I closed my eyes with a smile and listened his inner drum.

        “I love you too, Christa.”