Sweetheart. (Patrick Stump Imagines)

paris

"Patrick, the world wants to know how you've learned multiple languages, like we've heard you speak Japanese, Spanish, Italian, and heck even French!" The lady interviewer gushed in amazement, sharing wide-eyed gazes with the boys and with her fellow interviewer who's just as amazed as the entire world.

Andy, Pete, and Joe snickered with hushed chuckles as they glanced at Patrick with pride.

Patrick pursed his lip and politely nodded, tugging the cuffs of his cardigan to cover a part of his hands as a sign of subtle agitation from the attention that he's getting. He faked a chuckle to overcome his nerves.

"Yeah but I've noticed that if you'd speak in a foreign language, it's usually be the French language. Is there any other story as to why that's like the dominant foreign language that you speak?" The other interviewer elaborated.

Patrick nodded. "All right, since this is a tell-all interview, I might as well let the whole world know about the other reason why I could almost fluently speak in French." He started.

"Oohh interesting." The interviewer commented.

"Sounds really deep." The other one followed.

Patrick nervously chuckled as he moved himself to the edge of the sofa and straightened his posture. "So, when I was younger, I began learning the French language through textbooks. It's one of the languages that really fascinated me, since me and my parents would watch those old foreign films and it just sounded beautiful to me." Patrick spoke a little too excitedly at a fast pacing, a smile tucked in the corner of his mouth.

"Then I met this girl." Patrick's smile bloomed into a sweet grin, making everyone in the room feel the subtle rush of giddiness as they anticipate for more.

"Can we get her name?" One of the interviewers quickly asked.

Patrick chuckled. "No. It's to respect her private life." He quickly said, which the interviewer understandingly nodded to.

"Anyway, yeah, we met. I'm not gonna say where and when because that would give away too much. Just the important details." Patrick quickly warned. "We fell in love first with the language (French language); became really good friends and would usually converse with each other in our subtle attempts at speaking the French language." He felt his cheeks and his veins warming up as the memories of their moments together gently crawled back to his consciousness.

"And then soon enough we found ourselves head over heels for each other." Patrick couldn't help but full on grin, his skin flushed as his body got warmer and his heart beat deliciously increased its pace. "And then there was this moment where everything was too much for us to live through that we impulsively booked plane tickets to Paris. We ran away together. It was a pretty dark time for us at that time and the only way to keep ourselves intact was to just," he snapped his fingers, "runaway."

"We were young adults and both of us were quite in the midst of our careers and we're earning more than enough, so we sufficed for like almost two months of our stay in Paris." Patrick was very tempted to tell every single detail, but he didn't want to give her completely away. He wants to keep a part of their moments to himself.

"Wait, you and the mystery girl ran away to Paris and stayed there for almost two months?" One of the interviewers asked in disbelief and in amazement.

Patrick chuckled. "Yup."

"Damn." The interviewer commented, speechless. Everyone in the room laughed in agreement. "But have any of you been to Paris before?"

"See, that's one of the crazy part of it; we have no idea how to navigate Paris. It's such a huge city with such fabulous structures and it's always flocked with tourists and locals. We were completely overwhelmed for a couple of days. We booked at a random decent hotel and got lost everytime we'd dare to roam around." Patrick had to bite his tongue as he found himself almost straying away from the demanded context of his answer. He's somehow afraid that he might be saying too much. Has he said too much?

"Anyway, cutting to the chase; in those nearly two months that we've stayed in Paris, it was easier to communicate with the people there using their local language, which was French. It wasn't perfect at all. People there would often correct us and that's how we got better. We mostly learned from the locals and when we flew back to America it was very strange to speak the English language." Patrick chuckled, resting his mic on his lap to signal that he's finished elaborating the information that was demanded from him.

Everyone in the room fell silent after Patrick's narration of his adventure with the mysterious girl.

"I've never heard of that part of your life, dude." Pete said to Patrick in a hushed voice.

Joe and Andy were left wide-eyed and stunned. They couldn't believe what they just heard either. How the hell could it be real without any of them knowing? When did it happen? What?

Patrick shrugged, not knowing what to say. Suddenly finding her, Y/N, became the most important thing in the world at the moment.

Patrick felt like and knew that he's ready and willing to leave everything that he has just to take off in another impulsive escapade just to catch a glimpse of her again. He hated how far his heart and his mind have already gone, but he's still in the same spot.

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Hi, pfrendz. Thank you so much for reading this imagine! I appreciate you sparing my works a bit of your time. I adore you.

I'm thinking of making a separate chapter for Y/N and Patrick's Paris getaway. Should I do that? Or just leave this chapter as it is?

Again, thank you very much for reading this chapter (the rest of my works if you do/did). Let me know if you have any requests or if there's something that I should improve on. Have a day!