Patrick Stump One Shots (Complete)

Chicago Rain

His bed was virtually on the floor. Just a box spring and a mattress.
I found this quite funny, in a sense. A) his mind and heart were so rich that it was preposterous his bank wasn't rich in the same way, and B) just then, in that very moment, I realized that bed frames are quite unnecessary, and that I could get by just fine by selling mine at my home and buying him that guitar he'd been obsessing over recently.

"Y/N," he breathed.

"Hmm?" I rested my head on his shoulder as he placed his arms around me.

"I love you. I love you so much."

I smiled against his skin and breathed in his scent.

"I love you as well, Patrick."

He let out a light chuckle and kissed my forehead.

I gently tugged on his arm, signaling him to lay down with me.

"You are so gorgeous, Y/N. I mean it. I swear on my life." He held me in his arms in that dark little apartment.

I blushed into his chest and kissed his neck. "Please don't leave me." I whispered.

"Never. Never ever."

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I woke up the next morning in a small, dark apartment next to a very, very attractive man.

"Good morning, beautiful."

I giggled and buried my head in the pillow.

He laughed and scooted closer to me.

"Good morning, Mr. Stump."

I moved to his chest and he put his arms around me.

"You know, Patrick," I smiled into his t-shirt. "You've got a real talent. You're gonna go far, kid."

He chuckled. "Kid? I'm older than you." He kissed my forehead and gave me a squeeze before suggesting coffee.

"Starbucks? I'm.... Not dressed..." I blushed.

He smirked at me. "Believe me, I know. Do you want some clothes?"

I nodded and he tossed me a t-shirt and my shorts, walking over to gently hand me my underwear from yesterday.

'Did he even notice them last night?' I though to myself.

I sighed and pulled the comforter over my hips, throwing on the t-shirt and my underwear.

'I hope not. He would leave me.'

We walked down the morning streets of Chicago, the aroma of breakfast and people filling the air around us. The sky was overcast and the climate was humid.

"I love you." He smiled at being able to show me of, his fingers intertwined matter-of-factly with mine.

"I love you, too." I giggled, standing up tall to kiss him on the cheek.

We stopped at a small coffee shop and grabbed two Mochas. I stirred the cream around with a small red stir stick and rested my head in my hand.

Patrick frowned at me. "Are you okay, Beautiful?"

I smiled up at him. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." I sighed and stood up. "You know, Patrick, thank you for the coffee, but I really should be getting home."

He stood up to walk me to my apartment, but I was already up and gone, running down the street as tears blurred my vision.

I had left him there, no explanation.

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{Patrick's POV}

I stood there staring at the glass doors in the small café. Her coffee laid spilled on the tile floor. She had left without even putting on her small pea coat, and the rain would be soaking her by now. People at surrounding tables gave me sympathetic glances.

The barista came over to me and said our drinks were on the house.

"That's alright, man, I've got it." I responded, digging around in my pocket for my wallet.

"No, no, sir, it's fine, really. Just a word of advice, if I may?" He responded.

I nodded. "Sure."

"Next time, check her wrists." He paused and explained himself. "The sleeve of her coat came up slightly when she reached for her cup. She had cuts, fresh, at that."

My mouth fell agape as everything began to come together. She didn't want to hurt me, so she left.

I turned around and ran down the sidewalk as fast as I could in the direction of her little apartment.

"Y/N!" I called out, knowing she was too far away to hear me. "Y/N! Stop!"

The Chicago rains continued to pour over the seas of cookie-cutter people lining the sidewalks as I continued to chase her. She was already at the fourth floor of her building (heading to the roof) when I reached the doors.

"Y/N! Please, stop! I love you!" I double-timed it up the flights of metal stairs. She was already on the roof.

When I got to the wet puddles of the uppermost floor, she was sitting on the edge of the building, feet hanging over the city, smoking a cigarette.

I approached her cautiously, for if I didn't, she could get startled and fall off.

"H-Hey, Y/N."

She glanced over at me. Her breath got caught in her throat. "...Patrick?" She whispered. "What're you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?"

She looked down and I realized that the water on her cheeks was not from the sky.

"Please, stay. Stay for me. Stay for us. I know we haven't been together for long, if you'd even call us a couple, but I honestly do love you and I want us to be together. Please, don't do it. Come over here, out of the rain, baby." I reached out my arms.

She slowly swung her legs back over the edge, wobbling. I just about shouted, thinking she was going to fall. She caught herself, just in time, and stood up, walking over to me.

"I will make you feel worth it. I will make you feel beautiful, you've just got to let me in." I choked on my words and felt tears welt up in my throat.

She was crying again when she ran into my arms, knocking the both of us on to the flat, wet cement roof.

"I love you, Patrick, I love you so much."

I put her pea coat on her small frame and picked her up, carrying her to her apartment where I tried to make her feel as beautiful as she truly was.

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(A/N: Oops sorry I haven't updated in like 5ever)