exceptonmidnightslikethis

[exceptonmidnightslikethis]

The Last Of The Real Ones

Summary: This was supposed to be a song fic based on the song of FOB, but i decided to not include most of the lyrics. And Y/N is the wife of Patrick Stump just because i have a major crush on him since i can remember.

Genre: Drabble / Fluff / Angst

Notes: Please take it easy, this is my first fic.

Patrick was used to be alone. He said to his friends once that he felt like an only child of the universe basically, not because he was indeed an only child. In fact, he had a brother and a sister. But he never connected with them. Or to anyone, really. Most of his songs he usually wrote alone for the same reason. People just didn’t seem to understand him in a deep level. Well, that until he met y/n. She was in most of his classes in high school and was the one to tell him that he had the most beautiful voice she ever heard sing. That alone was enough to make him put aside his fears of stage and be more out there. Not long after, Patrick met the other guys and formed Fall Out Boy.

Y/N on the other hand went on with her life. He thought he was never going to see her again after graduation because she went to another country to College. But life likes to play with us. That’s was going into y/n mind when she stepped out of her friend’s office and bumped into Patrick, her old crush that she hadn’t seen in what? Almost eleven years? Must have been something like that. His childish smile was the same, though. And noticing that, she almost dropped the terapist indication her friend had just giving her. She was back in town but, as friends couldn’t be eachothers patients, she had to just trust that the indication would be just as good.

Patrick’s name was being called but you manage to give him a smile and a quick hi before he disappeared into the doors you had just come out of. There was approximately one million things running into his mind at that time, but somehow he managed to whisper an “I missed you” before going in. Those three words turned you head upside down, of course. You had been friends, but that was eleven years ago and long before he had become a musical sensation. And you would never want to look like a groupie, but truth be told, you just loved his songs.

The words that he said kept spinning around your head until you texted your friend at the end of the day. Yes, he was one of her patients. And no, she couldn’t give you his number, but of course you knew that. What you didn’t knew, on the other hand, was that he had asked her for the same thing in her office. And she was your friend, not your terapist, what meant that yes, she had given your number to him. But you’d only find that out later in the night, when he texted you from an unknown number.

“Y/n y/l/n? Same from music, literature, science and a great number of other classes from high school that i can’t remember right now? This is Pat. Save this number, but please don’t share it. Was good seeing you today again.”

 You quickly responded. “Yeah, Patrick, this is y/n. And of course i won’t share it.. you’re like a rockstar now, right? Probably every single girl in the planet wants this number lol. I’m not crazy enough to even say that i have it out loud. People could, i don’t know, steal my phone or something just for this info.”

On the other side of the screen Patrick laughed at your answer. He had just finished a show and was eating with the boys when he decided to text you. Pete was trying to look at his phone now while Andy and Joe were on their on conversation. “Oh, that could be really dangerous, you know. But only if i give you Pete’s number. Then you’re doomed. Lol” You made a funny face while reading it. You remembered how insecure Patrick used to be in high school, but he couldn’t be like that anymore and also be all Michael Jackson in stage, right?

Still, you felt compeled to reply. “Oh, we shouldn’t let this happen then. Especially ‘cause, all do respect to Pete, he doesn’t have my favorite voice in the whole world, you know. And, tell me again, why are we texting and not at a call when i could be hearing that voice?” You bite your lip as you hit send. He takes his time and, for a minute, you think you ruined the whole thing. After all, it could be only friends reconnecting. But something inside you said that it was now or never.

Your face brightens when you see his face on the screen of your phone and answers the call. “Hey Pat.” You say. He can feel the smile in your voice.  “Hey Y/N. Good to know i’m still your favorite singer.” You laugh nervously and replies. “What can I say.. I’m a sucker for a high lyric tenor like you.” He laughs and you can say for sure that he’s blushing. You remembered his vocal type in music class. “Tell me, Pat.. when will i get to see those beautiful blue eyes again? It’s been a long time.” You let the question linger. He doesn’t think much before he answer you. “Well, you seen them today as i recall, but i’m available whenever you are. In fact, what are you doing now?” You can’t help but laugh when you hear his answer. Things with Patrick was Always easy to you. Although no one around could understand how the two of you got along so well.

“Hm.. nothing, i think. It’s past one a.m.. What’s on your mind?” You asked. It took him a while to answer this time. “Would you mind if i visit? I mean.. now.” You think for only a second before answering. “No, not at all. I’ll text you the address. Just.. come alone, please. Nothing against the boys, of course, but we don’t want a commotion happening in my building right now. Will be hard enough to have you comming in without anyone disturbing you.” He laughs before responding. “Okay. I’ll see you in a few.” He wasn’t planning on sharing you with them anyway. At least not until he knew what he was dying to know since high school.

He texted you from the front door and you came to lead him inside. Thank goodness it was late, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to take him to your apartment with peace and quiet around both of you. He smiled at you with his hands in his pockets once you were both in your living room. “Oh, geez. I guess i should say this, just to make it clear, Pat. I don’t usually take guys to my apartment at this hour.” You smiled nervously and so did he. “I know you, Y/N. I know.” The time could have passed, but for him you were still the same beautiful girl. Woman now, he guess. But still, the same pure heart. The same real person.. the only who seemed to understand him and also drain all the fears from him. Next to you he felt like superman.

“So.. do you want something to drink?” You asks, mouth suddenly dry. “I’ll take a glass of water.” You served you both a generous glass of water and, a second later, dranked yours all in one huge gulp. He almost choked as he started laughing at you. He couldn’t tell why all of the sudden you were the one so nervous while he was chill. “Calm down, Y/N. I’m not going to bite.” He says, trying to help you let go of your nerves. “I wish you would. Then I could make sure you’re the same Pat from high school.” You responded. A second later you regretted saying realizing what it could sound like. But in the end you knew you meant it. The kisses both of you shared on the prom at high school was probably the best you’ve ever had, even though the bite he left on your neck got you in trouble for weeks.

Listening to this, he got closer. “Are you sure? I mean, i could.” The laugh was deeper this time. Sexier. “You know what i meant. Oh, god. My new therapist is totally screwed. I just scheduled a session with him and now all of this happen.” You blurted out. “Don’t worry, i won’t mention who exactly you are. I don’t mean to get you in trouble or something. Is just that.. all this.. is being unsolved for awhile now.” He laughs and you can’t help but laugh with him. “Oh, wait. I thought only my therapist knew all about you. And i mean literally all since i discovered today that she’s being your best friend since you’ve been roomates in college.” You hit your forehead with your hand. “I hope she didn’t tell you anything embarassing.” He smiled. “What if she did?” You came closer to him. “Then you would have to remind me to kill her.” His smile became larger. “Is it really that bad?” You shook your head. He wasn’t getting any more info then she already told him. “Well, if it helps, i can tell you why she gave me your number today.”

“I’m listening.” You reply as he gets even closer. At this point you could feel eachother’s breath. His smelled like mint, as always. “I told her how i’ve been head over heels for you since basically freshman year.” He had a straight face on now. No kidding. He was assuming his love for you. And it wasn’t even a dream. “And how I haven’t heard of this sooner?” You asked. “I meant to tell you the day after prom, but you had already moved.” He aswer quickly enough for you to know that it’s not a lie. “Well, Mr. Stump, that’s a shame. It could have saved us.. about eleven years. Since i’ve been in love with you too.” His beautiful blue eyes came closer to yours and you could even see the amazing yellow rings around the pupils that made his eyes so unique. You’d always draw them when you were distracted. “No. Fucking. Way.” He was so close your lips were almost touching. “Oh, now my new therapist will most certainly have to hear about you, Pat.” When you finished the sentence he closed the distance between your lips and you finally kissed.

It tasted exactly like eleven years before, but somehow better.

That’s probably why you never let him go again. And all that therapist talk got him inspired to do a song about you and how he wasn’t alone anymore.

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