{A/N: O.M.F.G.. I just tried reading my past imagines. And I meant the VERY first ones. They are cringy af! Kms. But, hey! There's always a room for improvements. Sooo, here's the part 2! The last part would probably be up as well. Dunno whether it'll be good HAHA! I'll leave it to you fellas. Also, I'm kinda feeling down coz ATL's coming to our country and I got no money. AGAIN. This is the second time I'm going to miss an awesome show! I just can't *cries real hard*. Now, on with the story. *sniffles*}

| Y/N's POV |

"But, you honestly don't have to! I mean, I really don't want to be a burden or something-" Okay. I definitely have to cut him off now.

"Look. It's okay, Mr. Stump. I won't mind helping you! Besides, who am I to neglect my ultimate crush?" I said that genuinely and certainly in a calm state. Until..

"I am?" He was full on blushing, while adjusting his glasses. Obviously shy. What the heck did I just say?! Someone remind me!

"Excuse me?" I asked, trying to be less rude. I felt my heart thundering inside me, beating ridiculously fast. I knew I said something really stupid! I just can't seem to remember! Before he could say another word, which I was very thankful for, I finally remembered! And it hits me real hard. Oh my God.

"Uhm.. Y-yeah. I meant that. But, please don't be weirded out! I'm so sorry! I wasn't careful with my words and I- I'll understand if you'd want to lea-"

I was cut off by arms immediately wrapping around me. Squeezing me tightly. For ordinary people, they would've felt nothing. But I did. And it was genuine.

I didn't even realize he had come near me without a single bit of hesitance and hugged me. It felt amazing. He was squeezing me with so much comfort that I never wanted to let go. Yes, I loved it. And I'm absolutely aware that it looked like I was hugging nothing but thin air!

Surely people would've thought I was literally insane.

But, why'd he do it?

We just met, and I know he wouldn't want me that way. Every girl would feel this way! Right? And what am I supposed to do and say once he pulls apart?! Eventually, he does. And once he did, his eyes burned with sincerity as he spoke..

"You know, it's funny how I was the one who was nervous to talk to you just minutes ago. But, it turned out that.. what you've just told me about how you truly feel, oddly had given me a huge amount of relief. I've been observing you since I got here. I wanted to try asking you for help immediately and leave as soon as I can. But then, you stopped me. I'm not yet sure what it is that had stop me. I didn't want to freak you out. Though, I really need your help. And I'd like to know you more.."

Once he finished talking, I was stunned. What is it about me that stopped him? I'm just (Y/N). And I don't see anything that's interesting about me. Well, except the fact that I could see and talk to ghosts. He was still staring at me and I know I was too. My cheeks were burning like hell! I knew I had to say something. Speak up, (Y/N)!

He started giggling. Wait what? Did I already say something stupid again? Oh no-

"I actually forgot to ask your name! How careless of me! So uhm.. If it's not too late.. What's your name, princess?" He was burning red again, scratching the back of his neck in humiliation. I thought it was cute, though. I think everything he does is cute! Nevertheless, I finally smiled from ear to ear and said,

"My name's (Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Stump! I'm a HUGE fan. And am very flattered about what you've just said." I can't help but let out a quiet giggle too. At least it wasn't as awkward as a while ago. And I'd finally found my voice. To my surprise, he suddenly frowned a bit, but was immediately replaced by a huge smirk plastering across his beautiful face. Thank goodness. I was just about to panic(!).

"Actually, it's not illegal if you called me Patrick. Hearing "Mr." makes me feel old." He also flashed an adorable pout! That irresistible pout of his.

"Also.. I feel the same thing regarding what you've just admitted to me, sweetheart." He continued, looking down as I assumed his cheeks were turning pinkish again. Well, so were mine! I cleared my throat and eventually decided on asking him about what he wanted my help for.

"So.. About what you really came here for-"

"Before that, I don't want you to think that the reason why I'm being nice to you right now is because I need your help. Each and every word I said is true, (Y/N).." He muttered. H-he really l-likes me?

"I know." I breathed out. I trust him. He and the rest of the band have been my idols for quite some time now. And I've grown knowing them better. Especially this guy. The guy I deeply have a crush on. It's just.. Isn't this too good to be true? I felt something cold brush against my left cheek. Only to realize it was his soft calming right hand gently rubbing against the pale skin of my warm blushing cheek. I leaned in, tilting my head as if the touch of his hand was magnetizing. I gently fluttered my eyes closed, surprisingly calmed by his simple touch. Barnacles, (Y/N)! Keep it together. I heard him sigh and with the tone of pure hope, he mumbled..

"You're so beautiful. I need the guys to meet you someday. I have to find them. Soon."

That's it! Wait my cheeks are burning again. But, that's it! He wants me to help him find the three fourths of Fall Out Boy! I just realized something and can't help but to chuckle. He noticed and furrowed his brows in curiosity, as he slowly drops his arm and asked.

"What's so funny, princess?" I burst out into fists(?) of laughter, as I held onto my stomach after I'd realize I've had too much fun. Finally, I had gain my composure and spoke, almost out of breath.

"I'm sorry, Pattycakes! It's just that, I'd come to realize something." I was still giggling, my words barely understandable, but I had to continue before he dies from curiosity!

"If you were with the guys minutes ago, and you found your way here.. Then, you must be lost and was looking for someone to direct you back. Am I right?" He slowly nodded his head and looked down, embarrassed. I giggled not because of his mistake, but because of his cuteness. I reached for his hand. Trying to hold onto it even if it's just thin air. He turned his head to it, watching the fingers that were miraculously entwined.

"Let's go get you to your friends now, Tricky."

He hesitated at first, but then I looked into his eyes and forced him that I insisted to help. Even if this was the last time I'd ever get to see him after he sees his friends again. But when he squeezed my hand as we left, it proved me otherwise.

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So, apparently, I had to ditch work in order to help this cute guy walking beside me. I actually didn't mind. Although, I knew I had to make out a reasonable excuse for that tomorrow. It was already pitch black outside. Except for the city lights that lit up our way. I tried not to overreact with every story Patrick tells me. All of them were lovely. We've known more about each other now. But if I do overreact, people would think I'm insane. Maybe I was, but I wouldn't want people seeing me that way! But it didn't take long before I blew it.

"I remembered one time, Pete actually showed us his dick! That was the time that we wouldn't even dare to stop teasing him about the 'dick pic' issue. And we all literally exclaimed 'it's not a bad dick!' Heck, I think even the neighbors heard us!"

And that's when I lost it! I started laughing my butt out. People walking past us started looking at me as if I've gone mad! If I were on their spot, no doubt, I would've done the same. Luckily, we were already in front of the hospital! I think Patrick took notice of the people giving me weird glances, so he tried his best to get my attention. And when he did, he gestured for the main entrance of the hospital. I took a quick look around me, too worried that a lot may have seen that scenario. When I finished, I ran my way inside as Patrick followed shortly.

He also told me his room number, so I didn't have to bother asking the receptionist. When I got to his room, nurses and doctors were nowhere to be seen. But I am sure that three figures will soon be in front of me once I knock on his door.

What if the guys get too shocked and think that I'm an overly obsessed fan who found their location and is trying to kidnap either one of them?! I mean, yeah I could. But I definitely wouldn't! What if-

"You know, the door's not gonna place a knock on itself." I turned to see Patrick smiling encouragingly at me. He also had his hand on my shoulder sending the chill by my skin again. I nodded and smiled back. I turned towards the door again and finally knocked. I was hesitant, but I knew Patrick was just behind me, supporting. The door opened wide, revealing three men standing with pizzas on their hands and their mouths filled with it. Sooner or later, one of them spoke up. Pete Wentz.

"Can we help you?"

I felt both of Patrick's hands on my shoulders now. Indicating that he was, in fact, behind me. And that he was ready to introduce me to his friends. Well, introduce myself that is.

I was taken aback by his next actions, because I suddenly felt something cold on my cheek. This time, it wasn't his soft hands, but it was his soft lips! He placed a lingering kiss there. His kiss felt cold of course, but it was immediately dampened by the warmness building up as I felt the blush crawling up my cheek again. Patrick Stump just frigging kissed me! Shooottt!

Also.. Freaking Fall Out Boy is surrounding me! What do I say?!

"Uhm.. Y-your friend, P-Patrick's behind me."

Really, (Y/N)?!

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{A/N: Well, that was sort of long! And boring? I apologize if it was! Probably the last part's next. Not sure how it continues, but just be prepared! It might not be that long, but at least this was a little longer? So sorry your last line here had to suck! I didn't know what you guys could've said. But in the next part, you'll eventually explain yourself properly. Hope you guys enjoyed! Thnks fr rdng! Love y'all! 👽}