Imagine #1: Mr. Benzedrine

{I dedicate this first imagine to the wonderful Fedoragirl who made the cover art for this book and being a solid reader. Thank you so much! Hope you all enjoy!}

*Y/N's P.O.V.*

I shouldn't be pulling up an all nighter right now, but I really need to finish up this music project I'm doing tonight because I'll be seeing Fall Out Boy live tomorrow night and I just need to get these things done before the concert comes. I need to clear out everything for that concert!

I currently have two music projects right now and I just finished the written one. It has something to do with music history and I was satisfied with my essay already so I decided to cross out that task. It was a bit late and I'm really feeling sleepy, but I need to wake myself up so I just decided to bring all my gadgets and drive to the nearest coffee shop and stay there to work.

I ordered the largest coffee I can get and found a spot on this long table. I needed to stay there because the power sockets were near that place. Thankfully, since it's already 2 in the morning, there are not many people inside the shop...at least now I know I can focus on my work.

I put on my headphones and began to continue my project. I was working on this original song and being not able to play the instruments, this GarageBand app has really helped me create a solid song. I just need to do some finishing touches to it, before I can say that I'm satisfied with it.

I know the music is blasting off through my headphones, but I didn't care. I'm actually so focused on my work right now, only taking up sips of my coffee now and then. Halfway through my work, I noticed someone sat on the chair opposite to mine. I didn't look at him since I'm busy looking at my laptop, but I know he's a he. I have no idea why he would choose to sit there, besides the place is almost empty. Eh, maybe he needs the power socket too like I do.

I shrugged it off and continued to work and finally, I was done with my music and let it play so loud on my headphones. Actually, I might get deaf for doing this.

"Freaking finally." I murmured and stretched a bit. I took a sip of my coffee again before taking off my headphones.

"Nice song." I have no idea if I was just hallucinating because of lack of sleep, but I heard someone said that...maybe it's the guy that's sitting in front of me. He must have heard the song since it's too loud.

"Thanks," I said, finally gazing at him. And oh my god, I fucking knew that voice was too familiar to me.

Again, I have no idea if it's only the lack of sleep and too much caffeine, but Patrick Stump is in front of me.

I immediately felt my face burning. I HAVE LOVED AND BEEN INSPIRED BY THIS GUY SINCE I WAS A KID AND I'M SEEING HIM NOW THIS CLOSE. SOMEONE SEND HELP!

I wanted to speak more, to tell him how big of a fan I am, but no words came out of my mouth. I was just there...freaked out, face burning...and shit, asthma attack. 

Fuck!

I suddenly have a difficulty in breathing and I quickly looked into my bag to find my inhaler! Freak Freak Freak! This is so embarrassing, I'm having an asthma attack just for seeing him, wtf, Y/N! Keep yourself together.

"Holy smokes, I-I'm so sorry to freak you out like this!" he said so sweetly, looking worriedly at me. 

Fuck! I couldn't find my inhaler and seriously, I would faint in here right now.

"Here!" I have no idea how fast Patrick moved, but he went close to me while holding a paper bag and letting me breathe there. "C-calm down. D-don't worry, I don't bite," he said nervously while chuckling.

I pushed myself to calm down and after few seconds, I'm finally fine.

"Well, that was just embarrassing." I murmured weakly while laughing.

"No, god no. It was my fault, I just came in like that." Patrick said, sitting back on his seat. "I'm really sorry about that, I guess you're a fan of ours?" he asked. God, his voice is so gentle and sweet.

"Big fan," I said, I'm really trying not to get all excited again because I know it'll not end well. "Thank you for helping me, I really have weak lungs," I said and we both chuckled.

"Well, I could share mine," Patrick said that made me laugh. 

"I'm really a big fan, Patrick and I were just shocked when I saw that it was you. Sorry for making you panic." I told him. He just simply smiled at me, but I swear that smile could put me in a cardiac arrest right this instant.

"No problem! You're feeling all better now?" he asked worriedly.

"Yeah, except for my fangirl soul who's probably running around this place with her hands up in the air and making inhuman noises because I'm currently talking to my inspiration," I said and Patrick laughed loudly. God, that was an adorable laugh.

"You're really funny, and seriously talented too. I was hearing your music and I can see you using the GarageBand app, did you make that music?" he asked me and I simply nodded.

"Well, Patrick Stump says my music project is great...I guess I'll be getting an A+ here." I said while smiling so much. "Yeah, it's my song, I did it for a project but I've always wanted to create music," I explained to him and he was listening so attentively.

"That's amazing, you actually have the talent. That was just good," he said. "Can I listen to it again?" he asked and of course, I agreed. Soon, he was wearing my headphones and listening to my music and his fingers tapped on the table with the beat. "God, that was beautiful. And your vocals are perfect too!"

"S-seriously, stop. I might have an asthma attack again." I said, already feeling difficulty in breathing again and holding the paper bag in ready.

"Well, now I have to make sure that I have an inhaler or a paper with me everytime we're together," Patrick said with a chuckle and that was it, asthma attack again.

God! Who wouldn't have an asthma attack if your idol was thinking that you'll be together again!

I breathed in and out of the paper bag again, and god, this is really getting embarrassing.

"Told you it would happen again," I said almost out of breath. "Thank you for liking my song. It really means a lot, Patrick." I said.

"Pleasure is mine, Ms. --??"

"Oh, how rude of me, I'm Y/N. Pleasure to meet you, Patrick."

"Nice name, Y/N. Aren't you busy anymore? Mind if we talk more? Jet lag is killing me and I don't want to go back to the hotel yet and you're really wonderful to talk to." he said and I couldn't stop smiling widely.

"I would drop everything just to talk to you more, but really, I'm not busy anymore, I just finished that song you praised so much so I think I'm so satisfied with it," I answered.

I seriously have no idea how long we've talked, but all I know now is that the sun is setting! It was so interesting to talk to him and we never ran out of topic to talk about. He was really just like on the interviews, a dorky little guy who's laugh is so contagious. I swear I'll never forget this conversation.

"As much as I don't want to leave, but I have to go, Y/N. Thank you for the wonderful time!" Patrick said.

"You're saying thanks when in fact it should be me who's saying that!" I said to him. "I'll be there at your concert tonight, and I hope I won't get any asthma attack by then. Seriously, thank you." I told him and he smiled genuinely at me.

"Wel, I'll be expecting you by then!" Patrick said excitedly. "See you, I guess?"

"See you, Patrick. Good luck and thank you!" I said as he walked away. I'm seriously not going down from this Cloud9 for weeks!

I thought Patrick left the shop, but suddenly, he came back walking to me looking so shy while rubbing the back of his neck. He couldn't even look at me.

"Uhm, uh...Y/N...can I, like, g-get your number too...you know, if you want to meet after the concert. Well, if it's okay for you, I'm not really pushing you or anything!" he said and god, this dork is so cute!

I giggled and nodded at him, giving him my number.

"T-thank you, uh, I'll see you again!" he said and walked out of the shop.

And god, now I need that paper bag again because Patrick Stump just asked for my number! 

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*Patrick's P.O.V.*

"Where have you been all night, Stump? This is the first time you were missing in action!" Pete asked me the moment I got back in our hotel.

"I just went out to have coffee and ---

"For almost five hours? Yeah, riiiight." Joe teased me and they are looking at me suspiciously.

"Well, I met this girl and --

"Called it!" Andy suddenly shouted which made me jumped. I just laughed at my best friends.

"Will you listen first? I met a girl at the coffee shop and we talked in there for five hours. I'm serious, that's just it." I explained while chuckling.

"Aw, come on!" They all said altogether.

"But she's pretty amazing. She was making music and I heard it, it was really cool!" I said, I really couldn't get her out of my head now. "But, I got her number!" I blurt out excitedly.

"That's my man!" Pete said, patting me on my back.

Well, I myself felt accomplished too. Finally, this time I wasn't afraid to ask for the number of the girl I happen to like.

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"Sorry, everyone. I know we're all having fun but we're currently facing some technical difficulty which is being fixed right now. But for the mean time...story time with Patrick! Take it away, dude!" Pete said while we were in the middle of the concert and all I did was laugh.

"Why is it always me?!" I playfully said as I adjust the microphone and my band members went on the side stage to fix their guitars. "Well, I guess I have to keep talking. Hope you're all having fun!" I shouted and the audience cheered, it was quite a positive night.

"Well, I want to share a story with you and it just happened last night." I started and I can't believe I'm already smiling this widely. "Well, I went out to buy a coffee and I met this girl in the coffee shop. She's really an amazing and talented girl. She was making music with the GarageBand app and I happen to hear it. Actually, it was really good. But to be honest, that's not why I find this girl particularly cute. Well, you see, her first reaction when she saw me was really extraordinary...she had an asthma attack because maybe I shocked her, I didn't know she was a fan." I continued and the crowd seemed to like my story too.

"I look all sadistic now, yes, because I find her asthma attack cute which is weird anyway. But what I just meant was her reaction just shocked me in a way too. So after that, I helped her calmed down and we talked and talked and found out she was indeed an amazing girl and I know maybe it runs in this culture." I continued and the crowd cheered. I gazed to my friends and they gave me a thumbs up, looks like they fixed the issue now. "Anyways, I had a great night talking to her and again I found her really cute. She's in here somewhere too, and I dedicated this next song to her! 20 Dollar Nosebleed!" I said and with that, we began to perform again.

I really couldn't see her anywhere in the crowd, but I know she's in here somewhere. I just couldn't wait to meet up with her later.

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*Y/N's P.O.V.*

I'm getting a shoutout in their live show, is this even the real life?! I could die in here!

Luckily, my asthma decided to take a rest and I'm all good till the concert ended, but I think now's the time I would need an inhaler.

"Hurry backstage. I'll be waiting for you :)" Patrick texted me and I just blushed so much.

I made my way to the backstage and the security lets me in after I told them my name and soon enough I saw Patrick in there with Pete, Joe, and Andy.

"So, you're the girl. Nice to meet you!" Pete said and here I am again just staring at them.

"God, I hate my weak lungs," I said, feeling asthma coming again.

"Hey, calm down," Patrick said with a genuine smile and that honestly distracted me.

"Hope you had fun tonight, Y/N. I guess we should leave you both here now." Joe said as he smiled.

"I'm sure we'll be able to see you again soon," Andy said and the three guys walked away.

"You okay?" Patrick asked and I just nodded at him.

"Thank you, for all you said on that stage," I told him and he just shyly chuckled.

"Well, it's all true." He murmured and gosh, I'm a mess when I'm with this guy. "Oh! I have something for you!" He said excitedly.

Suddenly, he handed me an inhaler and oh no, this is not an ordinary inhaler. It has the Fall Out Boy's logo on it and was signed by Patrick himself.

"I'm not teasing you, I just think that it might be, you know, memorable," Patrick said shyly.

"No, it's honestly amazing! Thank you. You're really now saving me from my asthma attacks. I'm actually doing better now, but I'll always keep this, just in case." I told him enthusiastically and he chuckled.

"Well, from now on other than inhaler and paper bag, I'll be here to help you get through that asthma of yours." He said cutely and I giggled at him. "So call me Mr.Benzedrine." he murmured and I think my heart just exploded.

He's honestly becoming a benzedrine to me...An addictive drug that would help me breathe through all times.

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