Save Me Because I Can't Save Myself (Patrick Stump)

Chapter 33

By the time we get back at the hotel, Patrick has ran out of things to talk about. "What time is the flight" I ask, needing to know how long I have to get ready. "2 hours, we need to leave in 20 or so" Patrick says. Well that's not that long.

I quickly grab new, not sweaty and gross clothes and walk to the bathroom and close the door. I glance at my body as I'm undressing and sigh. Scars, but no new marks. That means I'm getting better, right?

I wonder how Patrick is going, we haven't really had a conversation about that in a while as they've been busy trying to sort out stuff for the tour. None of it really involves me as I just do as I'm said and don't complain. Why would someone complain when they're in my situation?

I quickly wash my hair after wasting most of my time enjoying the feeling of the water flowing over me. Once that's done, I quickly dry myself and get changed into a comfy knit jersey and tights. The flight from Las Vegas to Chicago is only around 3 hours and a half but I want to be comfortable and warm the whole time. At least we'll all be tired from the concert and will probably sleep the whole flight.

"Ready?" Patrick asks as soon as I step out of the bathroom. I nod. "Better head over to Pete's before he complains about us taking so long" He adds before grabbing his bags and one of mine.

We silently walk over to Pete's, were both probably tired as heck. It's currently 8 at night, which usually isn't late at all, but after a concert, it feels like midnight.

Once everyone is rounded up and ready we jump into the tour busses and go to return them as there is no need for them in the last 2 states. Considering we're staying at Patrick's in Chicago and Brendon's in Los Angeles.

By the time arrive at the airport, we're all ready to sleep. But our flight doesn't board for another 30 minutes or more. We all find a comfortable spot somewhere close to our gate and set an alarm so we don't actually miss our flight.

I rest my head on Patrick's shoulder and fall asleep in minutes. Well I must be tired.

Patrick's POV
As soon as Anna rests her head on my shoulder she falls asleep. I guess she's not used to having to perform and travel like we are, but we have had many years of practice. I sigh and get out my phone to take a photo of her, she's just to adorable when she sleeps.

I decide not to sleep just yet, just to make sure we do actually wake up on time. Since Brendon, Anna, Pete, Andy, Joe, Dan and Kenny are all asleep. So basically everyone except Dallon and I. He sits quietly next to me with Brendon sitting in the same position that Anna is on me.

Brendon moves over in his sleep, nearly punching Dallon in the face. I smile and he laughs. "He's like this all the time" Dallon says smiling down at Brendon. "So how's Anna?" Dallon asks, like maybe he knows something that I don't. "She's getting better slowly, I guess" I say, which is true. She just sometimes wants be to be alone, but who doesn't?

"And you two are fine?" He asks curiously. "Yeah, everything's normal?" I say sounding slightly confused at why he's asking. "Whys that?" I add, my curiosity getting the best of me. "Oh just something Anna said" He says like its nothing. "What did she say?" I ask confused about what Anna could of said to Dallon about us. "She was starting to think that you were loosing interest in you, because you would do 'stuff' with her" He says awkwardly explaining what Anna said.

Could that be why she's been quieter than normal and wanting to be alone? I have been not wanting to do anything because I don't want her to feel like I was taking an advantage of the way that she had been feeling.

Before I can even ask if Anna had said anything else about us, my alarm goes off. Signalling that we would be boarding soon and I should probably wake everyone up.

Anna's POV
I shift from Patrick's shoulder once I hear that stupid alarm. It's now like 9 and we should be boarding. I just want to go back to sleep.

I grumpily put my glasses on and walk over to get our tickets and passports checked. I fake a smile as they ask for my stuff. I'm usually not a very happy person once I've been woken up.

I stomp my way onto the plane and find my seat next to Patrick and Pete. If Pete even tries to talk to me, I will murder him. I'm not in the mood for Pete to annoy me the whole flight.

"Go back to sleep" Patrick whispers to me once I get sorted. "Night" I say not even arguing with him. He replies with a 'night' and kisses me lightly. I kiss back, even if I'm in a sleepy mood, I still want his kisses.

Within 5 minutes, I'm back to sleep.

*Time Skip*

The next time I'm woken, is by Patrick. "Sorry, we're just landing soon" He says awkwardly, knowing how I am once I've been woken. "What time is it?" I ask, my voice sounding rough and weird. "Around 12:30" He replies after looking at his phone.

"Can I go back to sleep" I complain. "Once we get back to my house" Patrick replies kissing me again. What's with him kissing me so much? I think about asking what's up, but it's too early and my brain isn't functioning properly.

Patrick basically carries me out of the airport and into a taxi. Everyone looks as tired as I do. Luckily there isn't another concert for a few days, giving us time to recover from all the flying and changing of time zones.

Finally we arrive at Patrick's. Everyone sighs, just wanting to get some proper sleep without being disturbed.

I yawn and drop my bags in front of the door, as does everyone. Saying they'll sort everything out in the morning. Patrick shows everyone where they're sleeping and then carries me upstairs.

"Paaaaatrick" I groan when he picks me up. "Whaaat" He whines back, trying to intimidate my voice. "Don't drop me" I pout. I don't like being picked up but I'm to tired and lazy to walk, so I just deal with it.

Once he places me in bed, not bothering to let me get changed since I was only in tights. I simply just take off my knit jersey while Patrick gets out of his jeans.

I nearly fall asleep again, until Patrick pulls the blankets around me and snuggles into me. "I love you" He whispers before kissing my forehead.

"I love you too" I whisper back even quieter, not even sure if he actually heard me.

Patrick smiles and turns off his bedside lamp. His arms wrapped around my waist and my face buried into his chest.

I could definitely get used to this

(A/N- Happy Birthday to me! Also over 850 views, yay!!).