❌ Devil's Weakness|| B.U. ❌ {EDITING}

I Meet Brendon Urie

It felt like the world was spinning and my vision still was a little foggy, as I felt two sets of arms pull me up by mine. The crowd around me was staring and whispering to people next to them.

I was set back up on my feet and I looked to see who had pulled me up. Two huge bodyguards stood over me.

I looked up at the stage to see Brendon was looking right at me, a look of relief on his face. I argued with myself, trying to distinguish if this was all a dream or not. Whether it was a dream Brendon or the real one, he then very quickly ran off the stage. Either way I thought that was the end of it, that I would never see my idol in real life ever again. My brief stay in heaven was thought to be over, and my spirits were crushed back down to their usual gloomy state.

One of the bodyguards proceeded to pick me up off my feet, and start carrying me. My head still spun, and the drowsiness had set in. I felt each one of their steps, and as they walked with a steady pace, it was very calming. I could have fallen asleep right then and there, but for whatever reason I didn't. I watched as we passed the stage, and through a metal gate barricade.

I was set down on a foldable table. A younger looking guy came up to me. I assumed he was a medic.

"What do we got here?"

Then I heard an all too familiar voice from my side. I really thought I was truly dreaming at this point, that I had passed out in the crowd and my brain was teasing me with this fantasy. "She fell or passed out or-"

"A little of both." I interrupted, looking at the ground. I just interrupted Brendon Urie. Somebody kill me now.

The medic went on to talk about something, but I couldn't bring myself to focus on that. My mind was racing, I was struggling to keep up with my thoughts, and I could feel Brendon's eyes on me.

"You were in the mosh pit right?" The medic asked.

"Yes." I couldn't help but laugh slightly, not only at the fact that he could tell I was in the mosh pit, but that my selective hearing was on point.

"Well you look okay, you might get a few bruises on your back, but there should be nothing more. All you may need is some ice if you really think it's needed..."

"No, no I wasn't the one who decided I come. I actually didn't know where they were taking me..."

Once again Brendon spoke, and yet again I found I couldn't bring myself to look to him. I was such a wreck. "Yeah that would be my fault. Sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were okay." I felt my heart skip a beat. Stop it. You know nothing will ever happen.

"Oh no, it's fine." I wanted to say something more, but I was at a loss for words. I could feel my hands start shake from my nervousness.

The medic left, and the bodyguards had disappeared to go stand watch. That just left me and Brendon, who still hadn't gone. Then he did something that not only made my heart skip a beat, but practically not beat at all; he sat next to me. I was surprised that he had stayed in the first place, but this, I couldn't even begin to process what was happening.

"You are the reason I perform." I couldn't have turned my neck toward him any faster, without hurting it. He was looking at the ground.

"Huh?"

"I meant ya know your type of fan... The ones who will suffer just to see our performance."  

In my head I wanted to think he was saying this just to cover up what he said at first. That he really meant to say just that. Me and my imagination sometimes...

"Oh... Well it's my first concert and I've been wanting to see you ever since I first heard you, when I was fifteen. I wasn't going to let it go to waste." I said, trying to ignore the pounding in my chest.

I finally looked to him, and he looked right into my eyes. His brown ones were all too familiar. My heartbeat slowed, he was calming me down once again, only difference is that he wasn't a picture, or a music video. He was sitting next to me and looking into my eyes, like I had always done to him through a screen.

Buzz.

Damn.

I pulled out my phone. It was F/N. Her timing couldn't have been worse.

I stood up from the table. "It's my friend. We got separated and she's my ride. I'm so sorry, but I have to go." I had never been more mad at her. This was Brendon fucking Urie. "Thanks though for...caring." I said, out of lack for a better way to describe it.

I clicked the answer button, putting the phone up to my ear, but only for a second, because Brendon put his hand on mine and guided it away.

He spoke very sweetly and calmly. "Tell her you got a ride. My tour bus isn't tight on space now is it?" I felt my head spin, but my heartbeat felt normal. I was calm, and yet I had no idea why.

He guided the phone back up to my ear. "Yeah, F/N I'm here. Look, I've got a ride. I'll tell you more later, I've gotta go. Bye." I said quickly, making sure she couldn't have me stop and explain.

I put the phone in my pocket, and looked at Brendon. There was a goofy smile on his face.

I smiled back. "What?"

"Nothing you could see." He said.

I was confused.

"Perspective. You wouldn't see things how I do. You wouldn't see you, how I do."

My smile grew and I looked to the ground, but Brendon just put his hand to my chin, guiding my eyes to his own. His hand moved from below my chin to my neck. His face was about an inch from mine. He was adorable, and perfect, meanwhile I was sitting there wondering why he would ever pay attention to me.

His lips brushed mine but only that, as if that was a test, or he was asking for my permission. Out of slits in my eyes that I opened just enough to see, I saw his eyes were still closed. I put my arms around his neck, and pulled him into a full kiss.