Summers on its deathbed - Brendon Urie x female reader

Break in

-strong language-
-mention of minor characters death+car crash-

I sat on the plush, black velvet sofa and sighed. Maria had died two years ago, and I thought I was getting over it. "I'm getting over it slowly..." I whispered. Brendon looked up at me. "You are? So am I, I guess... I was in therapy for a while, but I'm the happiest I've been for a while! I've finally started performing again!" He smiled. I grinned back, I'm also the happiest I've been for a while- Maria would have wanted me to be happy. "I'm surprised we haven't met before today! Especially if we have so many people in our lives that link us!" Brendon laughed. His laugh was clear and sweet, it was an honest laugh- you could tell he was genuinely laughing. My heart fluttered a little. I was confused why, this was the first time I met him, I had a boyfriend, what? His voice broke my racing thoughts. "Should I take you to your room? He asked politely" I blinked a few times and nodded. We stood up and I followed him towards a huge room. It was a minimalist room, containing a huge bed, a chest of drawers, a mirror, a dressing table and two bedside tables. Opposite the bed was a huge window, looking over the city. "Thanks Brendon, for everything..." I started, but he interrupted me. "Don't sweat it," he purred "stay anytime" he patted me on the head. He left the room and I crawled into the sheets and rested my head on the impossibly soft pillow. I fell asleep almost immediately.
A large crash and the sound of two men yelling woke me up. What? Where was I? What was that sound? I shook myself awake. I was in Brendon's apartment, I knew that, but what was that sound? I jumped out of the bed and ran to the living room where I could see Brendon and a man fighting. That man was... Ryan?! "WHAT THE FUCK RYAN?!" I screamed. "Ah! Y/n! Sorry to wake you!" Brendon waved, with Ryan in a headlock. "Get the FUCK off me NOW, Urie!" Ryan cursed. "He seems to have broken in, y/n, I'm sorry" Brendon yelped, Ryan wiggling out of his grasp and elbowing him in the stomach. "What can I do, Brendon? please- I'm scared- Ryan get out" I collapsed on the floor in tears. Ryan punched Brendon in the face, screaming at him. I wanted it all to be over, I didn't intend to get myself into this mess- I almost didn't hear Brendon's bodyguards push the door open and drag Ryan out of the apartment. "I'll get revenge on you someday Brendon- fuck you-"
"Brendon what happened" I whispered. He sighed and whipped some blood of his face, from where Ryan had punched him. "He broke in- I couldn't tell you why- I'm sorry, y/n, I'm sorry to worry you" he looked into my eyes. I blushed and looked away. "It's okay, I'm just scared. Really scared" he looked at he with sympathy in his eyes. He truly was sorry, and concerned over how scared I was. "Someone broke into my house when I was nine, I've always been scared of break ins since then, it's my greatest fear..." I frowned. He looked at me sadly. "Hey y/n, if you're so scared do you want to sleep in with me tonight?! Only for tonight! But I just... want to keep you safe..." he blurted out. Sleep.. in...with... Brendon?!?

Hey guys! Once again, sorry for how long it's taken to update- I've been so busy hahah. I hope you enjoyed this part- I'm way too excited to write the next part! -an LA Devotee