Julie and the phantoms visuals, imagines and preferences

•Stalker // Julie•

"I think it's through here." I say, as I turn into a corridor, hoping to find our way to the pit.

"It doesn't look like it is. Please don't let us get murdered." Y/f says, clinging onto my arm as we walk past dozens of doors.

Suddenly we hear a high pitched scream coming from a few meters in front of us, making us stop dead in our tracks. We watch on as one of the boys from the band we were here to see, falls backwards onto his ass, laughing as he goes down. Reggie's head instantly snaps toward us when he realizes we're there. His eyes widen in fear as he runs back into the room he fell out of.

Y/f and I look at each other, extremely confused by what just happened, but also the excitement settles in over the fact that we just saw one of the guys.

All f three boys pop their heads out the door, looking at us worryingly, as we stand frozen over the eyes that stare us down.

"Uh, you aren't supposed to be here." Alex says, making sure he appears tough, so we get too scared to pounce.

"I guessed that." I say loud enough for them to hear. My response earns a snort out of Julie, making my heart beat even faster when I realized she was looking at me.

"So, are you gonna leave?" Alex was trying not to be rude, but it was clear that he was slightly freaked out.

"We would, but seeing as we ended up here, when looking for the pit entrance, I don't think we should be wondering around." I explain, making the boys relax over the fact that we weren't deliberately looking for them.

"Do you wanna wait with us?" Luke says, giving Y/f a smile.

"Yes." Y/f answers and jumps forward, toward the boys before I can decline.

We walk into what appears to be their dressing room, and instantly we notice the mound of candy piled onto the table on the far right side of the room.

"You can have some of you want, there's plenty to go around." Reggie says as he puts his hand on my back, leading me toward the table, making me smile.

"Why do you need so much anyway?" I pick up one of the bags of m&m's and tear it open, before grabbing a few and popping them in my mouth.

"We're growing boys you know, don't hate the player hate the game." He smirks, knowing his somewhat flirting was only teasing.

"That was beyond lame." I say, giving a giggle as he chuckles at my honesty. As Reggie and I fall into a comfortable silence, I peer around the room, finding Y/f chatting her life away with luke, Alex and Flynn playing a round of ping pong, and Julie looking at me dead in the eye while sitting on one of the couches. Her harsh gaze makes me look away immediately, knowing that accepting the offer to join them in here was probably a mistake. I look to Reggie, who seems quite content with the massive mound of candy, and decide to start a conversation with him, hoping to forget about the intense death stare that was currently being thrown at me.

Suddenly a loud voice booms in through the speakers, informing the guys that they're on in 20 minutes.

"I think it would be best if we got going." I tell Reggie, who's face instantly drops.

"Yeah we should, we still wanna watch you guys!" Y/f squeals.

"But you'll be nowhere near the front of you go now." Alex remarks. He seems to think for a minute before coming up with his idea. "Just come backstage with us. We can easily get you passes, and you'll skip the big crowds."

I look at y/n hoping to earn a response from her before deciding, and her face said it all. I look toward Alex, and give a brief nod, making all the boys shout.

"Now I hate to be rude, but we have to change, so if you'll step outside for a few minutes that would be awesome." Luke points to the door. "Unless you want a show." He winks at Y/f, making me widen my eyes in shock. I quickly grab Y/f and pull her out the room, leaving 3 giggly boys and a still angry looking Julie to get changed.

When the boys were done, they walked out the room and dragged Y/f and I toward the stage, making sure to grab us some passes on the way there.

We all spoke for a while, until the boys finally got onto the stage and performed as if their lives depended on it.

•

The guys had invited us back to their dressing room after the show, as they celebrated with champagne and candy.

I had spoken to everyone in the band, except for Julie. She clearly had a problem with me, and even if I didn't understand it, I respected her wishes to keep her distance.

By the time I had checked the time and realized it was way too late to still be here, y/f and Luke had snuck off somewhere, meaning I wasn't able to leave yet.

I sat down on the couch once more, sighing at the realization that I wouldn't be able to sleep for a while. As I usually do when I'm bored and alone, I went onto my Instagram, and watched a few videos and liked a few posts.

"Hey." I heard a voice say from infront of me, making me look up from my phone. "Do you wanna go on a walk?" Julie asked me.

I raised my eyebrows in confusion, but followed her outside anyway.

As we walked, Julie always stayed a few steps ahead of me, and never spoke. I was beyond confused and slightly worried over her sudden attention toward me, but it was better then being ignored like the plague.

We eventually passed through a few doors, leading back to the stage, that sat in the middle of a now empty stadium.

He walked along the catwalk that was attached to the middle of the stage, and I followed behind her, but not too close.

She stopped at the edge of the catwalk, and sat down, before turning to me, and offering me a hand, so I could sit next to her, which I accepted quickly.

"I'm sorry that I seemed rude tonight." She says bluntly. I look at her in shock, not at all expecting an apology.

"It's okay, I get that sometimes people just don't feel like socializing with someone new."

"It's not that. You just reminded me of someone that I wanted to forget." She still doesn't look at me, but I can tell that the subject was hard for her to talk about.

"An ex?"

"No." She takes a deep breath before continuing. "When we started this band, I didn't know if it would be beneficial to me, so I was hesitant for a while before we actually formed. I had heard so many horror stories about bands getting their lives ruined by getting big, and as much as I wanted the recognition, I wasn't willing to sacrifice my safety or the privacy of those that I love."

I look down at our feet dangling off the edge, thinking about how small we must've seemed in the arena.

"A year after the band got together, I started receiving packages that were more then weird. I'm talking dirty underwear, tampons and voodoo dolls of myself being stabbed. It was freaky, but I thought it was just a joke. Then I started getting pictures of my family, out for dinner, at the movies, asleep in their beds. By that point I was beyond creeped out. I didn't have any idea who was doing it, and why they were doing it. So I tweeted out. 'Whoever is doing this, please stop'. It was simple and didn't give too much away, but I hoped that it would make the person stop. Unfortunately, it just made it worse. The person started showing up at gigs, and sneaking into places that you aren't typically allowed to go. When we were doing a show in Vegas, I caught them, and had them arrested, and I filed a restraining order after the evidence was found on their phone. Point is, I nearly had a heart attack when I saw you, and I wasn't sure if you were that person, or if you just looked the same. Its why I was so rude tonight. So I'm sorry for assuming the worst about you, and I really do hope that you can forgive me, and we can start over." She finally looks at me, and I see the tear stains on her cheeks.

"I would love that." I say genuinely.

"Hey you guys! Can you stop having a heart to heart, I'm trying to focus on Luke." Y/f pops her head up from one of the seats a few rows back, shouting at us, before vanishing again, to continue whatever she was doing with Luke.

"Yeah I don't even wanna know what they're doing." I quickly get up and pull a giggling Julie away from the stage, making sure that she knew we were okay with each other.