Dallon Weekes Imagines

Camisado

(A/N - I recommend listening to Hurts Like Hell by Fleurie)

It was 4 in the morning and Dallon still wasn't home. He's been doing this for the past few weeks and it's really starting to annoy me now. I heard the door unlock and I ran straight to the door. What I saw was not what I expected.

Dallon was making out with a blond girl, I recognised her from somewhere but I can't think where. I awkwardly coughed and they both looked up at me.

"Leave," I said as calmly as I could.

The blond girl walked off out of the apartment but Dallon stayed.

"I said, LEAVE!" I shouted this time.

"No, no," he mumbled, "give me a chance to explain, it's not what it looks like!" He exclaimed.

"What else can it look like? It's pretty obvious you two were sticking your tongues down each others throats!" I shouted back at him. "If you don't leave right now then I'm leaving, I will be back but when I return I'm packing your bags, you may as well start now," I said to him, throwing the nearest backpack at him.

"No please don't go babe, give me a chance to explain!" He said.

"Goodbye Dallon!" I said walking out the house. At this point I was crying. I can't believe he would do that, I can't believe I trusted him! I got into my car and drove of to my friend's house, maybe she could calm me down. I turned the corner of the road.

Suddenly. Black. Emptiness. Nothing.

•• Dallon POV ••

I can't believe I did that. Why was I even kissing that other girl? I loved y/n too much to let her go that easily. I know exactly where she would go. Her friend, Georgia's house.

I quickly ran out of the house and ran to Georgia's house. As I turned the corner, I saw a car. Broken. Battered. Shattered to pieces. Wait, I recognise that car? No, no, no please don't say this is real. That's y/n's car?! I quickly dialled 911.

911 - "Hello what is your emergency? Police, ambulance or fire brigade?"

"Ambulance! Car crash, Avenue, Las Vegas. Please hurry, there is someone inside," I said, stuttering, crying.

I put the phone down and ran to the car. I couldn't do it but I did. I looked inside and saw her.

3 minutes later, which felt more like 3 hours, the ambulance came. Most of them rushed of the car but two of them came over to me.

"Sir, what is your name and what did you see? Do you know who is in the car?" They questioned me.

"My name is Dallon Weekes. The person in the car is called Y/N Urie. I didn't see anything, we had an argument, she left and I ran around the corner of our house to see this so I dialled 911 immediately," I told them, managing to get my words out.

While they were getting Y/N out, I called Brendon.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Hi Brendon, come to the hospital as soon as possible. It's Y/N," I said down the phone.

"Fück, I'll be there soon," he said and hung up.

I quickly prayed for Y/N to be okay.

I then heard the paramedics shout over to me "Would you like to get in the ambulance with us to be with her?"

"Yes please," I said, getting into the ambulance.

I sat down as close to her as I could. There's wires all over her. I broke down crying. I kissed her on the forehead and said, "It's okay, you're gonna make through this. I know you are, you're strong,"

The machine stopped beeping as fast as it was before. I kissed her on the hand and said, "Please don't go, I love you, you're strong, make it through this! If you don't do it for me, do it for your family. You're too young to die,"

"Sometimes you promise someone forever but it doesn't work out that way," I whispered to myself.