Brendon Urie X Reader

I Write Sins, Not Tragedies

Your Point of View~

I hang up the phone after talking to my friend Conner. He knew I had to get ready for the Panic! at the Disco concert. Damn, I loved Brendon Urie more than words could say. I sigh and get up walking to my closet. I grab my black long sleeved crop top, black high wasted shorts, and my galaxy converse. I than walk to my bed switching out between the outfit I had on and the outfit I was going to wear. I grab my hair tie and look into my mirror fixing my (h/c) hair than put it in a messy bun. I walk out of my house with my car keys, phone, concert ticket and wallet. I unlock the door to my car and drive to the concert.

Time Skip to the concert~

I wait for the concert to begin any minute and look around me. There was a creepy guy right next to me and everywhere else it looked like teenage girls. A lot of them with cool hair styles. I heard Brendon Urie making his way to the stage and looked up watching. Lucky for me, I bought the last front row ticket like I wanted. I was right in front of his microphone. "How are you all doing today!" Brendon shouts which a bunch of people cheering. It makes him smile. Which makes me smile. Than he starts preforming. As he sings 'Nicotine' I notice he looks at me multiple times. I can't believe this My favorite person ever looked at me multiple times! I had a big cheesy grin on my face even though I know I would never talk to him in real life. Soon enough the concert is over. So there goes the only time I'll ever see someone who's music and personality kept me happy. Everyone started crowding the exits so I squeezed my way through a lot of people. I get outside and walk to an alley I parked my car in so I wouldn't have to pay millions of dollars to park in the parking garage.

"Hey, you." A drunk voice says. I turn around and see the creepy man walking closer and closer to me. I bit my lip nervously raising and eyebrow. "I can take you home." He slurs at me. I shake my head no and walk to my car door with the keys in my hand. I feel the man grabbing my wrist in a rough manner and I cry out in pain not knowing what to do.

"Leave her alone, she's with me." A somewhat familiar voice says the creep turns and so do I against my will since he has my wrist. We both see him Brendon Urie? It looked like him exactly but how could it be him. The guy quickly pushes me away and runs off I'm assuming scared. I rub my wrist and look up at him. It was him. It was really Brendon Urie. My eyes widened staring at him as he walked towards me slowly. "Are you okay?" He asks grabbing my hand cautiously and looking at my wrist. "Y-You're Brendon Urie!" I say shocked. "Oh dang, you figured it out." He chuckles sarcastically causing me to blush.

"So I saw you in the crowd and wanted to know if I could maybe stay at your house for the night..? The guys in the tour bus are getting drunk and for once I want to be sober." He chuckles nervously and I smile from ear to ear it seems. I nod in tears of happiness. He smiles and hugs me close. Am I dreaming? I pull away and unlock my car so he and I can get in. I look at him than start the car. I than drive off to my house turning on the radio so it isn't really awkward.

Brendon's Point of View~

I look over at her. She's gorgeous but why did she stand out in the crowd? "What's your name?" I ask her trying not to be awkward. "I'm (y/n)" She says in a shy innocent tone, looking at the road in the dark. "That's a beautiful name." I compliment and she blushes. I sigh and look out the window. Am I crazy? Yes, I like her but I don't know her she is just a fan. Could it even work out? She pulls into a house driveway which I assume is hers and the porch lights automatically turn on. She turns the car off, taking out the keys and we both get out. I follow her to her door looking at her. She is so cute. She's like three inches shorter than me. She opens the door letting me in after she turns the lights on. I shut the door for her.

"Is there anything I can get you?" She says and I shake my head no not wanting to ask for her too much. "Can I um, take a shower? I'm sweaty from preforming." I ask looking at her house. I see her dog come running to her. It's a cute Husky puppy. She giggles at me than nods her head. "The bathroom is upstairs. I'll show you." She picks up her husky and goes to the stairs running up them. I follow after her to the top of the stairs. She points to a door telling me it's the bathroom and I thank her, walking into it shutting the door.

I know I just met her, but I think I'm in love with her.