///Brendon Urie Imagines///

Falling in Love, One Sleep at a Time

*Reader's POV*

I'd woken up very early in the morning, yet again. This was the fourth time in two weeks that I'd wake up to a very hot bedroom and covered in blankets. For some reason, the air conditioner always liked to turn off just short of 5 AM, which made our apartment go from being decently cool to scorching hot in minutes. And of course Brendon couldn't sleep without his arms wrapped around me and a big duvet over the two of us, trapping any and all heat inside.

I slide out of his grasp with some struggle, he really doesn't want to let go this early. I try my hardest to make sure he stays asleep because he has a big day of recording tomorrow. I had mentioned the nighttime annoyance to him, but the repairman couldn't come until next week.

I fiddle with the machine for a few minutes, pressing almost every button before it finally kicks back on. I crawl back into bed as delicately as possible, but take note of my sleeping boyfriend. His face was masked in a light blue glow, emanating from the barely risen sun. The whole room was cloaked in the gorgeous color. Brendon lay there, chest rising up and down very slowly as he slept. I go back into my favorite position, clinging to his side with one leg draped lazily over him. It had become instinctive of him to wrap his arm around me and hold me tightly, even if the weight of my head made his arm loose some blood circulation. I stared over at the beautiful boy, so happy that I'd been lucky enough to keep him. We hadn't been dating for too long, but our connection was something incomparable. I'd started spending most nights sleeping over at his place, more than I spent at my own apartment.

If I knew it wasn't way too soon, I'd tell him that I thought I was in love. I didn't want to scare him off, but it's truly how I felt. If I'd stay with him for the rest of my life I'd be happy. I wouldn't need anything else in my life besides him.

Just as quickly as I'd woken up, I'd fallen back into a deep sleep.

*Brendon's POV*

I feel myself slowly waking up to my arm being pried from Y/n's side and some shifting on the bed. I crack my eyes open the smallest bit, just to see her. She stands in one of my old band shirts and shorts, trying to figure out how to turn the air back on. She looks phenomenal in this light. It doesn't matter if her hair is tangled or her forgotten makeup is smeared slightly. She's a goddess.

She clicks a few buttons before the familiar whirring starts again, causing me to close my eyes fully. I didn't want her to know that she'd woken me. She knew I had recordings to do tomorrow and wanted me to get a good night's sleep. She respected my career more than she did her own, which was incredible to me. She knew that in just a few short months I'd be on tour and away from her for a little while, but we were both ready for it. I wasn't going to let a little distance get in between me and the girl of my dreams.

She lightly crawls back into bed, finding her comfortable spot. I'd secretly nicknamed it 'the Koala' because of how she clung to me. Her leg draped over both of my legs, and the other sticks straight down. I wrap my arm around her, not caring that it would soon become slightly numb. I'd wake up to it feeling better, so why would it matter? It's how she felt comfortable sleeping.

I'd do anything for this girl, I swear. She's honestly the first person who's ever made me feel like this, and I couldn't ask for anything more. She's supportive, kind, hilarious, and most importantly doesn't care about my money. She has her own dreams, most of which don't include being rich.

I swear, if I knew it wasn't going to freak her out, I'd tell her I was in love with her. We haven't been dating for very long but I already know that this is the girl I want to marry.