Man Up (A Brendon Urie/Brallon Fanfiction)

Chapter 18

Dallon's PoV

People always glorify blue eyes like there's something amazingly superior about them. Those people have obviously never looked at brown eyes properly.

Brendon's eyes, when he's in the dark, like when we go out at night, go this wonderful deep brown that shines. You could easily get lost in them. They're like black holes you can just sink into and you're happy again. And then when the sun shines on them... you can see every detail, every swirl, and around the pupil it goes a gentle golden. Sometimes he'll be talking to me, and I'll zone out, too busy staring at his eyes. He doesn't know how beautiful he is, so I tell him every day.

That's why every so often, I'll tweet something dumb like: "Never stop fighting for something you love, you'll get there one day." Because its true, it took me so long to get Brendon and now I have him, I've never been happier. Fuck am I ever letting him go. I'm going to prove to him that love doesn't always end in pain.

He's sitting between my legs right now, on the bus, gently strumming his acoustic. We've got a free day today. Fall Out Boy are bowling. The rest of Panic! are out drinking or something. We've got a show tomorrow night. Fuck, I love my job. I listen to the music as Brendon plays, kissing the top of his head when he's done.

"What are you thinking about?" I ask, lazily taking a strand of his hair and twisting it around my finger.

"You." He sighs, leaning back against me.

"Oh, yeah?" I smirk.

"Yeah. I think you've saved my life, Dallon."

My heart flutters gently and I plant a little kiss on his forehead in thanks.

"You've said that before, babe." I mumble, feeling a blush crawl across my cheeks.

"But Dallon, you don't understand," he says, putting the guitar down gently and turning round to face me. He takes my hands.

"Everyone cares about me again because I'm happier in myself. Everyone wants to be around me now." He kisses me deeply, pushing me back down on the leather sofa. I sigh into the kiss. He's so beautiful. I run my fingers through his hair and he shivers at the contact.

"You're so beautiful, Brendon," I murmur into the kiss, and he smiles against my lips, "How could Audrey ever want to hurt you?" I breathe with a laugh.

I didn't mean to say that out loud.

Fuck.

Brendon stiffens. He stops kissing me and breaks away, staring at me in horror.

"That's funny, is it?" He snaps. My heart starts thumping in my chest.

Fuck. Shit, no, Brendon...

"Brendon, I-I'm sorry, I..." I don't know what to say to him. No, I didn't mean to blow it like this.

He slowly crawls away from me and my heart starts hammering against my ribcage. He doesn't say anything but his eyes go glossy with tears.

"I didn't mean it like that... I think you're beautiful, and—"

"I don't know." Brendon cuts me off, his voice cracking. "I don't know why she hurt me, Dallon, she just did. Ask her, you're just the same."

"Brendon please, I—"

"Save it, Dallon. I'm going out."

He stands up, hands shaking. I mirror him and go to grab his wrist. He screams and pulls away from me. I stand uselessly as he runs out of the bus, slamming the door behind him.

I tangle my fingers into my hair and pull at it, trying to hold on to something. I try and fight against the tears that spill from my eyes, my entire head consumed by the thump of my heart. I've fucked up, again.

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Hello! Just a quick authors note :)
I'm so happy with the amount of reads this had gotten so far. At time of writing, it's 400, which is absolutely crazy to me. I keep getting a bit stuck and these last few chapters have been a bit rubbish but I hope whoever's reading this right now is enjoying it. Bye!