Demons ( A Brendon Urie a.u )

15.

*Trigger warning for this chapter*

Bang!

Clank!

I woke up, strange noises coming from the side of room.

I gripped the bat that was kept under my bed, for um... Emergency reasons, and sat up, slowly walking toward the noise.

Bang!

I spin over, spotting little pebbles hitting my window one at a time.

I trudged over to my window, spotting Brendon in my backyard. A smile was prominent on his handsome face when his eyes landed on me.

He waved frantically, and I smiled, waving back at him.

I opened the latch, and lifted the window. The brisk air hit me the moment I opened it, I wanted to go back inside my blankets for warmth.

I proceeded to take off the screen, and he climbed the ladder from one of the times I had escaped, I just forgot to put it back.

I held the ladder, afraid that it would fall backwards and hurt him badly.

Thankfully, nothing happened. He climbed all the way up to my window, and he held my hand for support.

He got off the ladder, landing with a tumble as he tripped getting in.

I giggled, my parents were to drunkenly passed out to care.

Brendon gave me a playful glare as he stared at me from the ground, but it came right back to a smile.

"Would you be a doll and help me up?" He asked with a devilish grin.

"Of course Bren." I laughed, and I held my hand out for him to grab.

Unfortunately, that wasn't his plan. I yelped when he took my hand and pulled me down to the ground with him, Brendon's laughter filling my eardrums.

I shivered again, still cold from the window previously being open, and my hardwood floor was freezing as well.

"You cold babe?" He asks, rubbing his hands up and down my arms as an attempt to get me warm.

"Yeah, a little." I whisper, getting up from the ground and onto my double bed, wrapping myself in a blanket burrito style.

He giggled at the sight, before taking his shirt and pants off, and I blush, turning away.

He laughs again, "Why you so embarrassed? It's not like I've never seen you in your underwear before."

I gave him a questioning look, and he nods in my direction.

I look down and, oh no.

How could I be so stupid? How does someone forget that they have nothing but panties and a t-shirt on? No bra? Come on now Camilla.

I blush ten times harder, and quickly go to climb out of bed to put something that covers on.

I mumble curse words under my breath until I felt strong arms wrap around my waist.

"Darling, what are you doing?" He breathes in my ear.

"Putting more appropriate clothes on." I shiver, not because I'm cold though.

"I think what you're wearing is more than appropriate." He says, and I blush.

"I- I just want you to feel comfortable." I stutter, and he chuckles.

"I am comfortable, and you should be too. Also, it's more warmth, and we are closer." He says, placing a kiss on the side of my face.

"Should I at least put a bra on though?" I ask, turning to face him.

"If I was bothered by it I would have said something, and it doesn't at all." He says, looking at my breasts for a second then looking at my face.

I thought for a moment, "I will be back in a little bit."

He nods, and I run into my bathroom, which was in my room, and I shut the door.

I looked at myself. Should I put some pants on? A bra?

Yes, you look like a rat.

Thanks.

Brendon isn't bothered by it though.

He's just lying to your face, I am surprised he hasn't puked yet from looking at you. No thigh gap? Come on.

I mean, I don't have one, my thighs do in fact touch.

Your parents think you're a pig, so he probably does too.

I lifted up my shirt.

Eww! Are those stretch marks in your hips? Go to the gym fatty, he will probably run away.

Stop please.

Sorry, it's the truth.

I held in tears.

Did someone ran over your face with a lawnmower? Look at that hair, you greasy French fry.

My battle with my thoughts was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Camilla, what are you doing in there?" Brendon, questioned behind the door.

"Um, nothing Bren, just putting pants on!" I lied though the door.

"For 15 minutes? I'm coming in." He says, and I quickly wrapped a towel around me, covering myself up so he didn't have to see me.

Brendon opened the door, and gave me a funny look.

"What are you doing, silly?" He chuckles, coming towards me.

"Don't. Please don't." I warned, him looking puzzled.

"Why not? Is there something wrong?" He asks again, concern growing in his voice, and he steps closer.

"J- just please." I panicked placing a hand on his chest to prevent him from going any further.

"Please tell me what's wrong please. What is under that towel Cami?" He worries, gripping the towel.

"Please-" I gasp as he yanks off the towel, and I attempt to cover my body, even though I have panties on still.

He looks at me confused, then something in his mind clicks as he looks at me.

He gives me a stern look as he reached for my arms.

"No. No. You are not going to cover yourself up for me." He grunts, prying my arms away from my body.

I broke into tears, he will see everything and he will leave me cause I am hideous.

"Brendon, please. You can't look at me. I'm revolting, and I don't deserve you." I cried, trying to reason with him.

His mouth hung open as the last words flew from my mouth.

"Baby, that's bullshit. Me and you both know that." He says before pulling me into a kiss.

It was passionate, almost like his was trying to tell me something with his lips.

He broke away, pulling me closer.

"If I have to tell you you everyday that you are so damn beautiful then so be it." He says again before we kissed once more.

"No one has ever made me feel this way Brendon." I say, and he smirks.

"That's great, but just so you know," he grips my butt lightly, "It should always be me."

A/N: Thank you all so much! This was the absolute LONGEST chapter I have written in this book! I just want you to know that you can always talk to me if you need anything! You make me so happy and you all are such beautiful people! I 💙 you guys!