Drive (Brendon Urie/P!ATD FanFic ft. Green Day)

Chapter 6

"I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth," Harley disclosed to me, the two of us sitting on the couch together, side by side. She was leaned forward, her back hunched over ever so slightly, her elbows on the tops of her thighs and her hands clasped out in front of her. "He said he was sorry, but I knew he didn't mean it. That stupid job always took priority over me. Hell, it even took priority over our wedding which we had to cancel and reschedule. And not just once, no, we had to reschedule it four times." She shook her head in disappointment. "I know I should've left sooner, but-"

"You loved him," I finished her sentence for her.

"Yeah," She agreed, glancing back at me, "And you know what loving him got me?" I didn't even get the chance to answer her question because she did it herself. "It got me a target on my back, and it's not Billie's. No, Billie doesn't play that way. He doesn't do the dirty work, he gets other people to do it for him. People who are willing to do anything for the paycheck he gives at the end of each...'exploit', as he likes to call them. It makes me sick."

I sat forward and mirrored her position, my eyebrows furrowing together. "So...you're hiding from your husband because you've got a target on your back?"

"Exactly."

"And now that you're with me..."

"Brendon, I'm not 'with you'. All I did was stay the night because you were too drunk to be on your own. There's nothing going on between us, nor will there ever be," She told me, standing up and looking down at me, "Because I'm not going to drag you into my life. I couldn't."

I stared at her blankly for a little bit before asking, "What if I want to be?"

"Are you insane?" Harley exclaimed, breaking into a smile of disbelief, "No one wants to be dragged into this, Brendon. Trust me. It's not as fun as it sounds, okay? Because I thought the exact same thing, and I can tell you first hand that it's nothing like what you think it is."

As cliche as it sounds, Harley met Dallon at a club. She was an underage dancer (only by a year though, as she made very clear to me) and he was there on a mission. The first night they saw each other, all they shared was a glance. Their eyes met and they couldn't stop staring at one another, that is until one of Dallon's teammates dragged him away.

He returned to the club a few nights later on his own time and searched everywhere for her, asking the other dancers if they knew where the girl with the then blue hair was, but no one could answer him. He thought he'd lost hope, that he'd never see the girl again, but just as he was leaving, she was walking in.

"I'm sorry," He apologized, having bumped into her.

"It's okay," She replied simply, flashing him a meek grin and nodding her head in forgiveness before brushing past him.

He followed after her - unwilling to lose her again - and stopped her before she could disappear into the back to get ready for the show she was to put on in a matter of minutes. He spun her around to face him and blurted out, "Can I have a date?"

The twenty-year-old's perfectly trimmed eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. "Do you mean a dance?"

"No, a date," The twenty-five-year-old clarified, not a hint of humor in his voice, "Tonight."

A giggle slipped past the blue-haired girl's lips. "But my shift's just about to start."

"I'll wait," He told her, smiling at her. Her cheeks reddened in the darkness of the club before she walked away, Dallon walking the other way. As he left the club, the smile that had crawled onto his face faded away.

He knew Billie wouldn't approve of this, but never before had he felt the way he did seeing this girl. Even if she'd become a problem, he couldn't let her go. And he didn't.

Only ten months after their first date, Dallon proposed to Harley. He knew she was the one, and he had her thinking that he was her one too. But during those ten months, he neglected to reveal to her the truth about what he did. He purposely kept her in the dark, keeping her a secret from Billie and keeping Billie a secret from her.

"He lied to me for so long, Brendon," Harley admitted to me, leaning back against the wall by the door and sliding down it until she was sitting down on the floor, "For months, for years he lied to me. And I believed him, wholeheartedly. He didn't give me a reason not to. His lies morphed into his real life, creating this facade for me during the day so I wouldn't suspect anything. But during the night? During the night, he was a completely different person. And one night I decided to follow him out."