The Good The Bad And The Dirty (Brendon Urie Fanfic)

Chapter 2

**trigger warning?**

*Nadia's pov*

I turn around to face Brendon. I see the hurt in his eyes. "Brendon, I- it's a long story." I say. "I've got all night, Nadia." I sigh, "my shifts over in twenty minutes, meet me outside. I'll explain everything." He nods and walks away.

Twenty minutes later my shift is over and I go outside looking for Brendon, but I don't see him. A door closes and I see Brendon coming towards me. "Sorry." He says, sticking his hand in his pockets. "Where do you want to talk?" I ask him. "The coffee shop down the street?" He offers, and I nod.

When we get to the coffee shop, he holds the door open for me, and I thank him. We walk to a table and sit down. My legs start to shake uncontrollably. "Are you okay?" Brendon asks me. I lie and say yes. I'm not okay though, being around him and seeing him again brings so many emotions to the surface. He notices my discomfort and places his hand on mine, calming some of the nerves.

A pretty waitress walks up to our table, "what can I get you guys today?" "Two black coffees, two sugars in each, please." Brendon says immediately, then his eyes widen and he looks at me, "I'm so sorry, that just came out. I smile, "it's okay, Brendon." The waitress looks at me expectantly, "what he said is fine." She nods and walks off. I catch Brendon staring at me, a blush creeps on to my face, "what?" "You're so beautiful. After these few years, you're still the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on." I smile widely and look into his eyes, they tell me everything he can't say. My heart stops for just a second. I'm broken out of my trance when the waitress places our cups on the table. "Will that be all." She asks looking at Brendon. He doesn't look at her, his gaze is still fixed on me. "Yes." I tell her and she rolls her eyes, walking away.

"Brendon, I'mready to talk now." I say, taking a sip of my coffee. "Okay. I'm all ears, and know that I won't judge you." I nod and take a deep breath. "So, you remeber how my aunt was sick?" He nods, and I continue. "Well, the night I left, I went to see how she was doing and he husband came home all drunk and he was angry about something, me being there, I believe. He was throwing things, cursing at me and my aunt. She had asked him to please stop and he hit her." I pause, taking in a shaky breath. Brendon takes my hand and nods, telling me to continue. So I do. "He hit her again and I begged him to stop, he didn't. So I went to defend her, and he hit me. He stopped hitting her, but kept hitting me. All I remember was him hitting and kicking me. I remember being woken up by my aunt, she told me to leave and get out of there. I was reluctant but she said she would call her son and get help. She told me to get on a train and leave. She also told me not to worry about you, she said I'd see you again. You were at work so I went home: packed my things and left." I didn't even realize I was crying until Brendon leaned over to wipe my eye. For half a second I relaxed into his touch until he pulled away.

"There's more." I say after a minute. He nods, telling me to continue. I do, "my heart was broken. I seen all your messages and calls, I just couldn't tell you what happened, I knew how you'd react and I didn't want you to get hurt, that's why I left. I went to another town. I was safe for a week unitl he found me, he hurt me again, he almost killed me. He stabbed me in the stomach and left me to bleed out. I was screaming and someome heard me, she got me to the hospital and she's been my best friend ever since. And now here I am, I've been here for three weeks and he hasn't found me and I'm praying he doesn't find me again, cause I know this time he'll definitely kill me, Brendon." He squeezes my hand, "You're goingto be okay, I won't let him hurt you, Nadia. I promise." I nod half-heartedly.

"Brendon?" He looks at me, "yes?" "Can we go somewhere else, please? I really don't want people staring at me while I'm like this." I ask, my voice still a little shaky. "Yeah, no problem," he says, "just let me go pay." I nod and watch him walk up to the waitress. I see her trying to talk to him but he just walks away.

He comes up to the table and offers me his hand. I take it knowing I wouldn't be able to stand my own. "Where are we going?" He asks, "my house, it's just down the street." He nods and we continue to walk.
"We're here." I tell him, opening my door. He follows me up. "Make yourself at home, I'mgoing to change." I sniffle. I go into my bedroom, change into sweats and wipe my makeup off. When I come out of my room I see Brendon looking at my things and my pictures. I cough, letting him know I'm there. He turns around, "sorry!" I laugh, "it's okay."

"Would you like anything to drink? I'm getting a glass of wine." I ask, "yes, please." I nod and go into the kitchen. I pour two glasses of wine. I hand him a cup, "thank you." He says as he takes a sip, "You're welcome."

"You know," he starts, "you could have told me what happened, I would have protected you." "I know that, but I couldn't risk you getting hurt, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I could barely live with myself after I left you. I still hate myself for that. I loved you more than anything, more than myself and I just fucking left you without an explanation. I'm such a fuck up, you probably hate me." I sob, taking a big gulp of my wine. Brendon grabs the glass from my hand. "It's okay, Nadia. I understand. I don't hate you, I never could. So don't you ever think that." I sob more, burying my head into his shoulder. I move myself to where I'm now sitting on his lap, burying my head into his chest. I feel his chest rumble from a laugh, "you comfortable?" I snuggle as close as I possibly can to him, "mhmm."

We sit there like that for a little while, me listening to Brendon's heart beat, and him rubbbing my back. It's nice, I missed little things like this. I start crying again. "Nadia? What's wrong?" He asks, his voice deeper than usual. I look at him, "I missed this." He gives me a confused look, "I missed being in your arms, feeling and hearing your heart beat, I missed everything about you, Brendon, every-fucking-thing. The way you hold me, the way you look at me. Your smile, your laugh. The way your fingers feel on my skin." I sob again. "Nadia, look at me." He says tilting my head up to look him in the eyes. "I missed everything about you, Nadia. Everything. You're not the only one heartbroken. I'm still madly in love with you, Nadia Lynn."

"Kiss me," I whisper. "What?" He asks, confused. "I said, kiss me, Brendon." "Nadia, you're not in your right mind right now." I sigh dramatically, "Brendon, please shut up." I pull his face closer to mine, so our lips are almost touching. He's the one who makes the next move, he brings our lips together in a much needed kiss. It's almost desperate. I pull away, slightly breathless, "I needed that." "Me too." He says as he rests his forehead on mine. The next thing that comes out of my mouth hasn't been said in a while, I know I meant it, but i still shocked myself,

"I love you, Brendon."

Hi, guys! Picture above is Nadia!
-Faith♡