Girl That He Loves (Brendon Urie X Reader)

The Concert

(DISCLAIMER: This is and AU where the band is still together, but Sarah and Brendon are not -I love Sarah and their relationship no hate plz- This story switches between your POV and Brendon's POV. You're 20, Brendon is 23. Cursing is involved. If you have suggestions, or you see grammar/spelling mistakes, don't hesitate to let me know, it is much appreciated! Please enjoy 😊)
 

~Your POV~

I couldn't believe it. I was actually going to a Panic! At The Disco concert. I hit play on my phone and Brendon Urie's sweet, sweet voice played from the speakers. I danced slowly to the beat of Death Of A Bachelor for a while before I continued with my makeup. I had already thrown on my favorite P!ATD shirt, and I perfected my winged eyeliner in one graceful swoop. I went down the stairs to my best friend, and roommate, (Y/F/N), decked out in all her P!ATD wear.

"It's about time, if we want to get a good spot we need to leave NOW." She said in a firm voice, but the sparkle in her eyes betrayed that she was just as excited as me.

"Hold on, let me grab the tickets. Can't exactly get a good spot if we can't even get into the venue now, can we?" She rolled her eyes and I waggled my eyebrows before sauntering off to grab the tickets from the kitchen counter.

My phone buzzed, and I glanced at the screen to see who it was. Have fun tonight, and be safe. Love you xoxo my mom sent. I reassured her that I was 20 now and perfectly fine on my own, but thanked her for the love and well wishes. I quickly grabbed the tickets and the keys, and dragged a mildly-peeved (Y/F/N) out the door to my car. We blasted our favorite P!ATD songs all the way to the venue.

It was a large, outdoor venue. There was the floor, and then some rows of fold out chairs way back. (Y/F/N) and I were lucky enough to get there right as the entry opened. We sprinted to the best spot, right against the barriers so close to the stage we could almost touch it. Now we could never leave this spot, and we'd have to elbow away anyone who tried to take it from us.

Time passed, and the opening bands played. It was still about an hour or so before P!ATD came on stage. (Y/F/N) and I took pictures of the venue and each other, barley containing our excitement. It was the summer after college graduation, and we had both worked overtime at our jobs to be able to afford these tickets (plus a little extra for merch). Now was the payoff, and it was everything I had imagined it to be. We waited, and shooed away some easily swayed (thanks to (Y/F/N)) people trying to nip our spot. Until this one guy came.

He was huge. Probably 6'7" at least, his muscles moved like snakes underneath his skin, and he had a buzz cut with a tattoo of a snake wrapping around his skull. I don't know how we could have missed him, but we did; until his shadow was looming over us.

"You're in my spot." He said simply, in a low gravelly voice. (Y/F/N), much to my dismay, piped up.

"Listen dude, we worked hard for these tickets, and this spot, so why don't you piss off?" She said, puffing out her chest and putting her hands on her hips.

"Maybe you shouldn't-" I was cut off by Mr. Muscle. "Let the little ankle biter put up her fight, we both know you'll end up moving eventually. Whether by choice," he leaned in to get in (Y/F/N)'s face "or in a body bag."

I froze. Was this guy really threatening to kill us over a spot at a concert? (Y/F/N) looked a little taken aback by his comment, but opened her mouth anyway. I grabbed her arm and shushed her before she ended up having both of us killed. As we started to slowly back away, but then some guy in a baseball cap with sun glasses sauntered up and tapped gargantuan's shoulder.