Lay in the Atmosphere (Brendon Urie) Wattys 2017

FIFTEEN

To my surprise, I had fallen back asleep. When I woke up, Brendon was no where near me. I slid the closest top over my body, admiring his scent of cologne as I was suddenly wrapped in it. I began searching for him just as I had earlier this morning, and to my luck, he was inside the house, working on a brand new dress.

This guy was puting out work like crazy lately.

"It's beautiful." I mumble through the doorway, leaning against the frame.

"You like it?" He smiles as he asks, the sun falling through the fabric as different hues gleam across his work room.

"I'm glad. I made it for you. Considering you destroyed the other." Brendon chuckles, a pin still in his mouth.

"Me? Th-that's... Brendon I already ruined another, really, I shouldn't-"

"Come here, touch it, tell me if this is smooth enough of a fabric for you."

"Brendon." I interject.

"Nonsense, Amelia. You're my muse for this dress. Now please, come admire it. It's all yours." Brendon laughs a bit before standing, putting the pin that once was in his mouth into a draping of the dress.

I couldn't help but walk around the dress in awe. It was gorgeous. I felt Brendon's eyes on me as I made my way around the room. Every step I took, he took an advancement toward me.

Brendon suddenly wrapped his hands around my hips and nuzzled into the crook of my neck.

"I want you to wear this at fashion week. Come with me to New York." Brendon mumbles softly into my hair.

My face goes crimson red and I can't help but whip my head around to him.

I couldn't believe after last nights events he'd want to be seen with me again. It made me... like him that much more. I was starting to have this internal war with myself. Brendon had so much more to him than what meets the eye, and I hated it. I hated myself for buying into it all, but his embrace said much more about our relationship than I would've liked. It told me he cared, told me how much he really wanted me to join him, to be seen with him. I couldn't crush him any further into the ground. I think... after this passed week, I was allowing myself to fall for him. As if letting him go down on me wasn't enough, but... now here I was, saying yes.

"I'd love to."

Now it was Brendon's turn to become surprised.

"Wh-what?" Brendon's eyes were wide and he had no smile on his face, just a look of loss and confusion.

"I said yes. I'll go to fashion week with you. I'll model your dress."

"Let me ask again," I couldn't help but laugh, he was in such disbelief, "would you like to go to fashion week in New York with me and model this dress? You'll be seen with me?"

"As long as you'll still be seen with me." I grin.

Brendon held back a large smile by biting his lip before he picked me up and spun me around the room.

"Brendon! Knock it off!" I laugh wildly, alerting him to put me down.

"Fuck, I could kiss you right now. I mean, don't get me wrong, I could do so much more than that but, a kiss, that's all I could ask for right now."