(You and (Y/F/N) go backstage after the concert to chat with just Brendon, the rest of the band went out to party, and agreed to leave Brendon after his persistence to stay and meet with you.)
~Your POV~
He pulled me up on stage to sing my favorite song with him. Was I dreaming? I pinched myself hard, and squeezed my eyes shut. Nope, not dreaming. The next song played, Death of a Bachelor. (Y/F/N) and I sang along, and swayed to Brendon's Sinatra-esc voice. There were songs from all the albums the band had created so far, except for Vices and Virtues. No one mentioned it because everyone understood why. Pretty soon the concert was over, and a security guard came to the barriers to let us backstage.
"I can't wait, this is going to be so cool!" (Y/F/N) said. I was too excited to speak so I just nodded with the biggest grin plastered on my face. "Oh my god, you totally like him too!" She elbowed me playfully in the ribs.
"Well obviously, it's Brendon Urie. I've been in love with him and the band ever since I discovered A Fever You Can't Sweat Out."
"What if he asks you out? What if you guys get married? Oh my god your kids,"
I shushed her before we rounded the corner to his dressing room, worried that he might hear her embarrassing rambling. I looked at the door, unsure of whether I should knock or not.
"What the hell are you waiting for let's just go in already!" (Y/F/N) whined impatiently.
"Well I don't want to interrupt something! Honestly, should we even be going in his dressing room?" I fired back. The door swung open and sure enough there he was.... shirtless.
"Oh..." was all I could manage to say. (Y/F/N) just stared impolitely at his chiseled figure, and honestly, I couldn't help a few glances myself. I mean, I knew what his body looked like. That sounded weird, but everyone did. The girls/girls/boys music video had like 40 million views. He smiled mischievously.
"Hello (Y/N), (Y/F/N). Come on in." He said, waving us inside.
His dressing room was pretty big. It had a couch, vanity, mini-fridge, and a TV. We followed him inside, oohing and aahing at all the things.
"Thanks again for inviting us backstage, Brendon." I said. I was trying very hard not to let my eyes wander up and down his body. It was a nice thought, me and him together. But it could never really happen, could it? I really shouldn't let (Y/F/N)'s over-active imagination get to me.
"Yeah, totally. You girls seem pretty cool." He said. My heart fluttered and my smile grew wider.
~Brendon's POV~
It was nice to have (Y/N) and (Y/F/N) backstage. We talked about the show, about music in general. "You sounded great singing *your favorite song*." I said.
"Thanks, you have no idea how much that meant to me to be up there onstage singing my favorite song with my favorite people. I was really glad you pulled me up there." She said, looking at the ground and smiling. A piece of hair fell in her face when she looked back up at me, and on impulse I reached out to tuck it behind her ear.
"No problem." I said quietly and she blushed. I stayed there and looked at her for a while.
Whenever I looked at her it was like the rest of the room faded out of focus, nothing else mattered. She was just so beautiful, and I wanted nothing more than to just hold her for a while. To just be able to wrap my arms around her and stroke her hair and breathe her in.
Then (Y/F/N)'s phone went off. It scared both of us, (Y/N) practically jumped through the roof.
"Sorry, I'll go out and take this." She said, walking out the door with her phone pressed to her ear. (Y/N) checked her phone and made a face. "What is it?" I asked.
"We need to get going soon if we want to make it home before 2, I didn't realize we had been chatting for so long." She said.
"Oh. That's chill, wouldn't want you girls driving when you're tired." I tried to hide the disappointment in my voice.
~Your POV~
(Y/F/N) came back in. "We should probably leave soon; would you mind warming up the car? It gets cold at night." I said, handing her my keys and giving her a pointed look. Realization flashed in her eyes and she quickly scampered off. I turned back to Brendon who had a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"Hey, before I leave, can I get a picture with you? I'd like to remember this." I pulled my phone out of my pocket.
"I'll give you something better," He said, digging around in the pockets of his jeans. He pulled out a laminated card and handed it to me.
It was a pass of some sort, it said 'All Access' on it. I looked at him with a mix of confusion and hope.
"How would you, and your friend, like to come on tour with me?" He said.
Hey guys, I know this is a shorter chapter, but I wanted to leave some suspense. Let me know what you think, and if you want more :)
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Girl That He Loves (Brendon Urie X Reader)
FanfictionFresh out of college, you and your best friend save up to get concert tickets to a Panic! At The Disco show in your town. Before the show starts, you meet Brendon Urie. Something connects with you two, and it's almost a like a fairy tale romance...