I'll Always Love You (Brendon x Reader)

Heartbroken

I was finally able to find a parking spot and got out of the car. Out of nowhere news reporters with cameras and interviewers with microphones crowded around me.

"[name]!" "[name]!" "What do you have to say about Brendon Urie?"

"Are you two dating?" "What happened between you two?" "Is the statement Brendon Urie made about you two true?" "What do you have to say?"

Those same words and phrases kept repeating over and over again. I opened my mouth and suddenly they all went quiet and leaned their microphones towards me.

I closed my mouth again but then decided I had a lot to say. "Yes. What Brendon said is true. We're nothing and we will never be anything. Hell, I even wish I never met the guy. He's not worth it. He's just another dude trying to get with millions of girls. I mean I'm just a normal person in an ocean of people. Brendon is famous and I'm sure he was embarrassed that this even got out. But it was my fault for even going out with someone like him," I was fuming and felt tears forming in my eyes. " I wish I never met him... The Brendon I thought I knew was different, but I guess I never truly met him to begin with and even if I did I wouldn't want to. I would walk away instead..." I lamented.

I wiped my eyes and quickly got back into my car. I saw flashes of light everywhere from the cameras. The reporters and interviewers were saying something to me but I couldn't make it out. I didn't want to. I didn't want to hear what they had to say. All I heard was a huge mess of sound. I put my hands on my ears to block the voices but it was too much. I started my car and drove out of there as quickly as I could.

I ended up driving home and ran to my room and slammed the door. I thought it would break because of how hard I slammed it. I jumped into my bed and cried on my pillow again. After a while I put my head up and noticed all my makeup smudged on it.

I reached for my phone in my pocket and turned it back on.

I had 60 missed calls and 80 texts from Brendon. I looked at the time, 7:42. I decided to call him back.

It rang twice and then he picked up.

"[name], I am so, so sorry...I saw what you said about me," he paused and took a deep breath, "on the news and I- you saw my interview didn't you?" he sounded as if he'd been crying.

"Yes, Brendon. I did. How could you do that to me? How could you say that? I thought I meant something to you," I cried and put my hand over my mouth so he wouldn't hear me cry.

"Im so sorry. I had to do it! My image...the bands image! I had to [name]! Dallon said I had to, as well. I knew that would be the best for this band. I'm sorry!" Brendon defended himself.

I started getting angry and couldn't hold my tears back anymore. "So all you care about is your stupid image for you and your band?! Are you kidding me!?" I shouted and cried even more. "You know, I thought we actually had something here. I thought this would be something more and not just," I paused,

"-whatever. All you care about is your stupid band I guess. Brendon, I think we should stop seeing each other. Please...please don't call me or text me anymore. I'm done."

"No, no! [name] no! Don't say that..." Brendon started crying. "Don't leave me. I love you! Okay? I love you so much! I'm sorry about what I said. I didn't mean it. I was being so stupid. I don't care about this band. I care about you! I want you...I need you! I'm so so-"

I hung up. I couldn't take it anymore. I threw my phone at my wall and hid under my blankets and cried. I heard my phone go off once and that was it. I never went off after that. I guess he finally got the message.

I just can't believe him. He says all those things about me and our relationship and had the audacity to tell me he loves me? Unbelievable. I was stupid to think I even had a chance with someone famous...someone like him. He seemed so different, but that'll show me to have feelings for guys like that. At some point in-between the crying and my heavy thoughts I fell asleep.