♡Sweetheart♡ ||Brendon Urie x Reader||

Chapter 10

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I hope, from the bottom of my heart, that you enjoy this chapter which will be focused on growth of the relationship of you and Brendon.

I felt a tingling sensation in my body and a light weight on my eyes which told me I was both awake and retrieved a memory. Thanks to Urie's medicine he gave me, I never had bad symptoms again. The only sign that something was changing in my body was the chill that went up my spine.

This memory was too short to cause an impact on my behavior, however. A simple memory of staring at a ring on my finger. It was nothing disturbing, but it gave me a hollow feeling. Something about the particular diamond ring that seemed to make me feel nostalgic.

But I didn't have time to think about it. I was feeling hollow for a much different reason: loneliness. I never had many people to talk to other than Lexi and Meagan, but they were not available today and I didn't want to bother them all of the time.

That only left Urie and his employees. Now, I did not want to bother people while they were working, and striking up a conversation with someone I didn't know would be difficult and awkward.

And Urie? Well, there wasn't as much harm in speaking to Urie as I convinced myself there was. He may have creepy possessions and a strange personality, but he helps me when I need it most. Every time. In ways my own father couldn't help me.

It may have been smarter to befriend an employee, but I was drawn back to that man every time. I noticed how he often invaded my thoughts like a parasite: I surely didn't want him in my thoughts, but he received the benefit of amusement from me crawling back to him. I seemed only like an entertainment source for him, but if I was his entertainment then he was definitely my drug, and both are especially addictive.

Despite my outer hesitation, my inward anticipation and longing to see him outweighed any other emotion, and I reached out to knock on his door. No matter the time I waited for him, no reply was heard from inside, and the door never opened.

I should have been frustrated, but I felt embarrassment more than anything. I hadn't noticed until now, but I had never changed out of my pajamas and I was still willing to go see Urie like this.

"God, he would have teased me for it." I thought more about the subject and widened my eyes in horror. "No, he probably would have pulled something perverted. I swear to God, [y/n], remember to put clothes on-"

"Talking to yourself, I see?"

I jumped and turned to look down the hall toward the direction of the voice to see Urie, fully dressed in a white, partially buttoned shirt and black slacks, the outfit completed with black dress shoes. A casual-formal mix of clothing.

"Oh no, now he's actually seen me in just my pajamas."

"You're talking to yourself again, darling. And I've already seen you in your pajamas. Multiple times, in fact."

I paused and stopped panicking. He was right, I hadn't even cared how I'd looked in front of him before, so why care now? There's no difference.

I sighed. "I know. . . It's just. . ." I couldn't seem to finish my sentence as my eyes drifted away from him nervously.

Chuckling, he continued to tease me. "And why are you in front of my room in such a hurry? Did you want to see me that bad?"

Again, he was correct, but to save my own pride, I had to deny it. "No! I was just going to ask when breakfast was."