If It Kills Me 》Andrew Siwicki x OC x Brendon Urie

TWELVE; confession

Hayley's POV

The next four months went by, and Brendon and I spent most of our time together making videos and him allowing me to listen to the next album he's working on.

Now that it was late November, the weather was colder, but since we live in California, cold is like 65°F. Brendon has been acting a bit different lately, but I honestly don't know why.

I woke up on the couch again and smelled food from the kitchen. I stood up, finally rid of that cane, but left with a bit of limp, and walked to the kitchen.

I found a shirtless Brendon at the stove making pancakes. "Mornin Sleeping Beauty."

"You're making pancakes?"

"Yeah. I don't see a reason not too. Unless you have some hidden list somewhere that I haven't seen," Brendon said, being the jokester he always has been.

"Ha ha, very funny," I said, opening the fridge. "Beer?"

"But isn't it a little early for beer?" Brendon replied, bringing back the joke.

"Oh grow up, old man," I answered, handing him a beer and drinking some of my own. He flipped the pancake he was cooking and took a sip of his own beer.

"I'm not that old. I'm 31," Brendon said.

We laughed and ate breakfast, and might I say, Brendon is the pancake GOD. We spent the day at home, but that night, Brendon suggested something nuts.

"Brendon, I am not going to the club with this stupid limp. No one wants a girl with a limp."

"That's not true. And I don't care if you want to or not, you're going with me. You need to get out of this house. And besides, you need a guy in your life other than your best friend. Like an actual guy."

"Brendon-"

"Don't argue, Hayley," Brendon stopped me. "Now go change into something more club-worthy."

I was stumped. I walked upstairs and found a purple crop top and tight black leggings. I finished the outfit with a pair of black open toed heels and a fluffy, white, one shoulder jacket.

I walked back downstairs and saw Brendon wearing jeans and a black hoodie. "Really? You're making me go in this while you wear jeans and a hoodie?"

"Yes. I am. Now get your lets get your pretty sad to the club."

We took my car to the club, which was, for one, not a strip club, but a dance club, and two, was VIP only. Brendon was allowed in, as was I when he told security I was with him.

We danced for a while and Brendon had a few drinks, but not enough to get him super drunk. I had also had a drink or too. The song SexyBack came on and we danced sort of awkwardly dirty.

"Hey Hayley?" Brendon said, looking me in the eye.

"Yeah?"

"I've been meaning to tell you.... I have a confession to make and this is probably the worst place to say it, but.... Hayley, I still love you."

I stopped dancing and looked Brendon in the eye too. That would explain the way he's been acting lately. It explains why he punched Andrew and why he's been so nice to me. And why he's rarely ever left my house.

The moment he said he still loved me, my heart slipped a few beats. I did the only thing I could think of. I kissed him. Brendon kissed me back instantly, and it became intense fast.

We went back outside to my car and sped to my house. We ran up stairs to my room and Brendon had me up against the door. He slipped off my jacket and kissed my neck.

I ripped off his hoodie, revealing his bare chest. Brendon peeled off my shirt and I pulled his face back up to mine and kissed him passionately.

You can probably fill in the rest of the night.😉