Wrong number • Brendon Urie x reader

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It was finally time for panic! To go on stage, I couldn't contain my excitement and began bouncing around.

"What are you doing?" Brendon laughed.

"I'm excited, okay!"

I suddenly lost my balance and tumbled to the floor, landing hard on my ass.

"Ow.."

Brendon, Josh and Tyler busted out laughing as I sat there whining about my now aching ass. I groaned, no longer wanting to sit up so I laid down on the floor and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Are you okay?" Josh asked between breaths.

"No, I just fell on my ass!" I huffed, making the boys laugh harder.

"It's okay, Princess. Here." Brendon said as he calmed himself down and offered a hand to help.

I took his hand, him strong enough to pull my whole weight up straight away. I once again lost balance and tumbled into Brendon's chest, earring a low chuckle from Brendon.

"Can't keep your hands off me, huh?" He joked, I punched his arm.

"Don't you have a show to do?" I rolled my eyes, all laughter stopped and Brendon rushes out the room.

"Follow us, we're going backstage." Tyler chuckled one last time before he and josh stood up and walked to the door.

I quietly followed behind the two boys, excitement still flowing throughout my body but this time I managed to keep myself from jumping around. I didn't want to embarrass myself more than I already have done.

As soon as we reached backstage Brendon popped out from the stage and began singing. I let out a squeal of excitement before dropping to the floor and sitting, my eyes wide and a smile plastered on my face as I admired the man singing.

Time skip...
It was getting near to the end of the show when Brendon suddenly ran backstage and grabbed my hand, lifting me off the floor.

"Wait, no! Brendon what are you doing?! You're all sweaty!" I asked, but got no reply.

Instead of replying to me Brendon picked me up bridal style and ran on stage with me, the crowd screamed as Brendon spun around with me in his arms. I hid my face away from the crowd so I wouldn't get recognised by anyone if anyone possibly knew me.

"Brendon what the fuck? Take me back."

He didn't reply, of course. He looked down at me and smirked before running to the ends of the stage and just everywhere.

"Bren please! I d-dont like this." I begged, my anxiety now hitting me.

My breath hitched in my throat signalling the beginning of an anxiety attack.

"Shit, bren p-please just take me b-back."

My breathing began to pick up and become more rapid, tears formed in my eyes. Brendon looked down at me finally listening to what I was saying, concern filled his eyes as he rushed be backstage again and gently sat on the floor with me despite the yells from the crowd.

"Are you okay? What's happening?" His voice was panicked.

Tyler and Josh rushes over to me, both instantly realising what was happening as they looked down at me, the hyperventilating, crying and shaking girl.

"She's having a panic attack." Tyler said as he rushed to get some water for me.

"Bren she needs space, take her to the dressing rooms." He said quickly and demandingly.

Brendon nodded and stood up, me clinging onto him with whatever strength I could find as he ran through the halls and into his dressing room. Tyler and Josh trailed Brendon and opened the door for us, Brendon then placed me on the couch.

"Here, try take deep breaths." Josh spoke calmly, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder.

I complied and started taking deep breaths to calm my breathing, after a while it worked and I had calmed down.

"Take this." Tyler handed me the bottle of water he had collected for me earlier.

"Thank you..." i said quietly.

"What happened?" Brendon asked softly as he rubbed small circles on my thigh.

"I um, I struggle with anxiety." I whispered, being ashamed of my disorder.

"Why didn't you tell me before, Darlin'? I wouldn't have done that if I knew you wouldn't be comfortable with it." Brendon's voice was barely above a whisper, speaking so only I could hear the sincerity behind his voice.

"It just isn't something that came up in conversation... I don't want my mental state to be a set back in our relationship."

"Relationship? You really think we'll have a relationship?" Bren asked, his eyes lighting up a little at the thought.

Now to be completely honest, that wasn't quiet what I meant, but seeing how Brendon reacted made my heart skip a beat. I never thought Brendon would ever have a love interest in me, surely that's insane?

Brendon Urie finding an interest in me, y/n l/n? I'm nothing special really, I don't earn even close to the amount of money he does. I'm not popular in anyway, I'm not as good looking although, who could be as good looking as Brendon? I mean come on, the man is a fucking god.

Ah, shit. The fan girl side is coming out again...

But do I want a relationship with Brendon? Do I truly like him like that? I mean who wouldn't, really.

Wait, fan girling again. Fuck.

Okay serious talk, do I love Brendon? He makes me happy, smiley and laugh at the most random things he does or says. He's so caring, but also a kinky shit. Every time I think or talk to him I get a feeling of - no matter how cliche this is - butterflies in my stomach.

Hahaaaa, yeahhh,,, I love Brendon urie.

"I, uh, yeah. I do, Bren." I smiled up at him.

His eyes flickered down to meet mine, his smile growing wider. I looked down at my lap shyly before looking back at him with a wide grin spread across my face.

"Me too." He whispered, so quietly I almost didn't hear him.