You had met Brendon at a party. When you went out that night, you weren't looking for a guy, but Brendon was there without a date and so were you. He was friends with someone who was friends with your friend, and you started talking and clicked immediately. You realized who he was pretty quickly but tried not to let that impact your opinion of him. At the end of the night he asked for your number and you gave it to him.
The next day he texted you and you were honestly surprised. He was a huge star and you... well, weren't. After texting for a few days, he asked you out on a date. He picked you up and took you to play mini-golf. You didn't warn him ahead of time that you played golf all the time with your Dad when you were growing up and putting was your specialty. You totally kicked his ass and he was totally impressed and took you for ice cream after. When he dropped you off at your place, he asked if you could go out again and you said you couldn't wait. He sweetly placed a kiss on your cheek before he left.
You went out a few more times before your most favorite date yet. He invited you over to play his new album for you before it was released. The album was incredible, his best yet, and you offered comments and your opinions on every song. He took in all the comments and thoughts you had about it and told you how much he appreciated the feedback.
With the album done playing, you were sitting in silence except for the birds chirping outside in the late afternoon air. He suddenly reached up and cupped your cheek. You leaned into the touch as he gently brought his lips to yours. They were the softest thing in the world, you were certain, and your heart rate shot up. You never wanted to kiss anyone else ever again. When you pulled back, his eyes fluttered open and he was blushing slightly, but grinning ear to ear.
A few weeks later the album was released, and it was well received, just as you had assured Brendon that it would be. He invited you to the release party and had a great time, except for one thing. While Brendon spent most of the night with his arm around your shoulder, and kissed you a few times, he never introduced you as his girlfriend. You knew you shouldn't care, but you couldn't help but wonder where you stood with him. With a new album, cames all the press and preparations for the new tour. Brendon got busier and busier, and while you weren't seeing him as much, but he was keeping up with you as much as possible.
It was the night before he was going to leave for the tour, and Brendon asked you out for dinner at a nice restaurant. When he picked you up, he looked like a dream in his tailored suit and crisp white shirt. You had chosen a red lace bodycon dress that you felt incredible in.
"Hey baby, you look absolutely stunning," he said before kissing you passionately.
"Mmm," you hummed when he pulled back. "I'm going to miss that. Ready to go?"
"Let's go!" he said offering you his arm as you made your way to his car. He opened the door for you and held your hand the whole way to the restaurant. The meal was delicious, and you soaked in every second of time with Brendon.
"(YN), before I go on tour, I wanted to have something settled," he said, suddenly sounding serious.
"Oh, ok, what's that?" You asked. You started having flashes of the scene in Legally Blonde when Elle got dumped in the beginning.
"(YN), will you be my girlfriend, like officially?"
Your face broke into a grin. "Umm yea, of course!" You said with a laugh.
Brendon let out a sigh of relief. "I'm really happy. I mean, I know I haven't been seeing anyone since we started going out, I just didn't want to leave without letting you know you're the only person I care about."
You nodded. "Same, yea, I'm all in Brendon. You're the only one I want."
He leaned across the table and pressed his lips to yours until you heard someone clear their throat. When you pulled back, the waiter was standing next to your table awkwardly with the check. "Sorry to interrupt sir, here you are."
