Wrong number • Brendon Urie x reader

f o u r t e e n

Brendon and I sat around for a while, just talking and getting more comfortable with each other when I remembered,

He's missing a show because of me.

"Hey, bren?" I asked quietly, gaining his attention.

"Aren't you supposed to be doing a concert right now?..." I asked, he chuckled slightly before shaking his head.

"I got management to cancel the rest of tonight's show, we're gonna refund everyone and set up a different concert date for them all." He smiled, looking down at me and putting an arm around my shoulders.

•time skip•
What I thought was only a few minutes of talking, actually turned into 3 hours. It was about 11:35pm.

I hadn't noticed josh and Tyler had left, I guess they went to a hotel or something.

Brendon pulled me closer to him, I snuggled into his side and smiled slightly as I yawned.

That was until I once again realised something else.

"Bren?" I whispered tiredly.

"Yeah?" He said softly.

"I forgot to book a hotel and my house is a two hour drive from here..."

"Oh, you can stay in the tour bus with us if you're okay with that?" He suggested.

"That sounds," i was cut off my a yawn, "great."

"Come on, let's get you to the bus." Brendon laughed at my tiredness and stood up.

I shivered, instantly missing his touch. My side quickly became cold from where his hand once was resting and my face became cold, missing the warmth his body radiated off.

I stood up and groaned, losing my balance and falling back onto the couch we had been sitting on.

"I'm too tired though." I whined, yawning again.

I heard Brendon chuckle before I felt a pair of strong arms around me. I can't onto Brendon's neck as he picked me up bricks style, causing me to squeak.

"There, now you don't have to walk there." He chuckled again before making his way out of the venue.

"You're warm..." I whispered.

I felt Brendon's chest vibrate as he laughed at my comment. Soon enough we reached the tour bus and I closed my eyes, deciding to pretend to be asleep just in case someone decided to talk to me.

Bren knocked on the door with his knee [in a way, if that made sense] and the door soon opened.

"B? Why didn't you-" whoever was speaking cut themselves off, I could only assume they noticed me in Brendon's arms. "Oh, is she asleep?"

"Obviously, otherwise I wouldn't be carrying her, Zack." Brendon laughed.

He carried me into the bus and stopped walking, placing me on a bed in a sit up position.