„Where are you?“ You mumbled to yourself while you were waiting in the pouring rain for your boyfriend to arrive. You stood outside of the huge office building you were working at. Brendon had promised you this morning that he’d pick you up after your shift yet he was nowhere to be seen. The rain was cold and you were already freezing. Brendon was at the studio recording a new song he had been working on for at least two months, he constantly changed the lyrics. He was late 15 minutes by now and you were getting impatient. Going back into the office wasn’t an option due to the doors already being locked. The sky was dark and it didn’t look like it would stop raining anytime soon. You searched for your phone in your bag, taking a step to the right so the light from the lantern would help you find your phone. Unfortunately, with the step you took a man crushed into you.
You lost your balance and fell sideways, shielding yourself from hitting the ground with your elbows. Instead of asking if you were alright the brown haired guy just mumbled something about you being stupid. „Excuse me?“ You thought you misheard him, your voice grew louder catching the guys attention. „Yes excuse you, you were in my way, bitch. Can’t help your stupid self when you’re blocking the whole damn way.“ His tone was aggressive and attacking you with only his words. “Are you kidding me?” You asked him completely thrown off by his comment. “Do I look like I am?” His response wasn’t what you hoped for so you prepared yourself mentally, ready to clap back at him. “Maybe you should watch your own step before you walk into people, idiot.” You got back up on your feet, unfortunately, your outfit was ruined by the dirty rain on the ground. “What did you just call me?” The guy asked you in a provocative manner as if no matter what you’d say he would only get madder. “I called you an idiot, or do you prefer ‘asshole’?” The fact that Brendon was late, you were drenched by the rain and that you were now fighting with a random guy only added fuel to the fire. Without a warning, the man lunged out and his fist met your nose.
You couldn’t feel any pain in the first few seconds, however, you glanced up and saw Brendon pulling the guy away from you. Blood was squishing from your nose and you held your hand to collect the fluid in your hand. Brendon was about to hit the man brutally in the face but you caught his attention with a gasp, keeping him from making a mistake. The blood was not only flooding from your nostrils but down into your mouth. The iron taste was disgusting and you spit out the blood, trying to get the flavour out of your mouth. Brendon pulled the guy closer to him “Do that again and the next things you’ll swallow are your own teeth.” And with that he pushed him away, letting him go with a warning. Your boyfriend quickly turned around to you, his eyes widening. “Let me see.” His fingers were softly pulling your hand away from your nose. “It isn’t broken, but it’s not looking great so let’s get you home.” You trusted his valuation and let him lead you to his car. His hair, shirt and jeans were just as soaked as yours were. The car ride home was quiet, you were holding a tissue to your nose the whole time. Your body was slowly calming down and the adrenaline was wearing off.
The first thing Brendon did when you both arrived at home was to put an ice pack on your swollen nose. You flinched and sat down on the closest chair in the kitchen while Brendon took a cloth and let it run under some cold water in the kitchen sink. He kneeled down in front of you and softly wiped the mess from under your nose. "I am truly sorry for being late. God, if I would have been on time this guy wouldn’t have hit you. Look at your nose, it is my fault, y/n. I am so, so sorry.“ Brendon practically begged, however, you shushed him. Your voice sounded nasal yet it didn’t stop you from explaining the situation "Listen, I was pissed and he pushed me, so I provoked him and as the result, I got hit. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was my fault, alright?” Brendon scoffed at your short description, shaking his head. “I was late because I wanted to finish the cords, I forgot the time. Babe, it’s my fault you got pissed in the first place. I love you and hate seeing you hurt like this. I am so sorry. ” It was impossible to be resentful when Brendon was kneeling in front of you, looking at you with his begging brown eyes and telling you how sorry he was. “Just promise me that next time you will at least text or call when you’re late.” Brendon’s eyes lighted up and he got up to wrap his arms tightly around you. “I promise.”
