Catfish // Brendon Urie x Reader

10

(Y/n)
I sat there, staring at my phone's home screen with my mouth slightly gaping. He had suddenly just hang up, without any warning. I slowly looked down, feeling a crushing feeling build up in my chest. Why would he do that when I was opening up to him? I wanted to breakdown a little bit. I held myself together, though. I hesitantly grabbed my phone, shooting Owen some texts.

(Y/n): Owen?
(Y/n): Why'd you leave?...
(Y/n): I'm sorry if I did something wrong...

No reply came. I sat there for what had to be an hour, just scrolling through social media and subconsciously waiting for Owen to reply.

Nothing came.

I had let out a small sniffle before rubbing my eyes, looking back to our previous texts. I looked back at the pictures, taking in every detail of them. But, the longer I looked at them, the more off they had looked. I had narrowed my eyes slightly as I furrowed my brows, my heart slowly beginning to race. This man seemed familiar, and the pictures seemed.. sketchy.

I had hesitantly saved one of the photos and uploaded it to google. I had done a reverse image search. It took a moment for google to search the image, but soon enough it had loaded up the image along with it's resolution and similar images. I had scrolled down a little and pressed similar images. Sure enough, there had been thousands of that picture that other people have posted. I felt a knot in my throat as I had tightened the grip on my phone.

The man's real name was nothing even close to Owen Grey. I truly now wanted to break down and cry now. He had been lying to me this whole time! How could I have been so stupid? He probably wasn't even in New York. He probably was some sixty year old man who had just seen me in my shorts and has dirty texted me! I covered my face and brought my knees to my chest, feeling my breath quicken as I had tried to gather myself. The front door had creaked open, and at this point I had been sobbing. I was sobbing uncontrollably. 

"(Y/n)? What the fuck?" Frank's voice filled the room as he had walked over. I glanced at him through my glossy and blurred eyes before I had covered them once more. It was like I was at a low that was worse than any other single low I had ever had. Frank must've noticed. He hesitantly sat down, his weight shifting the bed. "Hey.. Why are you crying baby?.." He had asked gently in a tone that I hadn't heard for years. I looked over at him slowly, my heart racing while my breathing was heavy. I couldn't tell him what I had been doing. I couldn't mention Owen, it wouldn't work out. 

I just couldn't speak. I continued sobbing while holding my body in a curled up, broken position. I could feel Frank's arms wrap around my waist before he pulled me against his liquor scented top. He had rocked me back and forth in his lap gently, resting his head on top of mine. With a soft and kind hum, we stayed there.

We stayed together for once.