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Natalie’s POV

I woke up the next morning to the sun creeping it’s way through the room’s curtains and a warm body clinging to mine. No shit, Brendon’s arm was slung securely around me, and his legs were wrapped around mine too. I smiled, then gently nudged him.

“Morning sleepyhead.” I whispered as one eye opened and focused on me.

“Morning.” He replied, snuggling in deeper. I sighed. It was nice, I admit. “I’m still sleepy.”

“Aww,” I cooed, smoothing his hair.

“Oh thanks, considering it’s all your fault.” Brendon chuckled, leaning up on his elbow.

“My fault?” I laughed.

“Yes!” He replied, kissing me softly. “You kept me up way past my bedtime.”

I giggled and returned the kiss. “And you loved every minute of it, until you fell asleep.” We giggled together.

“I’m really sorry.” He laughed, puckering his lips and kissing me again.

“It’s cool. I understand.”

“Good. And now that we’ve got that clear...” Our lips met again, and he kissed me harder, adjusting his body so that it hovered over mine. I was more than happy to comply, but according to the clock, we were running on limited time.

“Mmm, sounds nice. But look at the time, we still have to shower...”

“Then we can multi-task.” Brendon said, getting up and pulling me with him. “Before we... I didn’t, take care of you properly last night.”

I glanced at him curiously as we walked to the end of the bed and he sat me there. I didn’t fully understand until he knelt down in front of me and hooked his arms under my knees.

We didn’t ever make it to the shower…

After we finished, Brendon called for the bellboy to come get their bags, and we headed into the elevator. He was silent, but really touchy feely. Stroking my arms and hair, biting his bottom lip, and I swear his hand was getting sweaty.

“Are you okay?” I asked raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, yeah...” He breathed with a wide smile, clutching my hand and shuffling his feet on the floor.

I brushed my free hand against his cheek to try and comfort him. “Are you sure? You don’t get nervous on elevators, do you?”

He shook his head effusively. “Nat, I...” And then he clammed up again, biting the lip.

“What?” I asked slowly. “You’re creeping me out a little here.”

“Oh no! That’s not- wannagotoitalywithme?” He blurted, clenching his eyes shut and gripping my hand a little harder.

I didn’t know what to say. I mean, I knew he’d just asked me to come along to Italy with him, but I honestly didn’t know how to answer. Was I going as his friend? Was I going to work? I damn sure wasn’t going to be his fuck buddy, because well, we ALL know how well that worked out...

“Just... just think about it? We’re leaving tomorrow and all so you kinda have to hurry, but think about it and let me know.” He added, smiling nervously.

I smiled and nodded, squeezing his hand reassuringly as the elevator came to a stop in the lobby and the doors opened.

Brendon sighed and gave me another big smile as we exited the elevator and headed to the parking lot.

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William’s POV

The next morning I was not a happy camper.

After Taylor left I turned off all the phones and drowned my sorrows in the minibar, drinking myself into a stupor. I don’t know why I just let her go the way I did, when I could’ve easily told her that I love her and kept her with me. Deep down I knew it wouldn’t have been right. I don’t ever plan on leaving Christine alone with my kid, and Taylor was too good to be my side dish.

With a sigh, I got out of bed with my pounding headache and starting packing my suitcase. I knew there wasn’t any aspirin in the room, and just looking over at my fully clothed and snoring bandmate I could tell he’d had one hell of a night too so I picked up the phone and asked if room service could bring up a bottle. As soon as I hung up, Mike stirred and groaned, tossing and turning in the bed before hopping up and dashing into the bathroom.

I sighed again and tossed an unfolded shirt into the case and went to tap lightly on the door.

“You cool? I’ve got aspirin coming.”

I was rewarded for my concern with the sound of him spilling his guts into the toilet. I shook my head and answered the knock at the door, taking the aspirin and popping two, leaving it on the dresser for Mike when he emerged.

He came out groaning, dragging himself back to the bed.

“I’m not the only one who had a rough night I see.” I said softly, shaking my head and continuing with the packing. “Aspirin’s on the dresser.”

He grumbled a ‘Thanks’, and took a couple pills.

“We’re leaving in about - two hours you know.” I told him. “What time did you get back?”

“About two hours ago.” He mumbled from under a pillow.

Knowing Mike the way I do, I automatically knew something wasn’t right.

“What happened?”

“Nat happened.”

I groaned this time. “Join the club. Taylor happened too. Guess they’re friends for a reason.”

“But I bet Taylor didn’t slap you in the face in front of everyone.” Mike replied, sitting up slowly.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed as I noticed the small hand imprinted on the left side of his face. “What the hell did you do, Mike?”

“I was drunk and mad, you do the math.” He scoffed and rubbed his face. “I need a shower.” He added, and I watched as he grabbed some clean clothes and slunk into the bathroom.

I finished packing and closed up my suitcase, deciding I would let him be for a while. Really, now that I was sober; I needed to think. The next few days weren’t going to be easy. Fuck, why couldn’t I just have told her that I loved her?

I shook my head.

That would have only made it worse. And besides, I still had Christine, right? I really loved her didn’t I? Yeah, I mean... She was having my baby. I figured if I kept telling myself that, it would eventually sink in.

I sat there long enough for Mike to finish his shower and come out of the bathroom. “How did it go with Taylor, by the way?” He asked.

I sighed and grumbled, “It’s all over with Taylor. That’s how it went.”

“Damnit,” Mike sighed while rubbing his face. “What is it with these girls?”

“Who knows? But I’m willing to guess their new little friends did little to help the situation.” I muttered bitterly. I sat back and thought about the night I saw Taylor with Ryan, smiling when she had been so angry with me earlier.

“Well, I do know Urie helped. And I know exactly what happened after Nat broke up with me... Or whatever the hell that was.”

“Was Taylor there?”

“Yeah, she was at the bar drinking...” Mike trailed off.

I cleared my throat and tried my best not to sound miserable. “She wasn’t alone. Was she?”

Mike shook his head slowly. “No...”

I huffed and looked away, out of the window. There was no telling what that little shit Ryan was putting into her head. I guess it was enough to take her away from me though…

“Ross was with us until she showed up. Nat showed up a little while after that.” He gulped.

I didn’t have anything to say. We were over. If she wanted to waste her time on him, well... she was free to do just that. “And how you feel now you’ve been broken up with?” I smirked at him.

“Like shit. It wasn’t nice, man. But - I guess she was right after all...” He paused, throwing his clothes into his suitcase. “I just wanted to have a little fun and I end up humiliated in front of everyone, a handprint on my face, and one hell of a hangover!”

I smiled. I didn’t want to laugh, but it wasn’t easy. He was fuming. Besides, the way I was feeling, like I’d been dumped in the worst way, I deserved a laugh.

“Well, it’s almost over. No more Panic. No more girls.” I sighed regretfully.

“Yeah, I know,” Mike dropped himself on the bed again. “Just remind me to never do this again.”

“No kidding!” I laughed. “Good thing we’re taking a break when we get home. We just need to put this whole shit behind us before we go back out on the road again.”

“Yeah, it doesn’t make it less frustrating though. I need food, want something?”

“Nah.” I answered shaking my head. “Just ready to get out of here.”

Mike shrugged and ordered his meal before going back to packing. I got up and stared out of the window defeated, thinking how this was not the way things were supposed to turn out.

After Mike’s meal, we dragged ourselves downstairs. Mike instantly disappeared as soon as Nat and Brendon came in, I just shrugged, walking to Sisky, who was waving at me. After a small chat and being joined by Jon Walker, we walked outside and climbed in on the first available van. As soon as I stepped in, I felt my stomach sink and twist, thankful of my decision not to eat cause I would’ve puked right there and then: Taylor was there, on the backseat, leaning her head against Ryan’s shoulder, both wearing shades so I couldn’t see if they were awake and looking or not. But none of them said a word, so I slapped myself out of the shock and sat down.

Just one more show, I said to myself. One more show, one more night and this will be over. Hang on there for 12 more hours and then go back to your life, your girlfriend and your kid. That’s all I needed, to hold on for 12 more hours.