My first request! Yay! Hope you like it, Nonnie ;-)
Prompt: You tried to rescue me from being mugged but instead you got knocked out and I had to take you to the hospital, after my wallet was stolen.
Pairing: Brian Rosenthal x reader
You hurried down the street, looking behind you now and then to see if the person you were running away from was still following you. He was.
You cursed under your breath. You simply couldn't keep your mouth shut when you probably should have, but this time it kept haunting you. Literally.
Today had started great though. You'd only had a class in the morning, one in the afternoon and you had auditioned for a new musical about Harry Potter. Your major wasn't musical theatre or drama, but you still went to the auditions, because come on… Harry Potter? That had your name written all over it!
The audition went well and you and a handful of other students were asked to stay behind to read over a couple of scenes. You didn't know anyone, the other students were all acting majors, so you decided to keep yourself in the background. At the end of the first reading you were told you had a part in the musical, but you needed some work on your vocals if you wanted the part you auditioned for. One of the writers of the show, Nick Lang, told you to ask another student to give you some tutorage, and he pointed towards two boys and a girl. However, they were packing up to leave, so you didn't want to disturb them. You went back to Nick and asked about them, you learned that their names were Joey, Brian Rosenthal and Lauren. As it turned out Joey and Brian shared a dorm not too far from your own, and since Lauren didn't even stay on campus, you decided to give the boys a visit in the morning to ask for their help. But that was the morning, it was already dark outside and you really wanted to go home.
While you walked across the campus and back to your dorm, you'd spotted a freshman in trouble. She was cornered by a tall guy, one you didn't recall seeing on campus before. The guy was making advances on her, blocking her path with his arm. It was very clear she didn't like it and was looking for a way out.
This made you angry and a rush of courage sparked up. Before you could think twice, you spoke up.
"I think it's time for you to leave the girl alone, don't you?"
The guy immediately turned towards you, his eyes roaming over your body, but never meeting your eyes. The girl took advantage of the distraction and bolted away.
"Now l-look what you did," he growled, obviously drunk.
You should've left right then and there. But no, you thought it was necessary to rile him up a bit.
"Me? I did nothing. And you should do the same. Leave this campus, you have no business here."
"Oh, I do have some unfinished business, love. I spent a lot of money on that girl, taking her out to dinner, seeing a movie. You're going to pay me back since you ruined our date."
You snorted. "That was all on you, mate. Go home. Get sober. And try to catch up on how to behave around women. Trust me, you need it."
That was a step too far and you realized it too late.
"I said you are going to pay me back. Now!" he yelled. You looked around but no one was there to help. You could probably make it to the nearest dorm building, at the end of the street you were in. Or you could run back towards the theatre but that could be locked if everyone had left in the meantime. Running was the only option, you weren't that big and fighting wasn't your forte at all. But you were fast. Hopefully fast enough.
The moment the drunken guy leapt forward to grab you, you bolted underneath his arms and made a run for it.
So now you were running down the street, being chased by the Drunk Guy. You knew you couldn't lead him towards your dorm, or else he'd know where you lived.
As the dorm building you were running to came into sight you prayed someone was still awake.
You bolted up the stairs to the front door, but when you were on the upper step, you were grabbed by your coat. You screamed in surprise.
"You were fast, missy. But not fast enough!" he laughed, while pulling you down by your arm. You started calling for help, but a hard blow to your cheek silenced you.
"Shut it!" he growled. For a drunken man he was very coordinated in his movements. Guess he wasn't as drunk as you thought. "Now give me your wallet!"
"What?" you asked, rubbing your cheek with your free arm. It felt like your eye had exploded from the blow.
"Your wallet!" he hissed.
Behind you, you heard a window open from one of the dorms on the ground floor. Both you and Drunk Guy turned around. You expected him to let you go, but he didn't.
A head stuck out the window and you recognized it to be Joey, one of the boys you met at the theatre. Relieved, thinking you were about to be rescued, and by someone you kind of knew, you became bolder again.
"Everything okay there?" Joey asked, but then he recognized you, "Oh! You're the girl from the auditions! (y/n), right?"
You nodded. Drunk Guy squeezed your arm a bit harder and whispered, "Get rid of your boyfriend!"
"He is not my boyfriend," you yelled back, not even trying to keep your voice down.
Joey laughed, while leaning on the windowsill. "Oh, you don't need to explain yourself, (y/n). I won't tell anyone. Just try to keep it down, there are hardworking students here who need their sleep." He winked.
You rolled your eyes. But Drunk Guy squeezed really hard suddenly and you couldn't hold back a tiny squeal.
"You sure you're okay?" Joey asked, one eyebrow raised.
You mouthed 'no' while nodding your head. "Yeah, don't worry. I'm fine."
"Hey Brian?" Joey yelled without looking away, his expression getting a bit more serious.
Brian appeared next to him. "Look who came to visit us!" Joey said a bit too forced. Brian looked at Joey, then at you and finally he laid his eyes on Drunk Guy.
If you weren't in the situation you were in right now, you would probably be mesmerized by his appearance. Back at the theatre, you couldn't get a good look at him but here in the dim light he looked damn good.
Brian smiled and greeted me. "Oh yeah, (y/n) was it, right?" He looked at Joey with questioning eyes and you noticed a silent conversation between the two of them.
Drunk Guy was getting really impatient and you hoped he would just give up.
"What happened to your face, (y/n)?" Brian asked carefully. Your face? You gently touched the side of your face that got hit, and you recoiled from your own touch. Too sensitive. It probably started bruising by now.
"She fell yesterday. None of your business," Drunk Guy answered before you could say anything. God, how long was this guy holding on? If he wasn't keeping your arm in such a tight grip, you would've pulled your arm free and jumped through the window, with Joey and Brian.
"Oh, is that so? Well, Joey, isn't that strange?" Brian asked.
Joey nodded. "Very strange indeed, Brian."
"You see, we saw (y/n) today and spent most of the afternoon and the entire evening with her. And we never saw a bruise," Brian proceeded.
"Not a single one," Joey agreed.
Drunk Guy finally realized what was going on and decided he had enough.
"We got to go," he said and tried pulling you with him. But you weren't making it easy for him, you started struggling and punched the arm that was holding you.
"Hey! Let her go!" Brian yelled, and jumped out of the window into the front yard of the building before Joey could stop him.
Drunk Guy finally let go of your arm and turned to Brian, knocking him out with one blow.
"Oh my god, Brian!" you yelled and fell on your knees beside him, dropping your bag to the ground. Drunk Guy took advantage of that, grabbed your bag and fled.
"Brian?" you tried again, tapping his cheek. Joey came rushing through the front door.
"I'm sorry, I had to grab my house keys or we would be locked out. Jumping out the window is easier than climbing back in. Believe me, I tried once," he chuckled but got serious again when he noticed Brian on the ground.
"We need to get him to the hospital," you said. "Can you take us? That guy took my bag…"
"Yeah, of course. Let me get my car."
While Joey ran towards the parking lot next to the building, you moved Brian so his head could rest in your lap. His eyes fluttered open and you noticed the corners of his mouth twitching.
"I… I sure showed him, huh?" You couldn't help yourself and laughed.
"Hey, you saved me. That's what matters," you smiled, and stroked his hair. But when you realized what you were doing, you held still.
"What's wrong?" Brian asked worried. "He didn't hurt you, did he?"
You shook your head. "No, he ran away with my bag right after he hit you."
"I'm sorry," he said, closing his eyes again.
"You're sorry? I should be the one who is sorry. I led him towards your dorm."
"And I'm glad you did. Who knows what could've happened if you didn't."
"Uhm…" you began. "I'm pretty sure it would turn out exactly the same. He would've still run off with my bag."
"Wow, you're really trying to make me feel better…" he chuckled and opened his eyes again.
Joey arrived with the car and helped you get Brian in the back seat.
He turned to you, "Front seat or do you want to sit with our brave knight over there?"
"I'll sit with Brian if you don't mind," you said, feeling the blood rise in your cheeks.
"Of course, someone's got to keep an eye on him, right?" He winked at you while he closed the car door behind you.
"How are you feeling?" you asked Brian, who was now sitting upright.
"Don't worry about me, how are you feeling, (y/n)? It looks like you took quite the hit," he said while reaching for your face. Somehow he managed to touch you even lighter than you had. It didn't hurt at all. You felt the blush creeping up again, and this time you didn't try to hide it.
"It's nothing. We'll have the same look tomorrow," you joked. Brian laughed, and you thought you heard Joey chuckle too.
"We make a perfect pair," he said, realizing too late what he just said. "I uhm… I mean…" He awkwardly rubbed his neck.
"Relax," you said. "You were out cold for a couple of seconds. I won't hold you responsible for the things you say, promise." He returned your smile. You would do anything to see that smile again. You shook your head, trying to clear it from these thoughts.
"You okay?" Brian asked.
"Yes!" you sigh exasperatedly. "Stop asking me if I'm okay! I am!"
"He can't help it, (y/n)," Joey says with a mischievous look in his eyes, that you can't place. While you drive into the parking lot of the hospital, Brian finally notices where you are.
"The hospital?" Brian asked.
"Where did you think we were going?" Joey asked him. Brian shrugged.
"You were unconscious, Brian. You could have a concussion. We need to be sure," you spoke up.
"Alright," he says. "But only if you get a check-up too." He holds out his hand and you hesitate for a moment before you take it. You tried really hard to ignore the strange feeling in your stomach.
"Are you lovebirds ready to go inside?" Joey yells from the entrance.
Joey drove both of you back to campus. As promised, you got someone to look after you too. Neither of you had a concussion and you were cleared to go home.
When you arrived back at the boys' dorm, Brian turned towards you.
"You need someone to walk you home?" he asked.
"Oh…" you answered. Out of the corners of your eye you saw Joey doing his best to leave you guys alone, but he wasn't very discreet about it.
"Or not," Brian chuckled awkwardly.
"Oh no! No, no! It's not that!" You quickly answer to him. "It's just… I live in the building next door. So it's not much of a walk."
And Brian showed you his smile again. You probably should go home, but you wouldn't mind staying outside a bit longer. You were in excellent company.
"There was something I wanted to ask you, though," you broke the silence. "According to Nick I need some work on my voice-"
"I'd love to," he interrupted me.
"Alright then… I'll see you tomorrow?" He nodded in response and you headed back to your own dorm.
"It's a date!" he laughed.
A date… you liked the sound of that.