Warnings: Angst, some swearing

Word Count: 1615

"His dressing room is this way," Tyler explained, leading you down a white brick hallway. It looked like the last three that you had walked down.

"How do you find your way around down here?" you asked, fiddling with your ring to keep your hands busy.

"Usually they have signs up, but I guess they don't tonight," Tyler said, looking around confusedly. "We've played this venue a few times though, so I know my way around."

"Gotcha."

Tyler came to a stop at the end of a hallway and held an arm out, "Second door on the right. His name will be on the door. He's going to be so excited to see you, Y/N, I wish I could see his reaction."

"Thanks, Ty. And if I don't see you again before the show, good luck out there."

"Thanks."

Tyler walked off down another hallway, leaving you alone. You wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans and walked towards Josh's dressing room. Just as Tyler had said, his name was printed on a sheet of paper stuck to the door. It was open just a crack, so you slowly pushed it open so as not to alert him that you were there.

Your stomach dropped as soon as you got a good look in the room. His back was to you, mostly because he was currently preoccupied with the half naked girl in front of him. Their lips were pressed together, Josh's hands freely roaming her body. You recognized the girl, she was a member of the stage crew. She had always been a little too comfortable with Josh in your opinion, now you knew why.

You stood there in shock for longer than you would have liked, watching as they paid no attention to the world around them. Josh didn't have any idea that you were there, and you decided to use that to your advantage while you still could.

"Who was that?" you heard Josh ask.

Tears clouded your vision as you walked quickly down the bare hallway, wrapping your arms tightly around your body for some form of comfort. There weren't any signs indicating where Tyler's dressing room was, so you were wandering around aimlessly, hoping you might stumble across it.

A large security guard stopped you as you rounded one of the corners. He looked stern, but once he saw that you were bawling, his expression softened a bit.

"Are you lost?"

You nodded feebly, "Tyler. I need to see Tyler Joseph."

"Do you have authorization to be back here?"

You dug around in your pocket for your authorization pass; you had learned a while ago not to wear it around your neck, desperate fans would grab for it.

"This way," the security guard said, leading you down a hallway that looked like all the rest.

Tyler's dressing room door was wide open, revealing him walking around and doing vocal warm ups. You thanked the security guard before walking into Tyler's room and closing the door behind you.

"Woah, what happened, Y/N?" he asked.

You were sobbing too hard to get any words out, so Tyler walked over and wrapped his arms tightly around you. He swayed you slowly back and forth.

"Josh...cheating..." you finally managed to choke out between sobs.

Tyler stopped swaying for a moment, "Wait, he's cheating on you?"

You nodded against Tyler's button up shirt that was already stained with your tears. It was a good thing that he wore a suit jacket over it while he performed.

"I'm going to kill that son of a bitch," Tyler muttered under his breath, although you knew that he didn't totally mean it.

You held onto Tyler tightly, as if he was the only thing keeping you from spiraling completely. After all, you had just lost what you thought was the most important thing in your life.

Footsteps became audible outside the hallway. If it was Josh, you didn't want to see him so you squeezed your eyes tightly and turned more into Tyler's chest. You felt childish, but you knew that seeing him would only cause you to feel worse.

"Tyler," Josh said. You could tell he was out of breath. "Was Y/N here-" he stopped mid-sentence.

"Yeah, she is," Tyler said, a venomous undertone to his voice.

"Y/N," Josh said. You could hear him walking closer, causing you to squeeze Tyler just a little bit tighter.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Tyler said, one of his arms pulling away from you.

"Twenty minutes until showtime," someone called as they passed the room.

"Please, Tyler, I need to talk to her."

"Do you see her, Josh? I don't think you should be around her right now."

You leaned back from Tyler, wiping away tears despite the fact that they were still falling from your eyes.

"It's fine. We need to talk," you said.

Tyler looked at you with raised eyebrows, "Are you sure?"

You nodded, "I'll make sure to be back here before you have to go on."

Tyler nodded and let go of you. You walked out of the room with Josh, making sure to stay a solid couple of feet away from him. He started to walk down the hall towards what could only be his dressing room, but you stopped him.

"No, we're talking here."

"Don't you want to be somewhere a little more private?"

"No. I want Tyler to be in earshot."

"What do you think I'm going to do, Y/N?"

"Doesn't matter. You lost all the trust I had for you so we're going to stay right here."

Josh opened his mouth to protest, but he quickly realized that would be a losing battle. You had made up your mind, and it wasn't changing.

"Start talking," you said, crossing your arms.

"I'm so sorry. All of that, it doesn't mean anything. It's just that being on the road is hard and I get lonely sometimes," he said, lowering his voice. "I didn't think it was a big deal."

You studied Josh, looking for any hint that this was all some prank. He seemed serious, and you wondered how this was the boy that you had fallen so head over heels in love with. Right now, it felt like a stranger was standing in front of you.

"Are you kidding me?" you said, your voice a bit louder than you would have liked. "What do you think I do at home while you're on tour? Have parties every night? No! I get just as lonely as you do, and I don't even have anyone at the house with me. You have Tyler, at least. God, Josh. And not a big deal? Did you forget that we're engaged? Just because you're some big rockstar doesn't mean that you get a free pass to cheat on the person that's going to be your wife!"

Josh sighed, "I didn't think you'd find out."

"Ten minutes until showtime!" someone called.

"Yeah, well, surprise. I showed up to the middle of your tour because that's what people that love--loved--each other do. You're awful, Josh."

You turned and walked back to Tyler's dressing room. The overwhelming sadness that you had felt had been replaced by pure rage. It was hard to believe that you were ever going to marry Josh.

"How was it?" Tyler asked, adjusting his tie.

You mumbled a string of curses under your breath.

"That good, huh?"

"So much for marrying the love of my life," you grumbled, pulling the diamond ring off of your finger.

"Well maybe the show will cheer you up. I still have a spot saved for you."

"I'm sorry, Ty, but I can't stay. Not after what happened. I'm going to catch a cab back to the airport and take the first flight back home."

"Where are you staying?"

You sighed, "You're right. I should catch the first flight back home to my parents for awhile."

Tyler nodded, "You're free to stay with me when you get back. I can help you get back on your feet."

"Thanks, Ty. It's good to know I still have someone who has my back."

"Of course," he turned around and smiled at you.

"It's go time! Tyler! Josh! Let's get moving!"

"You're going to do great tonight," you smiled. "And thank you for everything. It was nice to see you again even if things didn't turn out as planned."

"It was good to see you too. Let me know when you get, well, wherever you're going," Tyler said, giving you a tight squeeze.

"Will do."

Tyler grabbed something from beside the door and waved at you before running off down the hall. You took a seat on the couch in his dressing room and waited until you heard their music start blaring in the distance.

You got up and took your time finding your way back to Josh's dressing room. It was empty now, save for the things that he had requested: snacks, music, and the like. You pulled your wedding ring back out of your pocket and set it on the dressing table next to his discarded shirt. It was one that you had gotten him for his birthday a year or so ago, he had loved it.

You quickly collected your suitcase from Tyler's dressing room and found your way back outside the venue. It was significantly darker than when you had arrived, but it didn't cause any problem with signaling a taxi.

"The airport, please," you said, buckling yourself up.

"On it."

You leaned back and took a deep breath, finally allowing yourself to process everything that had happened in the last hour.