Justin x Oliver Oneshots

𝐃𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐭

Song Requested by @svsnxbs Enjoy! 

Justin's P.O.V.

I came home to my family, excited to see them and have some down time. I was there for a couple of days before I got a message from an old friend who heard I was in town. All of the old faces, well-known streets and memories resurfaced and I had to get out of there. 

I never wanted to see those people again and if I stuck around, they would come looking. They were the type of people everyone wanted to be around, but if you did end up their friend, you'd realize their glory is completely fake. 

They got jealous easily and always had toxic relationships. Not to mention, there were so many backhanded comments that came with everything they so much as uttered. If they didn't say it, you could see it on their faces. 

I hated how their words had gotten to me in the past. I hated how they thought their lives were the most difficult to live and that no one else had problems. I hated how self centered they were. 

I hated that I felt like I had to live up to their standards.

So I left. 

When I arrived, the house was unusally quiet as everyone was visiting family. Normally, the place buzzed with energy, loud voices and music. I called out seeing if anyone was home. I heard movement, then footsteps coming down the stairs. Moments later, Oliver appears. 

"Hey! You're back early, how was your trip?" Oliver took one of my bags from me.

I hesitated, unsure if I should tell him or not. Kicking off my shoes, I respond, "It was.. fine."

I dropped my bag next to my shoes and moved to the couch, sitting down and pulling a blanket over my shoulders.

"Fine, huh? Oliver set down my other bag and joined me. "That doesn't sound convincing."

"It doesn't matter, really." 

Oliver gave me a knowing look, but didn't press further. I managed a small nod and retreated to my room, hoping I just needed some time alone to calm down.

Third Person P.O.V.

Over the next few days, the NSB house came alive with its usual energy. All of the boys were back from their trips home and filming picked back up along with recording music. As they worked throughout the day, Justin tried to fake energy for each task. 

When the cameras were recording, Justin smiled as much as he could, cracking jokes and messing around. But on the inside, Justin was stressed out of his mind. There was so much to do mixed with the fact that his old 'friends' were messaging him non-stop.

He could feel the anxiety burning in his chest, making every move a bit more forced and difficult. Even now, the creative process of making music was doing little to distract Justin. He only felt overwhelmed, unlike the usual feeling of freedom music normally brought him.

After filming and recording wrapped, the group found themselves in the kitchen. Darren was cooking while the others joked around, taking shots and dancing along to the music radiating from the speakers. Justin, however, felt the familiar burning and tightness in his chest returning. The noise and energy only continued to overwhlem his senses. The smell of the food was suffocating him, the temperature in the room was too fluid and the sound of voices mixing with music was flooding his mind, making it go haywire.

The scene in the kitchen mixed with other memories from his hometown. Blaring music in a bar. Voices trying to be louder than each other. Obnoxious laughter that sounded fake. Then there were drinks spilling and yelling matches. Accusations and rumours flying around each other.

So Justin retreated to his room, slipping away when no one was looking. In his room, Justin sat on the edge of his bed, his breathing shallow and uneven.  Everything from the past few days collided together, causing Justin to panic.

He tried to hold his hands in place, wanting them to stop shaking. His vision blurred from tears and he felt like the room was tilting. As Justin cried, he couldn't breathe. The air getting caught in his throat, not moving in or out. 

That's when Oliver came in. Justin had sunk down to the floor at this point. His knees were pulled to his chest and his fists were clenched, his back to his bed. He didn't look anywhere in particular, lost in his thoughts. 

Oliver rushed to Justin, kneeling in front of him and taking his shaking hands into his own. "Justin?"

Justin only looked at him. He tried to speak but he couldn't, as if the air caught in his lungs were pushing back against his voice. 

"Hey, hey. I'm here ok? You're safe." 

Justin finally gasped, letting out a few words with it. "I- I can't breathe."

"It's ok, I promise. I'll help you through it." Oliver takes a seat next to Justin. "Can you breathe with me?"

Justin nods slightly, trying to let out another breath. Oliver takes one of Justins hands and places it on his own chest. 

"Breathe in, like this." Oliver takes in a deep breath, keeping Justin's hand in place so he can feel it. "And breathe out like this. "

Justin tries to copy and he gets there, but the breath is ragged. They sit there for moments at a time, Justin copying Oliver's breathing to a certain extent. Eventually, Justin's breathing returned to normal and he rested his head against the bed, exhausted and shaky.

"I'm sorry," Justin whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Don't apologize," Oliver said firmly. "I get it."

Justin lifts his head, looking over to Oliver. "Really?"

Oliver doesn't look at Justin, but he responds. "Oh yeah, I used to get them all the time. Especially when me and Sebastian were filming before NSB.I remember being so scared the first time I had one. It felt like the world was ending and I had no one there with me."

"I'm so sorry." Justin leaned closer to Oliver.

"Don't be," Oliver glanced at him. "It's not like it was your fault. And, on the plus side, I can help others who are going through it. Like you. Whatever's going on, you don't have to go through it alone. I'm here for you, whether you want to tell me everything or keep it all to yourself. Just take it one step at a time."

Nodding, Justin's eyes filled with tears once more, not from fear but from the relief of not having to bear the weight alone. A tiny flicker of hope came to him for the first time in days. With Oliver's help, he gave himself the chance to breathe, both physically and emotionally.

"Now," Oliver turned himself to face Justin again, "Is there anything you need? Besides rest, that is."

Justin hesitated, glancing up at Oliver before looking down again. His voice was barely above a whisper. "Can I...can I just have a hug?"

Oliver paused for a second then, pulled Justin into a hug without a word. 

"Thanks, Oli," he murmured. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You don't have to worry about that," Oliver said, his voice almost a whisper as he played with Justin's hair. "I'm not going anywhere."

Justin exhaled shakily, leaning into Oliver's touch. "Thanks, for being here."

Oliver rested his chin gently on top of Justin's head. "You don't have to thank me. I'll always be here for you, okay?"

In Oliver's arms, the panic and stress faded into the background, leaving only a sense of comfort.