|#Wattys2015| HΔNGIN' |Bastille/Dan Smith fanfic|

9. We have to help..

Woody's pov:

I'm so annoyed. This happens a lot. The arguing I mean. Personally I think Dan brings on a lot of it himself with his pessimism, but is it something he just can't help? Can he not try and be positive just for one day? I know that his childhood wasn't perfect but it was better than some kids get. Did something in his childhood trigger the pessimism? Was he born with it?
We don't know and after what happened twenty minutes ago, I don't think he will be talking to me for a while. He was really angry when he left.

When Dan stormed off, Kyle started worrying and wondering why he just left like that, which is understandable, friends care for each other. Will remained rather chilled out and Charlie was just confused. Though now Charlie has gone home and to check on Dan as he lives next door to him.

Once British Airways returned my bag to me after they had managed to lose it again, Will decided to come with me home seeing Dan isn't here to help me anymore. Kyle, Coop, Dick, Mark, Greg, and the rest of the team say their goodbyes and all go home, leaving Will and I together. He picks up my green bag as well as his own and I follow him out of the airport.

"You know, maybe its best if we just don't talk to Dan about his pessimism and stuff" Will speaks up. I agree with him because it would stop all these arguments but what good will it do to Dan? He's letting his feelings eat him inside, its getting him down. Just like that tweet got him down and made him believe it. If that's what one tweet can do, what will happen if we get lots of hate tweets? It'll destroy Dan!

"Yeah but we need to help him before he makes himself depressed Will," I reply sadly. A taxi pulls up and we get in, Will telling the driver the address. Will has gone quiet. The blonde haired driver turns around an his smile only widens. Why?! He recognises us.

"Don't tell me you two are depressed as well?" The guy questions in a strange tone. Personally I think this guy is a tad crazy in the head. He's so cheery! Hang on, stop. Why did he just say 'as well'? Some one else in here must've seemed depressed. But wait Dan got a taxi home so what if it was him?

"You know us?" Will asks the overly cheery driver who shakes his head in response.

"Will and Woody from the almighty Bastille. Dan was in here earlier, I must say if you're all like him then you guys must be one very depressing band." So Dan seemed rather upset when he was in the taxi. Is that because of me? I feel bad now.

"He was crying, really sad, said he had a fight with you Woody" The driver comments. Dan was crying?! I know that it doesn't take a great deal to make him cry but this is my fault! I just really hope he is okay. He'd be home with his girlfriend of four years now, hopefully Jess has cheered him up.

"Yeah. He believed what someone had sent on twitter. He's a very closed person, he doesn't share his thoughts and feelings" I answer.

"He doesn't hide them well either" Will adds. I can agree there. I just wish he would open up to us, we only want to help him.

"Well, I hope he'll be okay. Ten pounds please boys" The driver says and I give him a ten pound note before climbing out the taxi with my crutches.

"And take it easy with your foot Wood!" the driver calls out. I smile and stick my thumb up in response and then Will puts my bag at my front door to mine and Chrissy's house. The brown door opens without us having to knock an there stands my beautiful wife. I immediately pull her towards me, hugging her tight.

"Missed you girl" I mumble into our kiss. We should probably go inside as we are just casually kissing on the doorstep. And Will is here, I don't think he want to see that. I pull away and follow her into the house.

"Aside from stupidly spraining your ankle, did you have a good time?" She asks, moving a piece of her blonde hair from her eyes. Will puts my bag in the hallway before joining us.

"Yeah, had some problems with Dan again though," I tell her. She frowns.

"We need to do something about him, he can't keep being negative through his life. I worry for him." Chrissy tells me, sitting on our sofa next to me.

"We've tried helping, telling him that the bad things the fans say aren't true, telling him to be positive. It doesn't work" Will adds. I nod. Every time we try to help him, it ends up in arguing.

"Helping just turns into arguing" I tell Chrissy.

"Then we need to get to the bottom of this. We need to know what started the pessimism in the first place, we need to discover why he is always sad. We need to get through to him, before its too late."