Chris Fehn x Sid Wilson [Oneshots]

Storm☁️

Third Person POV

Sid had always been scared of thunderstorms. From the sudden loudness of a crack of lighting, to the low but ominous rumble of thunder above, it always terrified him. He didn't like admitting it, as he knew the rest of the band would make fun of him for it. But tonight was the worst storm he had ever experienced.

An abrupt and devastatingly loud crack of lightning caused Sid to jolt upright, quickly grabbing and hugging his pillow in his arms as he huddled to the edge of his bed.

He sat there, with his back against the headboard of his bed for a good few minutes, quietly trembling and trying to calm down.

However, another roar of lightning struck, making the DJ yelp out in shock and fear, his hands covering his ears, doing his best to drown out the noise.

Chris was sleeping peacefully in his bed until he heard a loud yelp. He looked up and was surprised to find that it was coming from Sid's room. He decided to go check up on him to see if he was okay.

Chris slowly got out of bed and quietly tiptoed over to Sid's room, before gently knocking on the door.

"Hey, Sid? It's me, Chris. You okay in there?"

Sid's heart was still racing in his chest, his mouth feeling dry for a good few moments, unable to produce a response for a second or two as he heard his bandmate's voice outside his bedroom door.

"...y-y-eah..." he mumbled out a false response, his voice cracking a little, speaking just loud enough for Chris to hear. He didn't need anyone to know about his fear of thunder and lightening.

He remained still on his bed, his hands slowly and nervously moving to hug his pillow close to his chest again.

Chris furrowed his eyebrows hearing the cracking in Sid's voice, clearly indicating that something was wrong. He wasn't stupid, and he had a feeling he knew exactly what was going on with his bandmate.

He let out a small sigh and then spoke up again from outside the door.

"...Come on Sid, I know you're not," he replied in a soft tone of voice. "You don't sound okay, man. Let me in, please?"

"..."

There was a moment of silence, before Sid spoke up again, his words even quieter than before, and quite hesitant. He knew there wasn't any point in lying, especially to one of his closest friends,

"...o-okay..."

Chris let out a small sigh of relief hearing the DJ finally giving him permission to come in. He slowly pushed open the door and quietly stepped inside the room, gently closing it behind him.

Once inside, Chris' eyes immediately landed on the frightened DJ sitting on his bed and clutching his pillow. He walked over to the bed and sat down beside him, his expression shifting to a more sympathetic one.

"...You afraid of the storm, aren't you?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

The smaller male nodded his head slightly, his body trembling a bit.

"...please don't tell the guys about—" he softly began to say, only to be cut off by another booming strike of lightning. It sounded much closer and louder than it originally was, not helping the already-scared DJ at all.

Sid had immediately tensed up, a fearful whimper escaping his mouth as he buried his head into the pillow he held.

Chris slowly moved closer and gently placed his hand on his bandmate's back, rubbing it softly.