Chris Fehn x Sid Wilson [Oneshots]

Cold☁️

Third Person POV

   It was quite the cold night.

   The occasional harsh breeze could be heard from outside, forcefully blowing past the trees outside. The rooftops of the houses were covered in a gradually growing blanket of white snow. The worst part was that the hotel they were staying at for tonight had no heater.

   Sid was in his room, quietly shivering and trying to keep himself warm with the few thin blankets the shitty hotel provided them with. He was also trying to fall asleep, but was unable to, due to continuing to tremble from the cold. It was about now that he wished he shared a room.

   He originally had thought he had gotten lucky, being the only one out of the nine not having to share the room with another band member— he wouldn't have to worry about waking up to noisy snoring or someone else hogging the blankets— but now he would have appreciated the extra warmth.

   The DJ continued to lay there, still shivering. He tried to curl himself up into a ball in order to trap as much heat as possible, to no avail.

   Eventually, he sat up and got up from the bed, still shivering. He started thinking about what he could do to try and stay warm, and that's when he had an idea.

   He was going to go to Chris' room.

   He quietly snuck out of his room, reluctantly leaving his blanket behind in his own room, but keeping the warm, oversized hoodie he was wearing, slipping into the dimly-lit hallway of the hotel.

   It was around one-thirty in the morning, so Sid did his best to be as silent as possible, as to not wake up any of the other guys— if they could even sleep through the cold, that is.

   His destination was only two or three doors down, so it wasn't too far. But still, the air in the hallway was somehow more colder than the already-freezing air in his room. He mumbled an inaudible string of curses to himself, before he finally reached Chris' door.

   He raised a hand, about to knock, only stopping when a thought popped into his head.

   'Would he even be awake at this time?'

   He highly doubted it, so instead, he reached into his pocket, digging around it for a few seconds, before pulling out a hair pin. He had seen people unlock doors using such an item, and figured it shouldn't be too hard to replicate.

———

   It took him a few tries, and after a couple failed attempts and silent swearing in the cold, he managed to unlock the door. It swung open with a gentle creak— but thankfully nothing too loud.

   And with that, Sid stepped foot into the room, silently shutting the door behind him and walking towards the bed, towards the two sleeping figures he could make out to be Chris and Paul, each sleeping on each side of the bed, both dressed in hoodies and long pants to counter the cold.

   He conservatively crawled onto the bed in between the two, specifically closer to the percussionist.

   Chris shifted around in his sleep, his eyes slowly opening.

   He sat up, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

   He looked over to his right, to glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table, before turning around, and seeing Sid.

   Chris's half-asleep brain took a second or two to process the situation, before he spoke in a quiet voice.

   "...Sid? What're you doing here...?"

   "I'm c-cold," the smaller man bluntly replied, a slight shakiness in his voice. "Now lay d-down and let me h-hug you."

   Without waiting for a response, he placed a slightly trembling hand onto Chris' chest, gently pushing him back down onto the bed. He promptly joined him, lying alongside his bandmate with his arms wrapped around his torso, quietly murmuring something to himself, as he was finally warm.