Your Secrets Safe With Me (Brallon)

Working

(a/n: Haha the stress is real)

When I woke up the next morning Dallon, and I were in the same position we had fallen asleep in, tangled together amongst the soft blankets. It was almost like we lived alone, just the two of us, where we could have our own private bubble in the crazy, messed-up world we lived in. It was so calming to watch him sleep. He was so peaceful and relaxed as if there were no sharks behind his eyelids to prey on his happy thoughts. It almost put me back to sleep; he looked that calm. Then I looked up at the clock on the side table.

"Shit Dal! Wake up! It's fucking Monday, and we are going to be fucking late!" I panicked and shot up off the floor, disturbing the boy sleeping next to me as I tripped over the blankets I was tangled in.

It was 7:30, meaning we were super late. Dallon was beginning to stir, and my anxious self was starting to panic. It felt like I couldn't breathe as the walls suddenly began to close in around me. There was no explanation for what was causing this; my knees buckled underneath me as I fell to the floor and curled into a ball. I didn't want to walk in late to class and have everyone stare at Dallon and me, making rude remarks and lewd comments. I could see the people hiding snickers as we walked into class, quickly having to drop Dallon's hand to try and avoid any issues from people. I could hear the wolf whistle come from Jack and Alex as they laughed at the permanent scars I had that partially came from them.

"Bren? Hey babe, you're okay?" I could hear him and see him walking towards me, but my brain wouldn't process anything that he was saying.

It was like my whole world was moving in slow motion as hot tears began to roll down my cheeks and my breathing became rapid. I couldn't control it. The frustration grew inside me and made everything worse; the knot in my chest expanded and pressed on my lungs. The world was collapsing around me, and I had never experienced anything like this before.

"Brendon, babe, you're having an anxiety attack." Dallon simply sat down next to me, keeping a cautious distance between the two of us. "I don't like to be touched when I panic, so it's okay if you just want me to sit next to you. Does that help?"

I violently shook my head no, I wanted him touching me and for there to be no space between us. Lucky for me, we were both still half naked, meaning when he pulled me into his lap and then laid me down on top of him my head could rest comfortably on his bare chest.

"Okay, baby, I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere. Just take your time." He spoke so gently and rubbed patterns on my back.

Slowly, my breathing regulated itself, and everything around me returned to its usual clarity. The love that radiated from Dallon soothed my soul and allowed me to stop freaking out. I still couldn't figure out exactly what had caused me to panic, but with my boyfriend lying shirtless underneath me, doing everything he could to take care of me, it no longer mattered.

"I'm sorry, Dal," I mumbled, feeling my body go limp and sink further into him.

"There's no reason to apologize, Bear, it happens, and I have no problem taking care of you when it does." He rolled over so that we were laying on our sides, his face just inches from mine. "Why don't we stay home from school today? It will be good for both of us to take a break."

"You're just saying that because you have senioritis and don't want to sit in class." I laughed.

"I mean, you're not wrong." He laughed a little, "but I know I could use another day to get my mental health together and I know you're still pretty shaken up about the events of this weekend."

The mood seemed to drop in the room at the mention of the events of the weekend. It made me think of everything that had happened just in the last week as well. Dallon must have noticed the change in my breathing as he gently rubbed my back.