(Oh my gosh you guys, you're all so great, okay? I'm gonna try not to talk too much here, but thanks so much for reading, it makes me so happy.)
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Before Joey and Daniel's little Janiel fanfiction adventure, they were on their way to England for Joey's book tour. Joey had been vlogging the vlog that was infamous as the first Janiel vlog.
It was strange, being able to show Daniel to the camera.
Yeah, they still had to wait until the camera was off to hold hands and kiss and stuff, but Daniel didn't have to run and hide any time Joey wanted to film, which was definitely something different.
***
Joey and Daniel filmed a little bit after boarding the plane, Joey doing most of the talking. He explained what was going to happen, and how he felt about the whole situation.
"Ooh, here, let me do a little unboxing of this," Joey told the camera (and Daniel), thrusting the camera into Daniel's hands.
He pretended to be a stereotypical beauty guru, which he knew wasn't nice, because he loved beauty gurus, but it was just for a laugh.
Daniel stopped recording and chuckled a bit, shaking his head at Joey. "You," he began, "are a huge dork."
"I may be a dork, but you're a dork, too, so we can be dorks together," Joey insisted.
"Agreed," Daniel nodded, giving Joey a small peck on the lips.
***
"Look, that's meee," Joey pointed to his picture on the paper.
"Yes, that is yooou," Daniel replied, in the same tone of voice.
They'd gotten a newspaper that had an article about Joey's book in it, and it had made Joey happy, and Daniel even happier, because he got to watch Joey be happy.
"I'm really proud of you, pig," Daniel smiled over at Joey, taking his hand.
***
"You ready?" Daniel asked, looking into Joey's eyes. Joey sensed the slight worry on his face, knowing that Joey definitely wasn't a fan of flying.
"Yeah, all good, I'll be fine," Joey murmured, lying down in his seat. He was woozy–a sign that his sleeping pills were thankfully kicking in.
***
"Look who's sleeping," Joey heard, still half asleep. He opened his eyes to Daniel, giggling and holding a camera in his face. Joey suppressed a groan, and rolled his eyes slightly, feeling that his medication had definitely kicked in.
He murmured a few incoherent words before immediately drifting back off, feeling a faint kiss on the cheek before he fell completely asleep.
***
Joey woke up yet again, a few hours later, unable to breathe.
That couldn't be a good sign.
He sat up, looking around, frantically, tears stinging his eyes, making his vision blurry, which definitely didn't help the situation at all.
Daniel was lying down in the seat next to him, fast asleep.
This was Joey's worst nightmare. Waking up, disoriented, on a flight thousands of feet in the air. He felt like he was dying. He reached into his bag with shaky hands, getting out his Xanax and dry swallowing it, anything to make him calm down enough so he could just think.
The medicine worked, just a little bit, but Joey's mind was not quite at ease. He checked the time and realized that he'd completely missed dinner, but he didn't care. He just wanted to sleep through the rest of the flight, so he wouldn't have to worry anymore. He would wake up, safely on the ground, where he was intended to be.
He thought about everything he was happy about, as he drifted off.
I'm happy about my book coming out. I'm happy about the book tour.
I'm happy about going to England.
I'm sure I'm going to be happy about the food we're going to eat in England.
I'm happy about getting to be with Daniel.
I'm happy about Daniel in general.
I'm happy...
Joey fell asleep after a little while of thinking about the happy things, with a small smile on his face.
***
The happiness didn't last much longer.
Joey was fine for the rest of the plane ride, and he felt okay in most of the car ride to the hotel.
Right before they got to the hotel, Joey felt an awful pain in his stomach. He frowned, closing his eyes and leaning on Daniel.
"Danny, I don't feel good," Joey mumbled, feeling like someone was punching him in the stomach. Repeatedly.
"We'll be to the hotel in about five minutes, then we can go to our room, okay?" Daniel answered, squeezing Joey's hand.
***
"No, the room won't be ready for a few hours," the man at the front desk of the hotel reported.
Joey replied with a nod, and a small groan, stumbling over to one of the sofas in the hotel lobby.
He proceeded to cough a few times, and then pass out, as Daniel watched with worry.
***
Daniel had done everything he possibly could for Joey, gotten him some tea, let him use his lap as a pillow, rubbed his back, but nothing was working. Joey was sick, and it didn't look like it would pass as quickly as Joey wanted it to.
"How did you get so sick all of the sudden?" Daniel sighed a bit, pushing Joey's hair out of his face as he looked down at him.
"I don't kn.." Joey began, thinking back to the plane. "I took pills on an empty stomach."
"Yeah, that'll do it," Daniel murmured, biting his lip and leaning back a little bit.
"I didn't mean to. I woke up and got really scared on the plane and I missed dinner and I really just wanted to go back to sleep, but I didn't want to wake you up, so I just took it," Joey told Daniel, closing his eyes.
It was just about then that the same man from before called them over and told them their room should be pretty much ready. Joey all but ran to the elevator, pushing the button for their floor as soon as Daniel stepped in.
"I'm gonna throw up, I'm gonna throw up, I'm gonna throw up," Joey murmured on the short, but seemingly eternal elevator ride to their floor.
"Sh, you'll be okay, we're almost there," Daniel reassured him.
The elevator doors opened and Joey ran to the room, fumbling with the key and then opening the door.
There were still some people cleaning their bathroom when Joey got inside.
"I need to use the bathroom please," Joey groaned, knowing the puke was coming.
"We need to finish cl-" one of the women started.
"Bathroom, please!" Joey almost yelled, hurrying into the bathroom and kind of shoving the cleaning staff out of the room.
***
Joey came out of the bathroom about half an hour later, to find Daniel lying on their hotel bed.
"Feel better?" Daniel asked, simply.
Joey gave a small nod, and walked over to lie down on the bed as well. He lied right next to Daniel, cuddling up to him, completely ignoring the fact that he was sweaty, and his breath probably smelled horrible.
After a few moments he spoke up.
"I yelled at some nice cleaning ladies," Joey whispered.
Daniel giggled a little. "I'm sure they understood that you were sick once they heard the noises you were making."
"Oh, damn it. I probably look so ugly right now," Joey muttered, looking up at Joey.
"Don't worry–you're beautiful, even when you're violently ill."
