Might this be true? *A Brallon fanfic*

CHAPTER 5

Dallon's POV

"Can I ask you something?" Brendon asks. We've been laying on the floor silent for almost ten minutes now. "Sure. Go ahead." I say. Lying isn't an option and I know telling him what he wants to know might help me.

He seems to be afraid to ask his question, but then takes a deep breath: "Why did you do it tonight?"

I keep my eyes closed and start talking: "I have always been extremely insecure. Not only I think I'm not good enough at a lot, I'm just hard on myself for everything. Every time we practice or have a show I feel like I've completely screwed up. I'm a bad bass player and worse, a bad friend.

When we were having pizza earlier, there were lots of silent moments. Normal people don't think it's a problem, but to me it was hellish. My brain started filling with thoughts like 'Why aren't you more interesting?' 'You're so unbelievably boring.' 'How do you even have Brendon as a friend?' and 'You're just a stupid freak.'                                                                                                          That's when I felt like I was going to cry, so I went to the bathroom. I have been doing this to myself for a while now, because it takes that pain, or the voices in my head away from me for a while. 
That's why I did it today."

Brendon placed his hand under my chin and pushed it a little so I wasn't facing the floor anymore. When I finally opened my eyes he was looking into them, his own eyes red from crying, face completely wet from the tears.

"Dal," He said, "even though it's really sad to hear this, I am really happy you told me. I want to make sure in time, no matter how long it will take, you don't feel like this anymore. I need my DalPal to become a happy human. You know, I'll start with a little secret: you're actually the best bass player I know and usually when you think you're messing up, you stick out you're tongue a little, like you're super focussed. It's extremely cute."

Brendon's POV

We kept talking for a while, but were both getting tired. Dallon looked at me with a slight fear in his eyes. "Bren?" He said. "Yeah?" "Could you uhm, maybe drive me home? I really don't think it's a good idea for me to drive right now." 
I smiled. "Of course I can. Let's go."

-

We arrived at his place and I decided to come in with him. I kinda didn't feel like leaving him seen the circumstances. 
"Dallon?" He looked at me and hummed in response. "What about I stay over tonight? I'll sleep on the couch or in your spare room. I just, just don't feel like being on my own either."

Dallon's expression was a mixture of shock and relief. "Sure, you know you're way around the house."

"Sleep tight, Dallon." I said. "If you get sad, remember what I told you. If that doesn't work, just come and wake me up."

"Thanks, Bren. G'night."

Dallon's POV

I woke up at 8 A.M. Since it was quite late yesterday I wouldn't consider that as a good hour.

I opened my eyes and then remembered why I woke up. I could hear strange noises coming from the room next to me, where Brendon was sleeping.

I put on my glasses and walked over to his room.

When I came in I stared at Brendon in awe.

He was in bed, violently shaking and sweating heavily. "Brendon?" I called, but he couldn't manage to speak.

Considering these symptoms and heavy, unsteady breathing I heard when I got closer, I think this is a panic attack. I've had one a few years ago, but it was only once.

I walk over to his bed and lay down next to him. I wrap my arms around him to comfort him. To be sure it helps I still give him enough space. He seems to calm down a little bit. 
All I try to do is keep my own breath slow and steady for him. After a few minutes without change, I think of something else that might help: I start humming a song. 
He stops shaking and starts breathing more steady. He crawls further into the hug and lays his head down onto my chest.

"The heartbeat calms me down." He says. Oh, God, he can talk again. I'm so relieved.

I let go of him and sit up. "Thank you so much." He said. I smile at him: "It's okay. But why haven't you told me about this before?" Brendon sighs: "Well, I just didn't feel like telling anyone. I only get these at night and after a while, they fade. But I'm really happy you helped me this time."

"Do you know why you had it this time?" I asked. He looks scared. "Okay, don't get mad, but I had a dream. You had hurt yourself and it was all my fault. Then I woke up shaking madly."

I hug him once more.

Brendon's POV

It was about noon now and all we did was talk and eat some breakfast.

I started thinking, maybe I had to go home. Tomorrow was our flight to Europe, the tour was starting in two days and I hadn't packed my clothes yet.

Just then, Dallon came to me, after taking a shower. I, myself, was still in the same clothes I wore yesterday.

"Hey, Bren. You wan to help me pack my clothes for tour? I don't know what to wear."

That's actually a good idea, I thought. This way we'll be wearing clothes that match a little.

"Of course! I'll help you if you'll come over later to help me." I smiled.

He winks at me. "About clothes: do you maybe want to borrow some of mine? You can't wear these forever."