The boys next door || completed

The reason

Emily's POV*

I calm my dad down, comfort Alex until he stops crying and can speak in sentences, and then go over to Leondre.

"Leo, I am so, so sorry you had to hear that, please forgive me." I whisper softly.

He cries into the cushion.

I touch his shoulder, and he leans into my hand, so I know he doesn't hold it against me. "Leondre, I'm here and I'm okay and I'm not going anywhere, okay, I'm going to be around for a really long time to annoy the living daylights out of you and make you weird fruit breafasts and make you watch god awful movies and cry at you when I get my period." Something I actually did this time around. "Please, look at me."

He peeks at me, eyes red raw, tears still streaming down his face. "S-s-sorry."

"No, you don't need to apologise, okay, shh, it's okay." I tug on the cushion, pulling it away, hugging him forever.

He stops crying at some point, but neither of us let go.

"I'm okay. You're okay. It's all okay." I whisper, and he tightens the hug.

"Promise?"

"Promise." I confirm, and pull away. I give him a quick kiss, get off the couch and pull him up.

"Finish that later." He mutters, but I pretend not to hear him (he probably didn't want me to) and I hold his hand as we go out to the hall.

"So is there a reason I made this lot all cry?" I ask, and Simon looks down.

"You're joining them on tour."

I stare at them, and Leondre starts choking.

Charlie falls backwards and my dad does a double take.

"You're joking right?" I start laughing uneasily.
The three of them shake their heads.

"Um you know she has major anxiety and will pass out if she plays anything in front of the crowds these guys get." Dad says, looking at me for confirmation. I nod.

"Its basically an impossible feat to pull off."

"Well you better pull it off cause you're going on tour."

"Do I have to play? Can I just... like, sing with these?" I gesture to Leo and Charlie.

"Well you'll be the support act, so yes you can but you'll be doing quite a bit by yourself. About half an hour?"

I almost fall over.

Alex looks at me. "Okay, um how about we talk about this." He lifts me over his shoulder and carries me upstairs.

"I can't do that are they mad?!" I almost shout as he closes my bedroom door.

"Apparently." Alex sits on the bed, his face in his hands. "Wow. You do know if you do this you'll end up back in hospital?"

"I don't think I have a choice." I say darkly, sitting in my desk chair.

"This is ridiculous."

"Tell me about it." I rest my forehead on my desk. "You'll be there though right?"

"Yeah, Leondre said they'll take me as a sound engineer, so I'll be working but will be there."

"I can take ten minutes at a time, go off and come back after a little pep talk?" I try a laugh but it even sounds forced.

Alex looks up. "We can try that, but if it's too much we'll have to take a break after every five minutes."

I nod. "I'll still be taking my anxiety tablets anyway, and it normally reduces the attacks, so hopefully they'll work okay-ish." I try and convince myself, but if I can't even do that how can I convince Alex?

"Hm. Hopefully." He stands, offering me his hand. "Come on."

We go back down, announce that I'll do it and a wave of relief floods through Blair Marianne and Simon, and worry flows through everyone else.

This is going to be interesting...