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Daniels pov
We finish the first Harry Potter movie and Corbyn was still asleep. I hate doing this but I must wake him. It's noon and he hasn't ate anything. I slowly shake him while whispering his name softly. His eyes flutter open and he rubs the sleep away. He gets up and heads for his room. I stop him by putting my arm out in front of him. He looks at me confused and I start.
Me~" Corbyn I understand your upset but you need to eat something." A small tear falls and we head to the kitchen.
Me~ "What do you want?" He thinks for a minute before responding.
Corbyn~ "Soup. But like the way you always make it for us when we are sick or sad." I smile softly at the memories. Jonah and Corbyn do most cooking but I always make the soup for the boys when someone's sick or sad. I barely cook but when I do it's not bad. I don't enjoy it as much as the other two boys do when they cook though. I nod at him and he goes on his phone while I start on my special soup. We call it the "Danny soup". Yeah I know original but it something we all love and I love that we love it. Yeah I'm cheesy but ok then. (Gotta love Danny Boi).
I start on the soup seconds later after thinking. We are kind of like a family. Sometimes I love it. Mostly all the time. Soon I realize that I do this a lot. I space out a lot and I don't think it's a good thing. It's just that one thing/ thought takes me to another. Like thinking about our cheesy name for my soup takes me to think about the traditions we have made in the past year or less of being the family we've grown together. As I think of these things I stand absolutely frozen still. Like I'm in a trance. I've actually scared the boys sometimes. I've noticed, in my observations that I like to do, that it started getting worse when my feelings for Jack grew. There is so much to think about in this world. The boys call it "Space syndrome". My space syndrome is bad as they say. It's only really really bad when I have a panic attack that follows my "trance". They think it might actually be like some hidden disease or something. One time I had made dinner and I started spacing out thinking about the last time I cooked for the boys and the spaghetti I was cooking caught on fire. I almost killed myself and the boys because of my space syndrome. I cried and apologized multiple times but they managed to calm me down before the panic attack got too bad. Realizing again that I've spaced off again, I snap back into reality and continue on my soup. I feel Corbyns eyes burning holes in the back of my head. Spacing out doesn't seem to go unnoticed in the Why Don't We House. Even Logan knows.
I finish my soup and hand some of it to Corbyn who attempts a smile. Faking one to me I smile back and go into the living room to find Jack. I feel somewhat disconnected to him and I wanna fix it. He's laying on the couch with his eyes closed and his arm behind his head. I smile at the sleeping boy and walk over to him. Placing a quick kiss on his temple I back away and head upstairs to check on Zach and Jonah. It's obvious that they have a thing so I make sure to knock. I know I know, they're young but I just want to be polite. Immediately Jonah answers so I know nothing happened. I explain that I made my special soup. At first zach looks confused since no one is sick, but soon remembers Corbyn. They both grab their phones and we head down together. As we reach the top of the stairs I make sure to tell them about the sleeping boy on the couch. Zach giggles and like always Jonah smiles and laughs with him. He looks at him with such admiration. I have no doubts that the older boy loves him. This causes me to space out again and think about their relationship now and I'm the future which causes me to think about jack and mine as well. What if me and jack break up in the future. What if he leaves me. What if I'm not good enough for him. What if he doesn't love me anymore. I feel a slight shaking of my body and I snap back into real life as, what I assume isn't my first tear falls. Jonah and Zach look at me concerned. I try and shake it off by heading downstairs. Tears still trying to fall I hold them back and wipe the remainder of them off my cheeks. The two boys join Corbyn at the table as I serve them soup. I give Jonah the first one and start to pour Zach's. I get the soup in the glass bowl and without realizing it I start to "think" again. By "think" I mean space out. I think once again about my future with Jack. My thoughts are interrupted by a loud crash. I jump with fright and realize what I've done. Zach's soup.
Me~ "DAMNIT!!!" I swear constantly as I pace around the room. Jack runs into the room being awoken by the crash. The three boys that were at the table are now standing. Jack rushes over to me and cups my face. Tears stroll down my face.
Me~ "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I spaced out and I dropped the soup and now there's a mess and I need to clean it and I'm sorry I woke you and I'm sorry Zach for spilling your soup I j..jus..ts c..cannn..t he.lp I.it" I fall to my knees after rambling and jack tries to catch me but fails. Sharp pains fly through my body as the glass hits my knees and thighs. I just cry and cry and blood fills my jeans. The panic attack starts. Jack is down on the floor with me but not completely. He keeps repeating that it's ok and that it's alright. Jonah walks away to the supply closet and gets a mop, broom, and dustpan. Zach joins him for help and Corbyn comes over to me. Jack steps away giving me and corny space. I haven't stopped crying. My vision is all blurry and I can't breathe well. Jack realizes my breathing pace and rushes upstairs. He returns seconds later with my inhaler. The hospital gave it me when I had a bad panic attack a while ago. I take it from him and shake it. Then as I press the button and the chemicals, or whatever's in inhalers, gets released into my respiratory system, I start to relax. Jack brings me to the couch and sits down first letting me cuddle up with him. I weave myself in his lap and soon fall asleep as my breathing rate getting back to normal. As my eyes close I look up at jack. His eyes are coated softly with tears. He really cares. I smile at him and notices he's holding my inhaler. His knuckles are white from squeezing the small tube so hard. I take his hand in mine and he looses up. I feel his shoulders drop and he lets out a deep breathe. I smile at him and he kisses my temple as I did to him earlier. He whispers something inaudible as I fall asleep trying not to "think" anymore. I wish I could just stop.
Authors note
Ok. So this book is an AU. That pretty much means that the characters are real just not the story much. I don't think Danny has an inhaler or stuff like "space syndrome" or anything. Most everything in my book is fiction but hey you gotta have an imagination. It's just a story. Enjoy and thanks for over 10k That's frakin unreal. I love the supportive comments and votes!❤️
