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#20 He Tells the Boys Something He Wasn't Supposed To

Ashton (Age 14):

You had just found out you had dyslexia a few days ago. You had been having trouble reading for a long time, and numbers like 2 and 5 and 6 and 9 got mixed up. You were constantly having troubles with them and finally went to the doctors and found out about it.

Your mom had told Ashton, much to your distress. You didn't want anyone to know, it's embarrassing. She told you that it was so if you ever needed help and she wasn't around, Ashton'd be able to do it.

Currently you were working on a reading project, and needed some help on one of the questions, because typing it took forever. You were going to ask if you could say what you wanted to write and have Ashton actually write it.

You grab your laptop and head toward the living room where Ashton was on the phone. You figured he was talking to the boys, and turned to go back to your room and wait when you heard what he was talking about.

"Yeah, and I get a call the other day before I got home that she has dyslexia," Ashton says, "Y/N never told me."

Your eyes widen. "It's not a big deal, she gets letters mixed up, but my mom acted like she had cancer and no one could know."

"Ashton!" You exclaim, shocked that he would do it.

"Y/N?" He asks, confused seeing the shock and pain in your eyes.

You turn and rush up the stairs, tears streaming down your face. "Y/N! Wait! I'll call you back," He says to which ever boy he was talking to and runs up after you.

You slammed your door and slid down the wall next to it. It opened a few seconds later, and Ashton comes in, "Y/N, what's wrong?"

"You weren't even supposed to know!" You exclaim, a sob leaving your body.

"What?" He asks, still confused.

"I didn't even want you to know that I had dyslexia! Now you're going around and telling the boys!" You continue.

"Y/N..."

"It's embarrasing, Ash! I can't even freaking read my book for reading. I was coming down to see if you'd type for me because I can't read! It's like I'm still a first grader!" You exclaim, now ranting.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I didn't know it was such a big deal to you."

"Yeah, because it's not, right? I just get letters mixed up." You say, quoting what he had said earlier.

"I'm sorry, really, I wouldn't have said anything if I had known." He continues.

You sigh, wiping away the tears on your face, "Okay."

He smiles, and wraps you into a hug, "So, how about that homework?"

You laugh, and grab your laptop giving it to him.

Luke (Age 14):

You had recently found out you had social anxiety. Really bad social anxiety. You were so terrified of rejection and people that you couldn't even go get bread in the store for your mom. You had to have someone with you, no matter what you were doing.

You hated going to the freaking bathroom by yourself in public, it was so bad.

Luke had just found out when he had gotten a bit angry at you at the mall and said he'd meet you back in the food court an hour later. You flipped out, apologizing and almost crying because you couldn't be by yourself. You'd be so scared, you'd probably have a panic attack.

You had recently been on tour with the boys, and you were coming out of the bunk area to get a drink one night when you heard him talking to them.

"She never even told me she had social anxiety." Luke says.