Roadtrip Oneshots

Mindy, Can't Sleep

Andy

I said goodnight to Mikey at around 11, feeling absolutely exhausted from the long day we had had.
Since we'd gotten back to the flat Mikey had been editing for the most part, so I had just kind of left him to it.

He's the kind of person that hates distractions while he's working.

But I woke up about twenty minutes ago, about 4:00AM, and I could still hear Mikey clicking away on his laptop.

Had he really been up the whole night editing? We had another really long day of filming coming up today, surely he knew this?

"Have you been editing the whole night?" I yawned as I sat up on one elbow, watching as he slipped his headphones off and turning to face me. He looked so tired, and I felt my eyes water in sympathy.

"No, I tried to sleep about 1 but I-I just couldn't, so I figured I might as well  get some more editing done. I don't know why, I'm just not tired." Mikey mumbled, trying for a very unconvincing smile.

"You realise we have a long day today right?" I replied, concerned about my friend.

I knew that he stayed up late some nights, and even pulled all nighters, but I didn't realise that sleeping was an issue for him!

"Yeah of course, I figured that if I get tired I could just have an early night."

"That's not the point Mikey." I tried to reason with him, but he waved it off.

"Nahh it's fine. I'll manage."

"But you shouldn't have to... If you're having trouble sleeping you should've told us so we can help you." I sat on the edge of my bed, facing Mikey.

"What good will that do? I'll just end up taking pills that'll make it even worse." He snapped, but hung his head immediately. "Sorry Andy." My heart thumped, and I wondered just how long this had been going on for.

"No, it's fine. I shouldn't have pushed you like that... Are you saying that you've tried taking pills before?" I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"When I was 17, mum took me to the doctor, but they just made it worse, and I kept getting headaches whenever I took the pills." I watched as he shut his laptop down and laid down to get more comfortable.

"Sorry mate, that must've been awful." I genuinely felt upset for my friend.

"Hey, its not you're fault Andy. It's just one of those things." He simply said, giving me a small smile.

"So, has anything you tried worked?" I questioned, wanting to do something to help, no matter how small. If it got him to sleep I'd give up anything. I'm just so upset for never noticing that it was this bad before.

"Not really, I haven't touched any pills or medicine since, or seen a doctor." He muttered, rubbing his eyes, and I watched in shock as they began watering.

Only then did I notice the bags beneath his eyes.

"Mikey, is there anything I can do?" I practically begged, feeling my own eyes watering again.
I always got upset if someone I was close to was upset.

He wiped his eyes quickly, and looked at me in such defeat. My heart sunk, desperation flooding my veins. I wasn't tired any more, not after seeing Mikey like this. I wondered how many time he'd laid awake, unable to sleep, while the rest of us slept, completely unaware.

"Mikey." I whispered, and he met my gaze again.

"Andy, why're you crying?" He seemed shocked, but I could still see the tears in his eyes.

"I never knew... you... all those times I was asleep and you could've... I-"

"- No, don't you dare do this to yourself. This was the exact reason why I never told anyone." He said sternly, closing his eyes and hanging his head.

I don't know what compelled me to do it, but I found myself standing up and making my way shakily over to Mikey's bed. I felt the tears drip down my cheeks, but I didn't care. I just needed to be close to him, to show him that I cared, to tell him sorry.

He heard me approach, and gave me a small smile.

"You don't have to... You should get some sleep." Mikey yawned, even though he moved over to allow me to climb in beside him.

"No way, I'm not going to sleep until you are." I said, slipping under the covers and getting comfortable. He lowered his head slightly, nearing my chest, before hesitating.

"It's fine mate. Get comfortable." I murmered as he finally rested his head on my chest, just above my heart. I wrapped an arm around his shoulders, and let the other rest gently on his side. He fisted his hand into his duvet, and wrapped the other around my waist, before sighing.

"Comfortable?" I whispered, letting my head drop gently onto his head.

I felt him nod, and I smiled softly.

"Thanks Fovvs." He yawned, and I felt his grip on my arm tighten somewhat.

"You're one of my best friends Mikey. Anytime." I replied, the tears now having stopped falling.
I wondered what the boys would think if they walked in on us in this position.

Then I decided that I didn't care.

"Hey Mikey... I think we should tell the boys." I spoke quietly, and his whole body tensed in my grip.

"Wait, just... It would be easier if they all knew... Then we can all help you. We all trust eachother Mikey." I soothed, and sighed in relief when he relaxed.

"Okay."

I pressed a brotherly kiss to his forehead and brought my hand up to run it through his hair. He sighed softly.

"Andy?" I heard his voice murmer on my chest.

"Yeah?"

"Can you sing... Just until I fall asleep... I..." He stuttered, before falling silent. My heart melted.

"Of course, I'd do anything for you... For all of you." I promised, and then sung quietly.

Twenty minutes later I heard his breathing even out, finally in a deep sleep. I kept running my hand gently through his hair, smiling softly at his quiet snoring.

We'd get him help tomorrow, once all the boys knew, but for now, I'm happy that I can get him to sleep, even if it's just for a few hours.

I reached gently for Mikey's phone and turned his alarm off, hoping that mine would be far away enough to sleep through.

I decided I didn't care if the boys woke up and found us like this. Mikey's health was more important.

I stayed awake until just after 5AM, before I finally slipped away beside him.

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