Roadtrip Oneshots

Brandy, Sore Throat

Andy

I had felt it coming on for weeks. We had been singing so much recently, and I knew that it was only a matter of time. I could hear that my own voice was getting strained from all the notes I had to hit, but I kept pushing myself. Once we'd got these next few days done, I wouldn't have to sing for a week, and that meant I had plenty time to recover.

I didn't realise that it would catch up with me so soon.

We still had two days left to get all the covers done, and my throat felt like it was on fire.
No... I would have to suffer through it.

"Andy... Are you ready to leave?" Brooklyn asked as he pulled on a coat.

I nodded, trying to save my voice as much as possible.

"Are you alright? You're kinda quiet today mate." He asked, throwing me my jacket.

"Got a bit of a headache." I lied smoothly, cringing when my voice cracked towards the end, but luckily Brooklyn didn't notice. I sighed in relief, massaging my throat.

***

Singing was absolute torture. We'd started with group harmonies, but I could feel my voice getting weaker. To sing at normal level I had to sing slightly louder... I hated to know how loud I'd have to sing to hit my notes later.

I volunteered to go last, which earned me some odd looks, but I couldn't care less. I excused myself and helped myself to five glasses of water, the cool liquid giving my throat some respite from the incessant burning.

"What's really the matter with you Andy?" Brook appeared in the doorway as I turned, and I sighed.
I pointed to my throat and shook my head, hoping he understood. His eyes went wide.

"Why didn't you just stay home? You realise that we don't have to get them all done today right?" I gave him a look and brushed passed him, hoping that my throat would last the rest of the day at least.

***

The first few songs went by fine. My voice only cracked once, but it was on a retake which we didn't necessarily need to use. I rubbed my throat uncomfortably, wishing that I had thought to bring myself a drink.
The booth door opened to reveal Brooklyn, holding two cups of water. I ran over to him, apology in my eyes, and he nodded.
I took them both and slowly sipped on one, placing the other down on the side.
He then left, but not before giving me a look that said don't push yourself too hard.

Mid way through the last song my voice cut out completely.
I tried but I couldn't make a single noise. All the boys looked over, Brooklyn's face being slightly exasperated.
I hung my head as I left the booth, not wanting to meet the looks from the other boys.

"What happened?" Jack asked as he stood up. I did the same thing I did with Brook. I pointed to my throat and then shook my head.

"What he means, is that his throats been hurting for days and he didn't tell anyone." Brooklyn spoke for me, and I glared at him. I swallowed sharply, wincing at the pain. I massaged my throat again, closing my eyes as I slumped down.

"Why didn't you tell anyone Andy? We could've post poned the studio if you knew you weren't feeling great." Mikey commented from across the room.

I shrugged, not really knowing how to answer. I couldn't either, so I don't know why I bothered to think of one in the first place.

***

We left the studio fairly quickly after that, and Brooklyn, being the lovely man that he is, made us stop at the shop and bought me a bottle of water and something for my throat.
I pulled him in for a quick hug and then carried on walking, hoping that he understood my gratitude that I couldn't verbally express.

I caught his gaze as he smiled, so I guess we were good.
I felt awful about the way I'd brushed him off earlier. He had been right though. I shouldn't have pushed myself so far.
I couldn't even whisper.

I sipped the water the rest of the way home, and when I got in I took the medicine that Brook had picked up for me.

We watched Netflix for the rest of the day, and as it neared midnight the boys drifted back to their own rooms one by one, Mikey gravitating and passing out on his bed across the room from mine. Me and Brook ended up being the last ones awake, so I wordlessly invited him to join me.
I pulled out my phone and began typing.

I didn't mean it earlier. I'm sorry about the way I treated you and I feel horrible.

I handed my phone to him and watched his facial expression change as he read it. His eyes softened.

"No worries Andy... We all get frustrated when we're I'll. I don't hold it against you." He reassured me, and I sighed in relief.

"Now go to sleep Fovvs... You need to get that voice of yours back or it's going to be strangely quiet around here for the next few days." He joked. I laughed, but again, not a single noise.

I laid my head on his chest, knowing that he wouldn't mind. The five of us had fallen asleep on eachother at least once before, so by this point no one really cared.
We were best friends, and that holds a lot of weight with us boys. We trust eachother, and usually don't keep secrets.

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it once, trying to show my gratitude again. He chuckled. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and held me, even long after I fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning his head was rested lightly on mine, and I grinned.
I fumbled for my phone and took a selfie, not caring about my hair or how tired I looked, and posted it on twitter.

(Again, imagine a cute picture with Brooklyn and Andy cuddled up together with Brook asleep)

To Brooklyn, one of my best mates in the whole world, thankyou so much for everything you've done for me so far. And that goes for the rest of the boys as well. I love you all, my brother's. - Andy❤️🌵

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