Therapy / Why Don't We

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The boys all sat down at a big conference table, all dressed up in presentable shirts and pants.

"Hello, Jack. Good to see that you're back" David said entering the room and hugging Jack, making Jack shift uncomfortably.

"You too, David." Jack mumbled and sat back down.

David began to talk about new songs, new releases, but Jack could not seem to focus. From the corner of his eye, he watched as Zach's hand kept trembling and Jack carefully grabbed onto it, making sure David didn't see.

Jack smiled but not at David, at Zach. Jack looked around and saw how some of the boys hide their smiles of awe towards Jack's gesture.

"Jack, how do you feel about doing your first interview soon?" David asked and placed down the files of Jack's recovery.

Jack's eyebrow cocked up and grabbed onto the file. "Jack-" David began but Jack opened the file.

His eyes widened as he saw that there were some pictures of him from inside he facility, how they had each relapse marked and even more about him that he didn't know himself.

"Why do you have this?" Jack asked as he closed it.

"I'm your manager. I'm suppose to have it, they faxed it back to me." David said and rested his hand on his forehead.

Jack sighed and leaned back. "Okay." He said before he got angry.

"As I was saying, Jack. You don't have to do the interview but we think it'd be a good thing for your comeback into the industry and into the band.

Jack nodded and slouched. "Are they going to asked questions about me being in rehab?" He asked and started to play with his rings.

"Yes, I have the list of questions right here they're going to ask. We can practice answers right now or-" David began but Jack got up and walked out of the room.

Jack shook his head and tears began to pour out of his eyes. He shook his head, gripping his hair, and stressfully rubbing his forehead.

Jack didn't want to be open about what he'd witness in rehab. He didn't want to talk about the things, whether they were good or bad, that had happened to him.

He heard the door quietly open and close. He looked up to see Zach with a worried face standing in front of him.

"Jack- you don't have to do the interview. You don't have to talk about your experiences there. But if you do, I'll be there with you. I will sit in that room with you and the interviewer. I want you to be comfortable. Or you don't have too and no one will hear about how incredibly sober and amazing you are now and I know things like this are difficult to be open about but- I- I believe in you" Zach said kneeling on the ground in front of him, grabbing onto his hands.

Zach kissed both hands and held them in his own. "I only want to see you smile and succeed." Zach said and stood up. "But we have to go back in there. Okay?" He said and Jack nodded his head, standing up.

Both boys slowly walked back into the room and sat in their seats. David's face softened once he saw Jack's tear stained cheeks.

"I- I will do it. But only if Zach is with me." Jack said looking up.

"Okay" David sighed and wrote down something. "Are you guys a 'fling' again?" David asked folding his hands.

"David" Corbyn said harshly and sat up. "We talked about this."

"I know- but I don't get it. Why- how" David said and shook his head.

"They're together, you need to accept them. You're not here for much longer, just enjoy the fact that they're happy together" Jonah said and scuffed.

"Fine, Fine. See you two boys at ten in the morning in this room. Okay?" David said standing up and pointing at Jack and Zach.

They nodded and also stood up, leaving the building.

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