Roadtrip Oneshots

Brandy, Nerves

This is a request from fangirllingforlife, I hope you like it! Again, I'm sorry it took so long, but here it is. Let me know if you want anything changed. ❤️
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Andy

My hands had been more jittery than normal all day, a sure sign that something was going to go wrong at some point later.
Maybe it's because we had a show tonight. It was stupid though, because we'd practised excessively for this one, to kick off the tour with a high standard.

But I was so so nervous, and I think Brooklyn could tell.
See, my boyfriend always noticed when something was up, whether it be something small, or something huge. It was just the way he was, and he was always able to calm me down if anything bad happened.

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We'd just finished sound check for the show later, and I knew my performance even then was poor. I'd missed the timings to a few songs and then continued to make small mistakes. They weren't noticeable, but they were to me. I knew I was messing up, and it put me in an odd mood.

I'd left the boys pretty quickly once sound check was over, ignoring them when they tried to catch my attention. I just kept walking, through doors, down hallways...
Until I finally stopped.
Dead end. Oh well. At least it was quiet.

I slid down the wall to the floor, burrying my face in my knees as I tucked them into my chest. My hands were still jittery, and I twisted them together harshly to try to get them to stop shaking.
They wouldn't stop.
My heart pounded harder that normal, but not enough to be concerned about.

I just felt so odd... Why was I feeling like this? We'd performed loads of shows, and only now am I getting nervous.

"Andy?" I lifted my head to see Brook timidly and awkwardly standing in front of me. I sighed softly, but smiled up at him.

Of course he'd come after me. It's what Brook always did.
After I untangled my limbs I patted the floor beside me, and he wordlessly sat beside me. I leaned heavily on him, letting out a deep breath when he wrapped and arm around me.

"Thanks Brooky." I quietly said, still trying to get my hands to stop shaking.

"Anytime Fovvs... so what's up?" He asked, and I closed my eyes. The silence around the two of us was a welcomed change. Especially in contrast to the endless noise that came from the other three boys.

"I don't know. I think I'm just having an off day... like, I'm nervous for the show tonight, but I'm not. If that makes any sense?" I replied, taking deep breaths when I felt Brooklyn cover my hands with his. He squeezed them gently, but they still shook.

"It makes perfect sense." I opened my eyes at his words, a smile breaking across my face when he kissed my forehead. "And everyone has their off days... there's no need to be nervous about later yeah? Just think of it as any other normal show we've ever done." Brooklyn spoke, rubbing his thumb across my shoulder as he spoke.

I sighed then. He was right. But it didn't make me any less nervous.

"I guess so... but what if I mess up? You saw how badly I did in soundcheck Brook... It's going to go just as bad at the show." The words spilled out of my mouth, and I curled further into his side. He rested his chin on top of my head, and just held me until my body stopped shaking.

"Then you mess up. It's as simple as that. But I'm going to be there, and so will the boys. The fans won't care... just like we won't. As long as you have fun... there's no need to be nervous Fovvs." He murmered.
I didn't really pay attention to his words, but his arms around me calmed me down in a way that no one else's could. In a way, it had always been Brooklyn. And it always would be.