Roadtrip Oneshots

Randy, ADHD

This was a request from StrangerShelzba... I hope you enjoy it! ❤️
Sorry if I butchered it at all! 😂❤️ Xxx

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Andy

The minute I woke up I knew that it was going to be a bad day for me. Every time I set a task for myself I kept getting distracted, by literally anything. A noise from outside. My phone buzzing. The boys yelling down the hallway. And I also knew it was going to be a bad day because I hadn't stopped pacing around the flat for about twenty minutes. I just need to keep moving... do something.

None of the boys had yet to notice, perhaps because they were all too busy sorting themselves out for the day.

I knew the signs well enough by now. Any problems paying attention on one thing?
Check.
Completely excessive activity?
Check.

"Babe? There's fans outside... are you coming out with us?" Rye walked up behind me, pecking my cheek.
I hid my initial recoil buy turning around and hugging my boyfriend. I hadn't heard him walk in the room. And also, when had I stopped moving?

"Yeah... I'll be out in a second, lemme just change." I shook my head into his chest as I pulled away, making sure that I was focusing intently on grabbing that specific hoodie, that clean pair of jeans, and not picking up something random because I'd got distracted; that had happened before, and I had paid severely from the boys... they'd never let it go.

"Do you want me to wait?" He kissed my forehead when I turned back around, the right clothing in my hands.

"No no, you guys all head on down. I'll be there in a bit. I just need to get changed, there's no need to wait or anything. Just head on down and I'll join you guys in a bit." I rambled, knowing that it was another clear sign, and Rye looked at me oddly. I held my clothes to my chest.

"Are you alright? Look, if you're having an off day you don't have to come outside. We can stay in." Rye said softly, cupping my cheek with his hand. I smiled at him, but walked off and headed towards the bathroom.

"I'm alright... I'm good!" I called over my shoulder, feeling a bit bad for not completely answering him, but I carried on regardless. I wasn't going to let those fans outside down by not going out, that wasn't me.

"I'll see you downstairs Fovvlar!" He shouted as I shut the door, but I didn't reply. Already I was stepping out of my pyjamas and climbing into the clothes I'd brought in with me. Brushing my teeth, I was suddenly glad that I had decided to have a shower last night.

But just as I was about to leave the bathroom I caught sight of my pills in the cabinet, and they made me freeze in my tracks. Whenever I had an off day, I was supposed to take one of the pills. Doctors orders; and Rye's.

It was just a few fans... I could handle that. And it's not like they were going to be there for too long, so I shouldn't worry, really.

And plus, the pills themselves make me drowsy, and irritable, and I don't like snapping at the fans. I hated it, and always felt guilty afterwards.
It wasn't my fault, but it was at the same time. Because I couldn't control myself.

I ended up not taking one of my pills. And on hindsight, that was probably the worst decision I could've made.

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I knew from the second I had started a conversation with one of the fans that this wasn't going to go as planned. The girl had frowned straight away, and it occurred to me that I had no idea what the hell I was saying.