Josh Dun x Reader

Safe

Warnings: Mentions of depression, minor angst

Word Count: 1858

You checked your phone again, hoping that maybe this time his name would be on your screen. If it was any other day, you would have brushed it off as Josh being busy and that would be that. Your day would have gone on as normal.

But this wasn't any other day.

You had woken up to a voicemail from Josh that morning. Normally the phone call would have woken you up, but in your tired state you had left your phone in the living room the night before. This was a decision you would come to regret, even if you hadn't done it on purpose.

The voicemail was short, maybe thirty seconds at most. It started quietly, but you could just make out the sound of what could only be Josh crying. This was followed by a whisper of, "I need you right now." You had felt terrible the second that you head heard it, knowing that Josh had been in pain and you hadn't been there to comfort him. Had you answered the call, you would have been over to his house in seconds.

Of course, that was what you had done immediately after the voicemail ended. You had gotten into the car without a second's hesitation. All that was on your mind was getting to Josh and making sure that he was ok. That would be followed by a profuse apology for being an idiot and leaving your phone out of earshot.

Unfortunately for you, he didn't answer the door. You stood outside in the cold until you could hardly stand it anymore, holding out hope that he was just being slow. It wasn't until you could barely curl your fingers into a fist to knock again that you got back in the car and headed home again.

Hey, I got your voicemail. I'm so sorry that I didn't hear your call last night, left my phone in the living room like an idiot. Just wanted to check in and make sure you're ok. Text back soon, please. Love you!

That was the text that you had sent nearly three hours ago. He still hadn't answered, and you were beginning to wonder if maybe you had done something wrong. The worry was pressing down on your chest like a weight and you knew there wouldn't be even a bit of relief until you heard from him.

Your phone buzzed and you lunged for it, but it only turned out to be an email notification for something you had ordered. Good news, to say the least, but it wasn't the news that you were looking for. You were trying your best not to be the overbearing partner, but calling Tyler to see if he knew anything was very tempting.

A car door slammed outside, sending you running across the house to try and get a glimpse of who it was. You should have expected it to just be another of your neighbors' friends. If Josh wasn't answering your texts, then he certainly wasn't going to show up unannounced at your house.

That was the final straw. You weren't going to spend the rest of the night jumping at any little noise in hopes that it was Josh and being worried sick about him. Knowing that he was safe was worth the risk of him being mad at your for a little while. You just hoped that Tyler would provide some reassurance.

"Please pick up," you muttered as the phone rang.

"Hello?" he answered after a few rings.

"Ty, hey. Do you have a minute to talk?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Have you heard from Josh lately?"

"Last time I talked to him was last night, why?"

"I'm worried about him. He called me in the middle of the night last night and he didn't seem like he was doing too well. Not to mention that he's been kind of off for the last few days. I figured he would talk to me about it if it got serious, but I'm starting to think that isn't the case."