Roadtrip Oneshots

Rykey, Dyspraxia

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Rye

I knew how much it annoyed Mikey; instead of a daily basis it was an hourly basis.

So, currently, we're in the middle of making a vlog that involves lots of dancing, and I know that Mikey's struggling. His condition makes him clumsy anyway, but he really struggles with dancing,

See, my boyfriend got diagnosed with Dyspraxia a few years ago. It's a condition that affects physical co-ordination, so the person appears to move clumsily, or just be clumsy in general.

That's what we had all thought originally, that Mikey was just a very clumsy person. But it got to a point where it couldn't just be clumsiness; there was definitely something beneath the surface. So I got him to agree to go the hospital with me, just to check, and it turns out that I was right.

The Roadies all believe him to be an extremely clumsy person, as that's what we all keep telling them whenever Mikey trips, or knocks something over. Which was the truth, I guess. But it wasn't the whole picture.
He can't help it even if he really did try to stop it, and every time it broke my heart when he would shut himself off after it didn't work, embarrassed and ashamed. But he had nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about.

"Yes I do Rye... I can't control my body! What kind of a person can't do that?" He would cry, sobbing into his covers. He wouldn't let me hold him while he was like this, so all I could do in these situations was talk to him, sit beside him, sing softly until he fell asleep.

Only then would I climb in beside him and hold him close to me.

But, back to now, where I was watching Mikey follow the step by step instructions on the screen.
I could see a frown slowly cross his features. The more stressed he got, the worse his performance would be, I knew.

But he didn't calm down. His frustration mounted to the point where I knew I had to intervene.
I stood up from the sofa and made my way over to him. He looked up, eyeing me with narrowed eyes.

"We'll cut this part, but please just try and calm down." I kissed his forehead, and took him in my arms.
I could feel him trying to fight me, but I ignored it. Eventually he stopped fighting me and just hugged me back. I felt the tension leave his body.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"Hey, enough of that. We'll go through it slow, yeah?" I decided.

Mikey just nodded, stepped away from me, and watched me expectantly. I laughed.

And that's what I did. We went through the actions slow and precise, until Mikey had managed to learn even the hardest ones. I stayed up there with him though, and the boys soon joined us when they realised what was happening.

When it came to the conclusion, all hell broke loose.
Brooklyn messed up the move, so Mikey messed it up to make fun of him. Andy tagged on, then did Jack, and I was left in a hysterical mess, struggling to breathe. We kept on purposefully messing it up, just because it was funnier if we did. But the look on Mikey's face...

Pure happiness and contentment.

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Thanks for reading! I'm sorry that this is so short, but I had nothing else to say.

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