Roadtrip Oneshots

Brarvey, Fading (Part 2)

Brooklyn

The rest of the night was a blur if I was honest. And the day after. And the day after that.

I don't think I was alone for longer than twenty minutes, and that was only because I'd had a shower earlier.

Andy had pretty much dragged me into his room after the moment in the kitchen, demanding that I help him with some covers, and that I help him do some producing. Confused, I agreed. I was never one for doing the technical side to our jobs, but I thought, why the heck not?

I was with Andy for hours.
We recorded random things for a laugh, but in between we got some things done that turned out alright. And then for the covers; we'd decided on what next handful of songs we wanted to cover, sort of planned out what the video was going to look like, the locations we had available (or notes on places we could research), and had divvied out solos and things like that.

It was different than my normal contributions to the covers, but I appreciated Andy for asking for my input. We'd had fun whilst doing it, so that had to count for something.

Rye called for me then, his voice seemingly ripping through the house like wave. I said bye to Andy, who gave me a hug as I left his room. Rye was in the kitchen, gathering the pots and pans.

"Do you want to help me cook dinner? I was thinking pasta bolognaise?" Rye asked.

"Yeah, yeah sure." I got involved.

We didn't mess around as much as normal, but we did end up throwing pasta at each other on more than one occasion. Tomato source went over my head at one point too, but I got Rye back by flicking water at him with a laugh. Nothing caught fire, and nothing got smashed, so... result!

I showered whilst Rye was making the finishing touches, quickly in and out, but I ended up being in there for about twenty minutes.
Rye was yelling "Guys, dinner!" as I dried myself off, so in jeans and a t-shirt I ran down the stairs, jumping on Jack's back as he went in front of me. He didn't complain though. He just hoisted me up and carried on walking down the stairs, parking me right in my chair.

Rye had dished up the food, and we took a good thirty minutes just eating. It wasn't silence, but it wasn't loud either; and it was a welcome change.

But the second I made to start clearing away, Mikey intervened.

"No clearing up for you Mr, you're coming upstairs with me, and we're going to watch Netflix." He linked his arm with mine and started walking.

"But..."

"No buts."

And that was the end of that. Myself and Mikey sat side by side on his bed, beneath the duvet, and watched Netflix for God knows how long. I don't even remember what we started watching, but after a while we turned the volume down low and just talked, as we usually did whenever we went out to get some lunch. Just the two of us. We talked about everything and anything, laughing, but also crying too.

I didn't remember falling asleep, but the next time I opened my eyes I was laying down beside Mikey, his arms resting loosely over my waist. I smiled sleepily, and snuggled into his side. That was probably the best sleep I'd had for weeks.

I woke up again about an hour later when Mikey tried to discreetly leave the bed without waking me up.

"I'm awake Mikey." I whispered, smiling and stretching.

"Okay. I wasn't sure." He ruffled my hair and I whined. Mikey laughed, and I got up anyway.

"What do you want for breakfast Brook?"

"I'm not really hungry."

"Nonsense. You're eating something. How about some toast?"

"Alright." I said softly, staring at the floor.

Dinner and breakfast? This was the most I'd eaten in weeks, and I think that Mikey had clocked on to that.

"It's alright, I won't make you eat any more than you can handle." He promised. I nodded, stood up, and followed Mikey into the kitchen.

Two slices of toast and a cup of tea later, I was all but bursting. I was still full from the dinner last night.

"Hey, Brook? Come for a walk with me." Jack appeared in the doorway, a grin on his face.

"Yeah... Mikey, shall I-"

"-No, you're not cleaning up Brook." Mikey interrupted before I could even finish my sentence.

"Okay."

Myself and Jack ended up in the woods, just poking around, searching for critters. We were outside for hours, just exploring, and much like I did with Mikey, we talked. But with Jack it was more jokey and ridiculous. I mean, it's like that with Mikey too, but Jack was a year younger than me, even if I did act like the youngest one in the band.

Andy brought out the adult in me, but also my playful side, and my smile. Rye brought out my crazy side, but also everything else.
Mikey brought out my honesty, and my vulnerable side, but also my giddy side. We'd had some laughs along the way.
Jack brought out my childish side, a bit like Rye, but not too that extreme. Me and Jack went on adventures often, and said anything that came to mind.

Over the next few days, I felt myself grow stronger again, grow more relaxed. I felt myself grow healthy again, and it was all thanks to Harvey. Harvey and his intervention. Harvey and his way of making me talk without even trying. I appreciated Harvey as much as any of the boys. After all, he was one of the boys.

Harvey ended up staying with us for a whole week, just to catch up, tell stories, talk about our plans for the future.
And every night after that first night, Harvey slept in my bed, the two of us cuddling until we fell asleep.

Sometimes the two of us talked until one of us dropped off, sometimes we didn't talk. Sometimes the silence felt exactly the same as if we were talking, which was nice.

But I felt happier than I had done in a long time, so that was something.

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Part 2 was requested, so here it is! I hope you liked it.❤️
And, again, I know there wasn't a lot of Brarvey... Oops 😂😂❤️

Thanks to Thewhitecolour for voting!❤️

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