✓ 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐲𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝟏

040

warnings ; sad to fluff
requested by ; corbitxh ily :)

t h i r d p e r s o n

daniel pounds on corbyn's door, hoping for an answer so early in the morning. it's currently 3:27am, and daniel has no place to go.

corbyn opens the door, his hair messy, eyes droopy with black circles beneath them, his torso bare and his joggers low; showing the waistband of his calvin klein boxers.

as soon as he sees daniel's shaking state he pulls the sobbing boy into his arms, running a hand through his brown locks.

daniel buries his face in corbyn's chest, letting out all of his tears. once no more tears will leave his eyes, corbyn's hand running through his hair helps him calm his sobbing.

"it's okay, dani. i'm hear. do you want to tell me what happened?" corbyn asks softly as daniel looks up at him.

daniel only nods his head in agreement. corbyn smiles sympathetically, lifting the boy up bridal style and walking them into his room.

he places daniel down on the bed, climbing in next to him. he lays on his side, letting daniel cuddle into him. the brunette bundles up his fists, resting them on corbyn's chests as he hides his face.

"you don't have to tell me yet, dani. i won't pressure you into it," corbyn whispers.

"no, i want to tell you," daniel replies.

"okay, take your time. there's no rush," corbyn says.

daniel takes a deep breath as corbyn wraps his arms around his waist, humming contently as the blonde pulls him closer.

"so, you know my boyfriend," daniel says, grimacing as he does so.

"yeah, what about him?"

"well, he's been going out and drinking a lot lately. he said that he'd always be back at 11:30 every night he went out, but he ended up coming home at 3:00am every morning instead; completely wasted. sometimes he'd even bring home a random girl just to have a quick fuck. tonight, he didn't go out. he wanted to stay home with me and watch a movie, but i only wanted to talk to him about what he had been doing because i was heartbroken."

daniel pauses and takes another deep, shaky breath.

"it's okay, dani. breath for me, you don't have to carry on if you don't want to," corbyn says, his voice barely above a whisper.

"no, i want to."

daniel feels tears start to well in his eyes as he replays the whole scene in his head. it was absolutely awful.

-

"i don't want to watch a movie, lewi," daniel says as he watches lewi plop down on their couch.

"then what do you want to do, baby?" lewi asks. daniel grimaces at the nickname, closing his eyes in disgust.

"don't call me that," daniel mumbles. he opens his eyes to be met with lewi's, anger and confusion clouding within them.