tour | dorbyn

nine

daniel didn't feel up to preforming. he was up for a drink, that's for sure.

he sat down in the green room watching eben preform. his hair was restyled, but his eyes were red and puffy. he was flipping his phone with a bitter look on his face.

his leg was bouncing, his body chilled. goosebumps littered his skin, but he felt hot. tears threatened to fall from his lifeless blue eyes.

his mind was somewhere else. his phone still being flipped, his eyes trained on eben dancing around on the stage, but his mind was fuzzy.

"daniel."

he didn't respond. whoever said his name, the voice sounded muffled. he couldn't understand— he couldn't comprehend.

"hey, dani."

the voice was gentler this time. his phone was now out of his hand, but his hand was still moving as if he was flipping his phone.

"guys, somethings wrong."

daniel let out a small whimper— almost as if he was in pain. his eyes blinked rapidly, before he stopped moving. looking down, he saw three of the boys in front of him, crouching down.

corbyn was next to him with soft eyes. he touched his knee, originally trying to get him to stop bouncing his knee.

"what?" he asked, looking back at jack, jonah and zach. "i just zoned out, i'm fine." he said evenly. "really, it happens a lot, i'm okay."

"how often is a lot?" jack asked.

daniel shrugged, "like, every month. i'm gonna go to the bathroom. i'll be back."

daniel shakily stood up, and made his way to the bathroom. once the door was closed, he inhaled shakily and exhaled. he sniffed and trudged over to the marble sink.

he turned on the tap and got his free hand wet and splashed his face with water. he grabbed some paper towels and dabbed his face off.

when he threw the used paper out, someone knocked on the door. "come in." he mumbled.

the door opened, and daniel sighed when corbyn came in. the door shut. daniel bit his lip, leaning against the sink. he crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the ground. "yes?"

"...just checking up on you." corbyn whispered, walking closer to the clearly broken boy. daniel smiled small at the ground. "we're going on stage in five minutes. we should get to the vocal warm up." corbyn said, holding the door open for daniel.

daniel pushes himself off the sink and walked past corbyn. the two made their way backstage, and when they met up with the other boys, they started their warm up.

♾

when it was daniel's turn to talk, he bit his lip. "um.. hi." he heard laughs from the fans. he looked over the crowd. "so i'm guessing you guys have heard of our mashups?"

the crowd screamed, which caused daniels lips to curve up. although a majority of the fans were disgusted with him, he could care less right now. the stage was his happy place. and no one could take that from him.

♾

corbyn sat on the ledge in front of the ocean. the hotel they were staying at was in front of a beach. the rain was drizzling down on them, but he didn't care.

"hey."

corbyn looked up and smiled small at daniel. the young boy sat down next to him and sighed. his hands were in the pockets of his red tour sweater and he looked at the waves crashing on the shore with a sigh.

"i should have stood up for you." corbyn whispered. daniel looked at him with confusion. "at limelight."

daniel shook his head. "it's not like you posted the alcohol on my instagram. i did that. it's my fault."

"doesn't mean—"

corbyn sighed when his phone rang. he dug it out of his pockets.

christina ❤️ is calling...

daniel swallowed heavily and gave him a shaky smile. "answer it. i'll be by the water."

"daniel-"

"she's your girlfriend, corbyn. your partner. significant other. lover, you know? answer."

♾

[a/n]

big butt but little waistline
or
big bubble little waist line

i think big butt but little waist line cause that just makes sense but apPARENTLY it's big bubble 🤠

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