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3rd Person POV
It was a hectic day in the Why Don't We household. The boys had three interviews along with a show later that night. And they had woken up 20 minutes late. "Wake up Zachary!" Jonah yelled. We're all ready late, we need to hurry.

Zach's POV

"Wake up Zachary!" I groaned as Jonah's voice filled my head. "Coming" I replied weakly as I rolled out of bed lazily. I grabbed my phone off my nightstand, nonchalantly checking the time. We were meant to wake up 20 minutes ago. With a new found burst of energy I jumped to my feet, frantically grabbing at the crumpled clothes on my floor. I pulled on a pair trousers up quickly and started to pull my t-shirt over my head.

I almost had my shirt on when a searing pain ran through my head making me stop in my tracks. I scrunched my face up desperately trying to stop the uncomfortable pulsating feeling. Luckily it went away as quickly as it came. I sighed in relief before pulling on my shoes clumsily. "Zach I swear to god if your not down here in the nex-." "Coming!" I yelled interrupting Jonah's motherly rant. I took one last look at myself in the mirror before racing out the door. I couldn't keep Jonah waiting. To be honest I was genuinely scared of what he'd to to me if I wasted another second.

3rd Person POV
The boys quickly rushed outside and into their cars. Zach and Jonah in one and Jack, Daniel, and Corbyn in another. As Zach looked out at the beautiful scenery he noticed something was off. His body was sweaty and he just couldn't think straight. But of course he just brushed it off as him not eating breakfast and enjoyed the rest of the ride.

They had been so late that they had to cancel the first two interviews, barely making the third one. As soon as they walked in and saw their managers face they knew they were in big trouble. He went on scolding and ridiculing them because of the fact the other interviewers were upset that they had to reschedule as well. But Zach zoned out for most of it.

"Zach are you even listening to me" their manager snarled angrily as he pulled on Zach's arm. Zach hissed in pain as the sharp pull brought back the pulsating pain in his head. "Don't be a baby I barely touched you!" The manager scolded. Jonah looked at their manager in fury, he hated seeing anyone be mean to Zach. Jonah knew Zach was sensitive, in fact he went out of his way to make sure Zach was ok in situations like this. Jonah wanted to scream in the managers face for him to leave Zach alone but he was too scared of the possible consequences. So instead he gripped Zach's pale hand in his own, squeezing it reassuringly.

Zach smiled at Jonah weakly trying to mask the increasing pain that still hadn't subsided. "Now go in there and start your interview, if any of you slip up there'll be trouble" The manager said directing his nasty glare at Zach. Jonah glared back at their rude manager before pulling a now very shaky Zach out of the room. "Are you ok?" Jonah asked as soon as their manager was out of earshot. "Yeah... well, no not really" Zach replied using all his strength not to let the tears building up in his eyes spill out. "My head hurts so bad" Zach sniffled as he pushed his face into Jonah's warm chest.

He couldn't help but smile as the familiar comforting smell of Jonah's cologne filled his nostrils. Jonah sighed and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy. He hated seeing any of his bandmates in pain, especially Zach. "After this interview you can take a nap, we have plenty of time before the concert. How about that?" Jonah said trying to comfort the aching boy. "Will you cuddle me" Zach asked smiling slightly at the suggestions. "Sure" Jonah chuckled as he stroked Zach's back slowly "Anything for you...".

They boys walked into the room only to meet with a stiff lady that looked like she wanted to tear them into pieces. "You're late" she snapped. All the members in the band instantly felt a pang of guilt. "Just answer the questions and I'll get you out of here as soon as I can." The cameras started rolling and instantly Zach replaced his grimaced face for his perfect fake smile. The boys took turn answering questions they had heard before. How was the band formed? Who was The messiest? Zach tried his best to focus but the constant pounding in his head made that almost impossible .