What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Broken (Part Two): Why Don't We- Fluff

*Cutting
*Attempted suicide
There will be bolded words proceeding and succeeding that section
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Summary: Zach falls apart

~ Two Weeks Later ~

Zach's POV
" Everyone just needs a break, Baby boy. We'll be back together in a few weeks." Corbyn reassured quietly. I pressed my pouting lips to my arm. My eyes widening slightly.

" I don't like this, Bean. We've never taken this kind of break before." Frozen blue was soft with patience, his smile sickly sweet.

" Well, we've never had to deal with something like this. Just a few more weeks, baby. Okay?"

" Promise?" His soft chuckle just barely caught by his speakers. The webcam doing little to show off his gentle features.

" Promise."

~ Three Months Later ~

When had hours turned to days? Days turned weeks. Weeks slowly turned months.

I was sat on bathroom floor. The cold tile barely piercing my skin. My thumb swiped left slowly, studying each picture of my gallery. I hadn't added any more. It felt wrong to take them alone, kinda like I was betraying them.

The others didn't seem to mind much. Their Instagrams steadily filling up with solo photos. And ones with new people.

Corbyn had met a girl named Christina. The way she looked at him in videos. It made me sick. Jack and Gabbie seemed conjoined at the hip. Daniel spending more and more time with some guy named Eben. Jonah went to a new club every night.

I began to wonder if I had miss heard them. If I had missed the up following break. I seemed to be the only who remembered what we had, what we promised.

It hurt. Watching them move on as I stayed right here. Stayed helplessy in love with them, still praying we would find our way back to each other.

A part of me knew I was being overdramatic, assuming they had fallen in love through pictures and the occasional video. But what was I supposed to think? I hadn't spoken to any of them in weeks.

I wanted that part of me to be right. I wanted to be wrong. I wanted to be wrong so bad, but there was always that nagging. The little fly buzzing in my ear, telling me I was right. They had moved on.

As days passed, the ache grew worse. The thought of waking up exhausted me, knowing they wouldn't be there.

No more coffee runs with Jonah. No more skateboarding with Jack. No more on the spot melodies with Daniel. No more emptying cans of Febreze with Corbyn to hide the stench of burnt food.

Had the world always been so lonely? Had it always been this cold?

I glanced to the razor I always kept close. I hadn't used it, but... it was comforting. Just knowing it was there.

I grabbed it, the metal clod in between my fingers. I ran my thumb over the small blade, wincing as it sliced through my skin.

The throbbing pain slowly turned to almost pleasure. It felt good, not being numb. I pressed it to my palm, groaning as it nuzzled into my skin.

Blood ran thick from the wound, my head falling against the toliet. Relishing in its sting.

I pulled away the soiled razor, dragging it gently from the new wound to my wrist.

I was so tired. I didn't wanna go asleep, but I didn't wanna be awake. I needed my boys.

I was broken. I had never noticed until now, but until now, I had always had them.

They were fixing me, protecting me from my own storm. They held me right in the eye of my hurricane. Always blocking the whipping winds, the booming thunder.

But now they were gone. They didn't need me anymore, but I still needed them. I needed them so much.

I shut my eyes, holding the blade to the vein barely poking through my wrist. I pressed down hard, letting gravity pull my hand to the floor.

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My chest heaved as I shot up, eyelids aching as they stretched. Jack whined beside me, pouting in the dark.

" Zach." He complained, snuggling into my hip." Lay down."

" Jay, be quiet." Daniel murmured, hugging his waist tight.

Jack mumbled something incomprehensible, head resting on my thigh.

The taller pressing his cheek to my belly. Feeling each quick, shallow breath." Babe, what's wrong?" He yawned quietly, dragging Daniel along to hug my torso.

" Did you have a nightmare?"

His voice seemed distant, lost. As if I was under water, looking up at him. The crushing weight made my body burn, salty water stinging my eyes.

" Z?" My stomach shuddered with a sob, my face collapsing in on itself.

" Hey, hey, calm down. It's okay." He whispered, pressing feather light kisses to my neck.

Daniel slowly woke up, still clinging to Jack like an oversized koala." Z, baby, it's okay." He mumbled, rubbing my knee.

Why was I even crying? It hadn't been real. Jonah hadn't cheated, we hadn't broken up. I hadn't...

But it felt real. As if everything that happened lay just months ahead. Taunting me, knowing I was helpless to stop it.

" What's happening?" Jonah's groan echoed shortly. Corbyn still sound asleep.

" I-I had a-a nightmare." I sniffed, hiding in Jack's neck.

A low noise passed by Corbyn's pink lips as he was moved. Jonah reaching over the corpse to hold me awkwardly.

" But you know it wasn't real." The oldest spoke softly, lips pressed to my temple.

" But it felt real... all of it did. Y-you cheated on us and th-en you tried to attack me. And then we all took a break. A-nd then you all moved on and I was heart-broken and I cut myself. And... a-and I committed suicide, but... b-but I woke up b-efore I died. And all of it fel-t like it was really happ-ening. I was so scared."

" Jesus Christ." The eldest blonde had woken up at some point, rubbing his wide eyes slowly.

" Zach, you don't... you don't really think I would do that. Do you?" I leaned against him, dropping my head into his shoulder.

" Would you?" My voice was quiet, the whisper barely shaking the air.

The largest shook his head slowly, eyes glistening in the dark." Never. I could never hurt you guys. I would never forgive myself." He nuzzled his face into my hair and I hugged him tight. Knowing I had hurt his feelings.

" I know you wouldn't." I melted into him, whispering into his neck," don't ever leave me. Please."

" Not ever, Baby boy. You're stuck with us." His forehead pressed to my own, kissing my nose gently." You're stuck with me."

A part of me wonders just how much was fiction. Because... I don't know what I would do if I ever lost them.

Maybe I was broken, but they were fixing me.

I wasn't a shattered vase, I was a jigsaw. Each boy adding a new piece. Maybe it was confidence. The next might be passion. Then patience.

And one day, they would finish it. But until then, they were my missing pieces.

Corbyn was my lost genius. Daniel my hidden creativity. Jack as my fun-loving innocence. And Jonah was my maturity.

None of us were complete. We're all missing some pieces of our puzzle. But we'd have each other until we found them.

Fin

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Author's Note: Happy three years! This band isn't perfect, but I love them. They have truck loads of potential and I'm excited to see what they do next.