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✧.ೃ༄ 12:01am, midnight

pov: daniel

  he stood in the middle of it all as everything they, a perfectly normal "human" band of five including himself, ever made crashed down around him.  every song, every album, every month of hard work, every sleepless night with his best friends, all gone.

goddamnit, how'd they forget about the full moon!  honestly, daniel was pissed at himself as the third oldest out of their band for forgetting one of the most, maybe even the most important thing for all werewolves, yes werewolves, of course he and the rest of their band were werewolves, just of course.

it's so obvious now that i think of it too!  he remembers back to just an hour ago, the surprise when they found the venue for their new tour - that's barely just started (they were in their very first show of the tour, which was still in la before they were flying to another state tomorrow) - shining silver and practically transformed into a complete fantasy place in the light of the moon, they never once connected it to being the thing that ruins their lives.  it all added up.

his mind shows him memories of when corbyn excitedly decided to take pictures in what he claimed "the perfect lighting for a dope insta post" as he plopped his phone into daniel's hands and stepped back a couple of paces for the best view while zach popped up next to him. 

they'd just been messing around, doing random poses, ruffling each other's hair (may or may not have been just specifically zach's hair) and bantering playfully while waiting for their audience to rack up and the show to start.

somewhere in the middle of it, he realised jack had brought out his own phone alongside him and started taking pictures of just fun. he really didn't mind it at all, in fact he was extremely ready to probably find the outcome of those pics later or whenever they came up.

@jackaverymusic just posted a photo with the caption: how's the weather down there @imzachherron?

and when they posted, barely 10 minutes after they were taken, he couldn't really complain as he heard the resounding dings from everyone's notifications. all daniel could do was sigh contentedly, smile fondly at the picture of corbyn with his arm resting on top of zach's head in a display of how short the teenager was compared to the rest of the band and watch for the chaos to happen.

the only warning was a holler from jonah before zach launched into a sprint at jack, screeching both unrecognisable nonsense and that actually, jack was shorter than zach himself which jack actively refused to test out.

back in the present, a disarray of high pitched screaming, not of adoration and fangirls as daniel would give anything to go back to right now, but fears that shatters his heart into a million pieces, his stark blue eyes glare up at the full moon.  still looming threateningly like it was attached to a thread that would snap and cause everything to crash down around him.

it already did.

and now all he could think was... what happened?