TOUR

⚠️three⚠️

My eyes slowly open, my adrenaline pumping as I quickly rush over to the closet. I open it, my eyes scanning over it. I fix a hoodie or two, and a pair of shoes before deeming it good.

I glance around, grabbing my bag and blanket. I walk off the bus, being met with a group of girls screaming. I wave at them before security opens the door and lets me in.

I walk down the noisy hall, making my way into mine and Corbyns dressing room. I set my bag down, laying on the couch. There was 3 dressing rooms. One for Jack and Zach, one for Jonah and Eben, and one for me and Corbyn. There was a backstage lounge for us all to chill in but again, I preferred the quiet.

Usually after panic attacks I'm drowsy for about an hour or so. So a nap is what I'll take. I close my eyes, just barely falling asleep, when the door opens. A laughing Corbyn stumbles in and I lazily open my eyes, glaring at him. His eyes land on me, as a yawn breaks my glare. I rub my eyes, my glare barely there as I look at him.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to disturb the princess." He chuckles awkwardly. Princess. I like that. I blush, laying back down.

"I have to ask, why are you so tired, you know if you were out for an hour and all." I glance at the blonde boy.

"After effects." He nods, sitting by me on the couch. He slips off my shoes like Tyler did last night, and I cuddle up to the throw pillow. I shift, unable to get comfortable.

"Here, scoot down and you can use me as a pillow." I do as he says, just wanting to sleep. I lay my head on his lap and settle down, my eyes slowly closing. My lips part as soft breaths left them. I feel his fingers comb through my hair and I was a goner.

"Where's Daniel he's not in the- oh thank god." I could hear Tyler breathing heavily, as if he was running around.

"Shh. He's fine, just tired from the attack."

"Thank you." I hear Tyler leave and I cuddle up to Corbyn more, falling deeper. The problem was I wasn't sure I was falling deeper in. Sleep... or love. The boy was very attractive and sweet.

About an hour later, I hear people open the door, mumbling quietly as they enter. I shift, but don't wake.

"Aw look at the lovebirds."

"Lovebirds?" I hear Jack ask skeptically.

"Dude have you seen the way Corbyn looks at him?"

"Oh true." I shift in my sleep, letting out a hum as I settle down. Corbyn shifts, slowly waking up.

"What're you doing in here?" He asks tiredly.

"Just checking up on you. You left the room like an hour ago and never came back. Thought you got lost or something considering you left for your phone."

I stir, rubbing my eyes as I hear people mutter curse words, running out of the room. My eyes slowly open, and I glance around the room.

"What time is it?" I mumble, glancing at Corbyn.

"Like one." I nod, sitting up.

"We gotta get ready for limelight and stuff." I mumble, getting up. I walk over to my bag, grabbing my beautiful confusion shirt. This was my all time favorite shirt.

I quickly change into it, putting on my long yellow belt with it. I decide my black skinny jeans were good enough. I turn around, running a hand through my hair, my eyes landing on the red faced boy.

"Are you going to get ready?" He nods, looking away before getting ready at his bag.

I walk with Corbyn to the meet and greet area, seeing the boys weren't there. Some fans were waiting there though, and saw us.