Daniel has really bad anxiety and OCD. While on tour, Tyler, his brother and tour manager, helps him cope. Daniel refuses to tell the other boys of his problem, fearing they'll see him as a freak. So what happens when they push his buttons and the t...
I grab my bag and blanket, my hood up as we walked out of the bus. Corbyn looks at me and his smile falters when he realizes the hoodie I'm wearing isn't his. He quickly catches up to me, but I ignore him.
"Hey how come you're not wearing my hoodie?" He asks in confusion.
"I don't like you right now." I say flatly, not looking at him.
"What? Why? What did I do?" He asks, now upset.
"You and Tyler wont tell me your secrets so I don't like you. Either of you actually." I say matter of factly. He lets out a sigh, glancing at Tyler.
"Well is there anything I can do to make you not mad at me?" I could see Jack watching us, humor plastered on his face.
"Tell me your secrets." I shrug. Corbyn looks between me and Tyler, torn.
"Fuck. Hold on." He walks over to Tyler and starts saying something to him, when Zach walks over to me.
"Dude whatever it is, just google it." I look at him, facepalming.
"Why didn't I think of that." I groan. He just chuckles, walking back over to Jack. I keep walking until we get in the hotel, Eben handing us our key cards. I go into the elevator, smiling smugly as the door shuts before Corbyn can enter.
I go up to the 5th floor before the elevator doors open. I walk down the hall, glancing at the numbers before I see room 523. My room. I put the key in and push open the door, smiling at the small quaint place. I asked to have a room by myself because I can't stand the messes everyone else makes. So here I was, in my single bed hotel room. And we were staying here for a week because we had a show here and two days later we have the state fair were also performing at.
I strip myself of my clothes, deciding a hot shower sounded nice. I quickly shower, not really cleaning myself seeing as I took one last night. I walk out of my bathroom and yelp, quickly placing my towel in front of my penis. Corbyn looks up from where he was sitting on my bed, his eyes raking over my body.
"W-what? How did you get in?" I ask, not moving.
"Tyler and I both have a key to your room. Mainly because of your panic and anxiety attacks." He says. Wow. Way to give me privacy.
"Well get out. I'm naked." I say, Tyler's words echoing in my head. People aren't supposed to see that part of you.
"Please just let me talk to you. I can't stand having you mad at me." He stands up and the familiar tightening in my chest makes itself present. People aren't supposed to see that part of you, people aren't supposed to see that part of you.
He stops, his eyes scanning my face. His face falls as he realizes what's going on. I could see his eyes start to fill with tears.
"A-am I scaring you?" He asks, the pain clear in his voice. I shake my head as tears well up in my eyes.
"T-Tyler said people aren't supposed to see that part of you. He- he said people aren't supposed to see that part of you." I manage out, my towel falling as I grip my hair and close my eyes. I was finding hard to breathe as I cried. Corbyn quickly runs over to me and wraps the towel around my waist, slowly lowering me to the ground. I was crying uncontrollably, all because of those 9 words. People aren't supposed to see that part of you.
He sits me on his lap and places his hands on my cheeks as he leans in, our lips meeting. My grip on my hair loosens, but soon tightens again as I let out a sob, breaking the kiss. It wasn't working. Corbyn was watching me in panic, not knowing what to do. He pulls me to his chest, rocking slowly.
"Sh sh baby it's okay. It's okay. I love you baby. I love you so much so I need you to calm down for me." I was still sobbing as he rocked me, but my grip on my hair loosened. I grabbed onto his shirt as my crying toned down but didn't stop.
He lets out a breath before placing his lips on mine once more. I kiss back, my body slowly relaxing. He pulls away, his forehead still against mine.
"Are you still mad at me?" Corbyn asks quietly. I open my eyes slowly, meeting his. Suddenly concern flooded through his eyes.
"No." I say equally as quiet. My head falls from his, to his shoulder, as I can barely keep my eyes open. I felt weak, which scared me because this never happened before.
"Daniel? Are you okay?" Corbyn asks, worry laced in his voice.
"No." I say, still quiet. I swallow hard, keeping my eyes open to the best of my abilities.
"Here let's get you dressed and lay you down." I weakly nod, and he taps my leg, signaling for me to get up. I wasn't able too. He lets out a grunt as he lifts me and himself from the floor.
"You're scaring me baby. I don't like this." He says quietly, bringing me to the bed. He sets me down and I just sit there, staring blankly at the wall. Corbyn glances at me in worry before opening my bag and grabbing joggers and a hoodie.
He slips on my pants under my towel but I still don't move. He helps me put on a hoodie, and finally, I move my eyes to him. He looked scared and I don't blame him. I'm scared too. He helps me lay down, bundling me in the blankets. He glances at me before he pulls out his phone, tapping on it. He puts it to his ear, his eyes not leaving me. I on the other hand end up staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Tyler I need you to go to Daniels room. Please hurry." He hangs up and bites his lip as he looks at me. I didn't like this, at all.
Not even a minute later Tyler is stumbling into my room, looking between us frantically.
"What's wrong? What happened?" He says, his eyes now on me.
"He was having a panic attack so I kissed him and he slowly calmed down, but then it's like it just stopped working. He started panicking again and I managed to eventually calm him down but now he's weak and pale and not responding and I'm scared." Corbyn manages out, wiping his eyes. Tyler walks over to me but I don't move my eyes.
"Daniel? What's going on? Are okay?"
"No." Is all I say. That makes Corbyn only cry more.
"That's all he has said since it happened." He sniffles. Tyler was looking at me, his eyes scanning my face.
"Daniel when is the last time you ate?" I slowly glance away from the ceiling and over to my brother. Yet another secret only my brother knew. I didn't like eating. It makes you fat and people feel the need to tell you that.
"Firs..." I mumble, my eyes slowly closing.
"Friday?" Tyler asks, as I open my eyes weakly. I glance at Corbyn as it clicked in his head.
"You haven't eaten since tour began." He says quietly. I nod, closing my eyes.
"Daniel buddy you have to eat. If you don't eat and you have bad panic attacks like this it drains you. Please buddy." Tyler says, grabbing my hand. I just nod, closing my eyes. This time, they don't open again.
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So I asked Jack what color I should dye my hair. 99% sure he won't respond but it was worth a shot. Funny enough, I bought pink hair dye and purple hair dye, not knowing which one I wanted- and then Daniel dyed his hair pink, and Anna dyed hers purple so I mean- clearly I'm meant to be in the Seaveys life okay? Okay 😂 also I'm bored so there will be a face reveal next chapter!!
Btw- I'm lowkey writing a prince Daniel story and I'm in love. I kinda made it like Brave but kinda like Tangled- but like very modern day. Idk how to explain it- it's amazing I promise!
