Jachary Oneshots.

•*-A N X I E T Y-*•

I know, I haven't updated. Sorry, guys! I've had no motivation to do anything, except sleep, read, play Minecraft and write. On a side note, I wrote a mash up using a bunch of Marshmallow and Alan walker songs. Still need to figure out what to do with that. I might put on some Sam Smith, cuz they're amazing.
-Jiya (btw this is written on my phone. Sorry if there are a bunch of errors.)
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A N X I E T Y.

Why the hell does it even exist? If Jack were being honest, Anxiety had to be the most annoying thing in existence. Random things would trigger anxiety attacks and believe me, that sucks. Right now, Jack was sitting on his bed, his head in his hands, tugging at his curly mess of hair and trying to breathe. It was his belt that had triggered him this time.

"Jack? You ready to go?" Zach Herron, Jack's best friend, asked poking his head into the room. He sighed when he saw Jack and sat down behind him, rubbing the older's back, affectionately.

"Hey, it's alright Jacky. Breathe." Zach whispered, pulling Jack close to him.

"I'm a hot mess." Jack murmured, his voice cracking.

"I dunno about the mess part, but definitely hot." Zach jokes, trying to pull Jack out of his attack.

"You're going to be alright, Jack. C'mon, breathe with me. In, and out." Zach added, running his fingers through Jack's hair. Jack inhaled with Zach and exhaled. Over and over and over until finally, he could breathe again. Tears were pooled up in Jack's eyes as he stared into Zach's brown orbs.

Zach scotched closet to Jack and kissed the top of his head, moving his hand down Jack's back.

"S-sorry," jack choked.

"What're you apologizing for?! There is no need for you to apologize, Jack. It's that asshole of a dad's fault. And you know what? Forget him. You're safe here with me and the boys. That man will only get close to you over my dead body." Zach snapped, kissing Jack again. Jack chuckled half-heartedly and smiled slightly.

"Thank you."

"That's what I'm here for. To help you and to be a good...friend." Zach responded, hesitating on the word friend. Jack caressed Zach's cheek (who leaned into the touch. Zach was a sucker for attention and affection.) and wrapped his arms around the younger's waist.

"But I'm serious, as long as I'm alive, no one's hurting you." Zach said, sternly.

"You're too short to do anything-" Corbyn smirked from behind the boys.

"Out." Zach commanded, pointing at the door. Corbyn obliges, but not before winking at Jack.

"What triggered it this time?" Zach pressed.

"My belt." Jack grumbled. Zach looked outraged. He glared at Jack's belt and threw a shirt at Jack, taking notice of his bare abdomen.

"Here, take the shirt. I might scream in pure joy if you stay shirtless any longer," Zach jokes, trying to lighten the mood. Jack nodded, slipping the shirt on and intertwining his fingers would Zach's, pulled the younger behind him.

For now, Jack and Zach would stay friends. But Jack knew (or rather hoped) that, one day, he and Zach would be more than friends. One day, (hopefully sooner rather than later) jack would hold Zach at night and kiss him good morning. During nights when Jack's anxiety would be triggered, Zach would be there to help him breathe. One day. Someday soon.

This is rushed. I'm sorry. What is up with this font? How'd I change it? I dunno. I just wanted to put out some content to I ended up writing this shitty thing. I had to include the shorty pun. because. Why not? I know it sucks, again,
Sorry. But anyways, have a nice day/night/evening/afternoon!

Does anyone else here have anxiety? I'm here to talk, I totally get it.