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...
My eyes slowly open, soft breaths still leaving my lips as I lazily glance at the boy next to me. Corbyn was scrolling on his phone as his other hand played with my hair. He glances at me, doing a double take before smiling softly.
"Morning baby. How're you feeling?" I blink lazily at him from where I laid, my face mushed in the pillow.
"Exhausted." I mumble, my voice thick.
"I bet. I'm sorry about what happened baby." I slowly close my eyes again.
"S'fine. Felt good." I mumble.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it baby. Figured we could take a relaxing day." I hum in response, his fingertips brushing my scalp as he plays with my hair.
"Was that horny?" I ask, almost asleep.
"Yes baby. I guess that kind of was like being horny." He chuckles. I glance at him, smiling softly.
"I love you." He pauses, glancing over at me as his smile widens.
"I love you too baby." He sets his phone down and I intertwine our fingers. He smiles fondly before placing a kiss on my hand. My eye lids slowly lower and I slip under once more, sleep clouding my head.
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We were in Boise and were in our hotel. We had an interview in an hour and instead of getting ready, I was passed out on the bed, snoring softly. I wanted nothing but to lay here and sleep. I feel fingers go through my hair, a chuckle filling the air.
"What am I gonna do with you?" He hums, playing with my hair. I don't move, his fingers continuing to comb through the messy strands.
"Dani baby it's time to wake up." My eyes lazily open before closing again. I slowly fall back asleep, earning a sigh from the blonde.
"Babe cmon. We have to get you ready." I whine, burying my face in the sheets.
"Guess I'm gonna have to just go without you and cuddle with Jack instead." He stands up from the bed and I sit up, looking at him with a tired frown.
"And you're up! Good now get dressed." I glare at him, walking over to my suitcase. If he wanted to play like that, then two can play at that game.
I get dressed, brushing my teeth and hair before leaving with the blonde. The boys meet us in the lobby and we all pile into the car. My eyes were closed the whole drive over to the interview as I plotted what I was gonna do.
"And we're here!" We leave the van, walking into the building. I sit on my designated seat, noticing Corbyn squeeze in next to me. He throws an arm over the couch, awfully close to my shoulders.
"Good morning! How are you guys?" The interviewer asks.
"I'm good."
"I'm great."
"I'm tired." They laugh at my words, the interviewer smiling at me. I could work with this. Two can play at this game Corbyn.
"So how's the tour? You're on the 8 letters tour right now right?" We nod, Jonah speaking up.
"Yep! America is almost over and we start Europe in the fall." I glance up at the interviewer, agreeing with the elder. He glances back at me, smiling. I don't exactly feel comfortable anymore. I was gonna use this opportunity to get back at Corbyn but now I just wanted to be far from the guy.
"And you guys are all handsome fellas, what's it like having people throw themselves at you? Like Daniel your eyes look beautiful with that shirt." I blush, Corbyn immediately looking between us with a clenched jaw. The boys glanced at us in confusion.
"Yea I guess. Um it's weird. I don't think we'll get used to it." Jack says, glancing at the interviewer warily. The guy nods, once again glancing at me.
"So who's single and who's taken? I'm sure the fans are dying to know." The guy says, licking his lips as he glances at me. I once again blush, feeling uncomfortable and embarrassed that he's singling me out.
"I'm single." Jonah shrugs, the other two saying the same thing. I go to speak but Corbyn beats me to it.
"He's taken." He says, placing an arm over my shoulder. My blush deepens and I feel my chest start to tighten.
"I wasn't asking you." The guy says bluntly. I did not want to be the center of attention, I did not want to be the center of attention.
Corbyns jaw tightens as he glares at the boy, angry. I glance between the two, my breathing uneven as I abruptly stand up, leaving the room. I run into a single person bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me.
Within seconds I'm on the ground, clutching my hair as I sob. There was too much tension. Too much conflict. I was overwhelmed. I sob, finding it hard to breathe as my body began to shake.
"Daniel? Are you in here?" I hear what I believe was Jack, knocking on the door. I am unable to respond, sobbing.
"Corbyn he's in here! The doors locked." I was trying to breathe but it wasn't working. My eyes roll back and I'm on the ground, everything going black.
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Bad boy Besson vibes 😔✊🏼
Anyways surprise! Here's an update ((: Y'all have it at a tie for 2 stories so now y'all gotta vote. Imma add a few more details to add to the choices.
Remember Me: Is Dorbyn, top!Corbyn, bottom!Daniel, it's kinda like a sickfic? Idk hes kinda sick. Lowkey soft and cute. Band au!
Unbelievable: Is also Dorbyn, top!Corbs, bottom!Daniel, does mention rxpe once in the beginning! A lil sad but super cute and fluffy- mpreg.
