DJ/EDM Oneshots [DISCONTINUED]

Tongue Tied (Alan Walker x Marshmello)

(Alan's POV)

   I jolted awake at the first sound. I sat up and looked around, machinery surrounded the place as it looked like I was locked in a room. The only sounds were my muffled screaming, the humming of machinery, and shouting outside. My hands were locked behind me, my anxiety was getting to me. What if I can't escape? What's happening? Who captured me? The last memory I remember was me wandering across a wasteland of fire and people protesting, before being knocked out, out of nowhere. I then heard busting and hard knocking on the other side of the door to which I faced. I was scared. . . Who are they? What do they want from me?..The door was then busted down, a group of people stormed in and unlocked my handcuffs, then they removed the metal sheet covering my mouth. I took deep breaths until I felt lightheaded. Then this guy with a white cylinder with a smile approached me, my vision was hazy and I was swaying, I wasn't sure what I was seeing. . .

"Are you okay?. . ." I ended up fainting at that moment.

***

   I opened my eyes to find myself in another room, except, I was in a bed without blankets, more of a mattress but a bed is a bed. I sat up to find my hoodie and my shoes gone. Oh no. . . Was I looted off of?. Wait, no, then they would've stripped me. . . Where am I?

The door opened slowly and I saw the guy with the helmet again, he was holding a small metal tray with what I presumed to be tea, just basing off the cup. He approached me slowly before sitting down next to me. 

"Are you feeling okay?" He asked. I was freaked out but other than that I was feeling fine, so I nodded to his question.

"Good. Do you want tea?" He asked. I nodded again. He held out the tray so I grabbed the small cup. I took a sip and my lips were immediately stung by the heat.

"Careful, it's hot," He giggled. I smiled before letting my hands rest in my lap with the tea.

"Do you know where I am?" 

"Where Los Angeles once stood. If you don't know, there are these people, almost all military, who try to take away our freedom of speech, so we fight back. You were captured by them and we just happened to infiltrate their base, so we broke you out of their base and. . . Here we are now." He explained. 

"Do you remember why you came here?" He asked.

"N-No, I was visiting my family in a nearby town here. I just drove here and saw the chaos erupting, I was curious but I guess curiosity got the best of me. . ." I mumbled.

"Hey, it's fine. You're just like us. We're all kids, we're all curious, you're lucky we saved you before you could die of starvation or something like that," He reassured.

"How old are you?" He asked.

"22, what about you?"

"Damn, I feel old now. I'm 27. . ." He laughed lightly. We stayed silent, I was slowly sipping my tea as it cooled down.

"Um, I'll be back, if you need anything, just call me,"

"What's your name?" I asked.

"It's Mello, but you can call me Chris. . ." He smiled softly at me. I felt my face brighten in redness.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Alan," I told him.

   He left the room a couple of seconds later. I finished my tea and quickly pulled out a small photo of me and my family. 

   I wished I wasn't so harsh on them then. The one day I visited them, I was so mad and upset with that day that I completely forgot they're my family, I treated them like strangers and I even swore at them, something I would never do to them. Who knew it could be the last time I'd see them smile?. 

   Tears began to well in my eyes and the lump in my throat grew bigger. I dropped the picture and covered my face with my arm. 

(Chris's POV)

   I looked through the peephole to Alan's room. I could see him crying to a photo I presume. A girlfriend? Family? Whatever it was, I could feel his pain somehow. I know you're never supposed to earn a personal relationship with rescues, but he was different. Most are frantic and disoriented. He seemed calm and collected, he kept his composure, but then again he fainted when we first rescued him, so he's got that going for him. He's got something in him that I don't really understand but I can somehow understand, as contradicting as that sounds. 

I have to do something!

(Alan's POV)

   I heard a knock on the door, I moved my arm before telling them to come in. It was from Chris. I quickly tried to dry my eyes before he could see them.

"Don't bother trying to hide it, I saw you crying," He said. I sniffled before wiping a tear from my red cheek.

"It's okay to cry, don't worry. . ." He said in a comforting tone. I cried even more tears, knowing someone was actually comforting me instead of saying to toughen up or "Shut up and be a man!".

"Sorry if I made you cry more," He whispered before wiping a tear with his sleeve. I grabbed his arm and involuntarily hugged it. I expected him to jerk away, but he held his ground and waited for me to stop. I let go of his sleeve which was soaked in tears. 

"I'm not even gonna ask if you're okay because I already know you're not." He joked. He wiped away my tears and dried my cheeks.

"What were you crying about?" He asked.

"I shouldn't have been so harsh on my family when I visited them. I didn't know it could be the last time I saw them," My voice cracked as more tears ran down my cheeks. 

"Jeg er en slik idiot!" I cried.

"Hey, it'll be okay, you're lucky none of this is happening where they are, you might still be able to visit them another time." He comforted me. He then hugged me. He succumbed to his comfort, I don't cry like a five year-old but I was screaming for relief so I never questioned it. I felt a light kiss on my cheek, it was strange but solacing. 

"Sorry," He said. I whimpered and held onto him tighter. 

"If it makes you better, I can take you back there and you can visit them again," 

"Please. . ." I whispered. 

A/N
Sorry for the long wait, my writing program I use kept fussing and erasing my progress so this story was one of many drafts.