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...
Its been a good week since our soundcheck mishap. We were headed home for a small break before heading to Europe. We had about three weeks until our first show in London.
The second I got home, the first thing I did was go straight to bed. Corbyn was going to come over later, but for now wanted to give me some space to relax and enjoy some alone time.
So stripped myself of all my clothes, cuddled up in my blankets and took a nap, my untouched suitcase on my bedroom floor. I hated jet lag with a passion.
I slept for maybe a few hours when a knock sounded on my door. I shifted but didn't wake, ignoring the noise. A few moments later, the door could be heard opening and closing, the sound of someone slipping off their shoes following after.
"Daniel?" I recognized it as Corbyn but I didn't move. I could hear my bedroom door creak open before the blonde walked in. I could feel the blanket go further up my back and a kiss placed on my head.
"Sleep tight princess."
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I started to stir, shifting in my blankets. I slowly open my eyes, glancing around tiredly. I let out a groan before getting up and leaving my bed. I didn't care that I was naked as I walked out of my room and down the hall. I rub my eyes tiredly as I walk into the kitchen, opening my fridge. I glance at the apple juice, making sure it wasn't expired before taking it out and walking towards my cupboard. I grab a glass and pour myself some, taking a sip.
"Well I could get used to a view like this." I jump, nearly spilling my juice as I turn around. Corbyn was sat on my couch, looking me up and down.
"I-I didn't know you were here." I squeak, covering myself to the best of my abilities. He chuckles, standing up. I watch with a blush on my cheeks as he walks over.
"Sorry princess. Didn't mean to scare you." He says, placing a peck on my cheek before turning towards the pantry.
"Want anything to eat? I can cook you something." I nod, walking past him.
"I've been wanting pancakes for awhile. Do you know how to make those?" He nods, glancing at me.
"Where are you going?" He asks. I blush, glancing at my feet.
"To put some underwear on." He nods, and I quickly make my way back to my bedroom. I can't believe he saw me just walking around naked like that. I mean yea he's seen me naked before but was just during sexual activities. It's different.
I slip on some underwear before walking back into the kitchen. I really didn't want to wear underwear or anything really, but underwear mostly. It's felt... different? Like more snug on my pee pee. I didn't like it. I walk up to him, glancing over his shoulder as I shift a little uncomfortably.
"Mix is made. Can you get me the butter princess?" I nod, walking over and grabbing it. I shift in my place as I grab it, walking back over to the blonde. He was watching me, a worried look on his face.
"You okay love?" I nod, handing him the butter. He glances at me before turning back to the food. He uses it to grease the pan before pouring the batter into it. I watch him pour it, shifting once again.
"Ok love what's going on? Why are you shifting? Are you itchy down there? Do we need to go to the doctor?" I blush, shaking my head.
"I need new underwear. These are too tight. Didn't want to wear any but you came over." I admit, embarrassed.
"Hey love you don't have to wear them. If you don't want to be naked just wear a large shirt or some sweatpants. I'll go out and buy you some more okay?" I blush, but nod.
"Thank you Corby." I mumble as I hug him. He smiles, before his face falls.
"Shit the pancakes!" He looks over, quickly turning the stove off.
"Um I'll get breakfast while I'm out too." He says sheepishly, looking at the burnt pancakes.
"Mm okay. Bye Corbyn. Love you." I say, pecking his lips before heading towards my room. I strip out of my underwear before sliding on one of Corbyn's shirts from my suitcase.
I walk out to my living room, laying on my couch and placing a blanket over myself as I watch the tv. Corbyn was watching something on the science channel, and it left me falling asleep once again. I only got to sleep for about 30 minutes before I heard the door open, and the sound of bags rustling.
"I'm back babe! I got us some breakfast and then I went to get you some underwear, but then I realized I don't know your size. It's okay though because I remembered I had a picture of your ass on my phone and the tag was sticking out and- oh you're sleeping. Oops." I didn't wake, but shifted a little.
"Sleep tight love." He hums, placing a kiss on my forehead before he disappears.
I could hear him in the kitchen, preparing the meal he had gotten for us. I wanted to sleep some more, but found myself stirring as the scent of bacon and eggs wafted into the room. I slowly made my way into the kitchen, wrapping my arms around the blonde from behind as I lay my head on his back.
"Did you have a nice nap?" He asks, continuing to work.
"Mm yes. But now I'm hungry and the food smells yummy." He chuckles, taking them off of the pan and onto a plate.
"Your underwear is on the counter." He says, pecking my lips.
"Thank you." I walk over to the package, opening it and taking one out. I slip it on, humming in satisfaction. These were perfect.
"They fit better?" Corbyn asks, turning off the stove.
"Much better." I hum. He moves the plates to my table, both of us sitting down.
"These are really good." I say after I swallow a bite of pancake.
"Anything for you. I used my own personal recipe." He says, smiling at me. I loved them. They were perfect, fluffy and tasted oh so good.
"These are actually like perfect. You need to cook for me more often." I tease. He smiles, a light blush on his cheeks.
"Like I said before, anything for you my love." I blush, smiling. We quickly finish our food, heading back out to the living room, cuddling up in the couch. I shift uncomfortably, before glancing at the blonde.
"Can you rub my tummy? The eggs are making me bloated and I don't like it." I ask quietly. He glances down at me, nodding.
"Of course baby." He rolls up my shirt, rubbing my tummy gently. I let out a satisfied hum, closing my eyes.
"You feeling okay princess?" He asks, worry laced in his voice.
"Yea I feel fine." I hum, not opening my eyes.
"Are you sure? Baby you've been sleeping a lot today." I glance at the blonde, furrowing my brows.
"Corbs it's just jet lag. It'll hit you soon enough." He looks at me, slowly nodding.
"Yea yea you're right." He glances back at the tv, his hand still rubbing circles as I slowly fall asleep once more.
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