- Music or Movement? - (No Straight Roads x Reader Oneshots)

Breathe In, Breathe Out - 1010

There isn't any art because I didn't make any in time. I'll post the art up once I make it.

Had the year not been as eventful as it had, I would have believed this to be the most terrifying moment of my life. 

My body was frozen to the seat, not moving despite the ongoing pinch in my thigh. The noises around me were swelling, pushing away any grasp I had on the world around me. The room began to melt, the red and blue blurring into a warm purple, but it wasn't helping the pounding drum in my chest. 

'Am I going to die?'

I felt like I was going to pop under the bursting pressure that trapped me. I wasn't upset by the events but the sheer terrifying nature that was undergoing was evoking some sort of emotion that I didn't like. I wanted to hide myself, evapourate from the earth and reform back up in the stars. Drift far, far, away and never come back. 

I was afraid to make sense of anything in fear of what I might learn.
What was going on? What was happening? The answer was at the tip of my nose and it hurt me to reach for it.

What was happening?

I was sitting in a limo with 1010 at my sides.

Having five robots programmed with the 'hormonal dumbass-ry' of your average teenager sitting around you chirping away like budgies wasn't the best for someone who could get easily overwhelmed by the noise.

It wasn't bad at first, standing there waiting for the limo. It wasn't a flying one, it had wheels. 

Once I had taken my seat, that was when it started. 

I'm not much of a talker so to be sandwiched between five chatterboxes made it hard to keep calm. Secondly was that the boys had a habit of grabbing people. They never meant it in any bad way, they're very much the hugging type. 

It's just that...

I never did well with physical contact...

And 1010 keeps forgetting that.

The long sleeves and gloves weren't just a fashion choice, It was a shield that kept a whole part of me away from everyone else. A barrier from the other half I never wanted to face.

My hands began to curl as my lungs started to crunch and stretch under the heat. The air was thick and choking to breathe in and each second began to hurt. 

I felt scared. 

And 1010 began to notice.

"(Y/n)?"

ah, my ears still work

"(Y/n), are you ok?"