Zach Herron, the smallest, youngest, and most fragile member of why don't we. Zach has been getting hate for as long as he can remember. One day, a fan calls out to him during a show, making everything worse. Will the hate get to him?
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It's been days without the small rosey cheeked boy. The house was quiet, dull. I was sitting on his bed, holding his hoodie in my hand. His scent was barley there from the amount of time I spent in here. I let out a sigh, my eyes going to the note on his desk. I still can't believe he ran away. I wish I knew why he ran away. I mean, he was sick and when I came to check on him he was gone? Is he still sick? I sigh, looking at the ceiling as I plop on my back.
"Hey how're you holding up?" Corbyn asks, walking in the room.
"My sick boyfriend disappeared how do you think I'm doing." I mumble.
"I'm sorry." He says sitting by me.
"Why did he leave?" I ask, my eyes tearing up.
"I don't know-" his phone buzzes, interrupting him. He glances at me before checking it.
"It's the update account." I sit up, looking over his shoulder.
wdw updates✨ @WDWupdatesofficial Zach leaving an Uber at the beach! pic/twitter:
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"I'll drive." We quickly ran down stairs, struggling to slip on shoes before running out of the house.
I swear Corbyn was breaking every speed limit as he drove. We quickly got to the beach and the first place I went was the rock. My shoulders fall as I notice the small boy was nowhere in sight.
"Maybe he's walking around?" Corbyn suggests.
"Yea yea sure." We started walking around, walking up and down the beach, even checking the pier. He was gone.
"God damnit." I run my hand through my hair, biting my lip as my eyes began to water.
"Let's go get a drink okay? Take a break before we look again?" He suggests.
"Sure whatever." I grumble. We walk along the shops at the beach, going into a Starbucks.
"I'll order go sit okay?" I nod, walking over to a booth in the far corner of the shop, glancing out the window. Where are you Zach?
"What's the plan?" Corbyn asks, sitting across from me with two coffees and a blueberry scone.
"I don't know. He's here I know it. That update was maybe 15 minutes ago. Who comes to the beach for less than 15 minutes before leaving?" I sigh. He nods, taking a bite of his scone.
"Holy shit this is good." I glance at the pastry, watching as he offers me some. I take a bite before handing it back.
"Yea that is pretty good." I agree.
"Order for Linda!" I glance at the lady, watching as she grabs her drink.
"Do you think he's okay?" I ask glancing back at the blonde.
"It's been about 3 days Jack. I'm sure he's better and is somewhere safe." He reassures.
"I miss him Corbyn. He's my baby. The love of my life and he's gone." Corbyns expression softens.
"Order for Jason!"
"I know it's hard Jack. He's like a little brother to me and now he's gone. We're all hurting but we will find him. I know we will." He reassures.
"Thanks Corbyn." I steal the last bite of the scone, the blonde looking at me in mock offense.
"Hey that was mine!" I roll my eyes, smiling.
"Order for Zach!"
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