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DECEMBER 23rd
corbyn woke up, shivering face first into his pillow. the only part of his body that had been relatively warm was his two arms which were stuffed under his body, clutching on to a blanket that had some how slipped beneath him in his sleep. after a few minutes of slipping in and out on consciousness, he turned his head to face the other body beside him. "daniel?" he chuckled, noticing the boy was slipping off the edge of the bed. "hey stupid, you're going to hurt yourself," he hauled the boy back up on to the mattress, hearing him let out a low groan.
"morning," daniel yawned. his eyes were comforted by the dark room. not even sunlight was able to seep through the protective shades and curtains that blanketed the windows. "we leave today," he sighed, glancing over at the brunet who was fidgeting with the lamp beside him.
"mmh," corbyn hummed, turning the knob of the lightbulb once again, "that's weird. the light won't turn on," he looked back over at daniel, pointing to the blond's side of the bed, "does yours work?"
daniel reached over, messing with the light source for a while, but still was unsuccessful in his mission to turn it on. "what time is it anyways?" he asked.
corbyn picked up his phone expecting it to be around ten. their alarms were set for 10:15 and they hadn't gone off yet. "what the fuck!" he exclaimed, startling a still exhausted daniel, "it's 12:30 daniel, we overslept!"
daniel scrambled to grab his own phone, double checking the time. "shit," he cursed, "did the other boys leave? why didn't they come get us?" he questioned, getting ready to call one of his other three band mates.
"we all had flights at different times. mine is literally taking off now and yours leaves in an hour," corbyn sighed. the five boys were going home for the holidays; not la home, but their real hometowns. he shook his head in disbelief before getting up out of bed, feeling the chilly air hit him. he walked to the window where it was significantly colder, and pulled back the blinds to reveal a dark gray sky. he could hardly make anything out as a thick coat of snow was covering everything from roads, to cars, to the small shops just outside the hotel. "well that explains the power outage," he sighed, turning back around to face a seemingly stressed out daniel.
"corbyn tomorrow is christmas eve. there's no way we're making it home in time," he panicked. christmas was especially important to daniel and his family. they always went overboard with everything related to the holiday. from corny christmas cards to tacky decorations; the seavey family were practically a walking hallmark movie.
"you might still be able to make it home," corbyn said in attempt to give the boy some hope, "oregon isn't that fa- okay well maybe it is far," he nervously chuckled.
"yeah, try the other side of the fucking country," daniel rolled his eyes. the boys had just finished up the last leg of tour and were currently in a tiny town in new hampshire. wolfeboro to be exact. "no, there's no way i'm making it home. plus, i'm not leaving you here alone."
corbyn smiled at the comforting thought of him at least having daniel around. he then proceeded to grab one of daniel's hoodies from off of the leather chair next to him and slipped it over his body. it wasn't anything unusual for them to share clothes. daniel's were slightly larger anyways which warmed corbyn right up. "let's go down to the lobby and see if they know anything," he suggested. daniel just huffed, falling backwards on to the bed. "cmon," corbyn whined, grabbing his hands and pulling him upwards.
"okay, okay," daniel gave in, rising to his feet beside corbyn, "can i at least get in the bathroom? i look like a walking train wreck."
corbyn laughed, pushing the boy ahead of himself and towards the smaller sized bathroom. "go get ready princess," he teased.
daniel whipped his head back, "if anybody is the princess here, it's you! you're wearing my clothes!" he defended, giving corbyn a light shove. the brunet dramatically threw himself back on the bed as daniel rolled his eyes. "princess," he jokingly spat.
"yeah yeah, just go get ready."
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[a/n] first chapter not that interesting, but i promise it's gonna get better!
