Reid's Secret Life

Going on tour with Rascal Flatts

*Warning, there is a gay scene at the end of the chapter.*

Reids POV "Reid sweetie, you need to wake up. Its already 12 in the afternoon." I moaned. I didn't want to get out of bed. I was tired, and still weak from yesterday. "Come on, don't make me drag you out of bed, cause I will." I moaned and threw the blanket over my head. I felt him crawl on the bed. He pulled the blanket off my head. "Are you ever going to get up?"  "No. I'm tired." "I know, but it's late, you need to get up." "I don't want to." He sighed and picked me up. He carried me to the front of the bus and laid down on the couch. He laid me on top of him and put a blanket over us. "You can go back to sleep if you want, or watch TV with me." He said. I thought about it. I was tired, but I honestly didn't want to go back to sleep. I laid my head on his chest, and he gently rubbed my back. "It's OK sweetheart. Just rest." "I don't want to sleep." "Then, do you want to watch a movie with me?" "No." "Than what do you want to do?" "I don't know." "OK. How's your head?" "It's fine. It doesn't hurt." "Thats good." "Where are the other two?" "In their own buses. We each have our own bus." "Oh, OK." "Yeah, I needed to get a break from them, so I got my own bus." "Why, were they bothering you?" "They always bother me. It was the way they were treating me. I had enough of it, and got my own bus, which they weren't very happy about it. But, I can care less. They can't control me." "That is true." "Yup. They think they can, but I won't let them." "Why are they trying to control you?" "Cause they want to have control over everything." "Oh wow." "Yeah. I got fed up with them." "I bet. I would too." "Is that why you disappeared from your parents house and went to your girlfriends?" "Yes, I was tired of dealing with my Dad. The only one who knew I left was Kim." "I know, I've been talking to her. She's been informing me about you." "What all has she told you?" "Well, she told me that your feelings are sensitive, and that your girlfriend was pregnant. She also told me that you had moved in with you girlfriend to get away from your parents and your brother. Why are you avoiding your brother?" "I don't want to talk about it." "OK. I know you don't trust me, but I would like to know more about you." I sighed, I don't know him very well, and I'm not in the mood to talk about anything. I just kept my head on his chest and listened to his heart beat. He gently rubbed my hair. I could tell he was being careful of where he rubbed my head. I was thankful for that. I really didn't want my head hurting again. That wasn't fun dealing with. "Where's Isabelle?" I asked, the thought coming to mind. "She's laying down in her bunk. Which is suppose to be both of Yalls but since I had to be careful with you, I just laid you in my bed in the back." "Where did you sleep, if I was in your bed?" "I slept on the couch. Which is fine, I didn't care." "Oh." "I didn't want to bother you, or do anything to make you uncomfortable." "OK." Was all I said. I didn't know what else to say. I just listened to his heart beat, and fell asleep. *Two hours later* I woke up and saw I was in the back room again. I wondered if I was dreaming the whole thing earlier or if it really happened. I heard someone coming to the back room. I figured it was just the guy who took me on the road. "You're finally awake?" "Yes, but how did I get back here?" "I brought you back here when the other two came over to bother me." "Oh OK." He walked up to me and sat next to me. "How you feeling?" Tired, as usual." "I figured. I heard you don't sleep well." "No, I don't. Mainly with everything I've been through, and living in fear for the longest time, has affected my sleep." "I'm sorry sweetheart. I hope I'm able to change that." "You're really willing to take care of me, aren't you?" "Yes, I am. I want you to have a better life, then the one you've been dealing with." I still dont understand why he cares for me so much, but hearing that, made me want to cry. But, I held it back. Or at least tried to, until he hugged me. I wrapped my arms around him, and cried. He gently sat me up and rubbed my back. "It's OK sweetheart. I do care about you, even though you don't believe me." "It's not that I don't believe you, its that I don't know why you do. You don't know me very well." "I don't care if I don't know you very well, I still care about you. You need someone who can love you and take care of you, and I want to be that person. Please let me." "I will, but I'm still gonna question things." "I  figured. But thank you for letting me take care of you." "You're welcome." I said a little upset. I wasn't too happy about this. I'm not use to people caring for me. I just hope he doesn't start spoiling me. I don't think I'll ever get use to that. "Would you like to go lay down with your girlfriend?" "No. I honestly don't want to move. Your bed is really comfortable." "I know it is. But, you're welcome to lay in here any time." "Thanks." "It's no problem, if you ever need anything, let me know." "OK. Is there a way I can have your phone number?" "Of course." He gave me his number and I saved it in my phone. I sent him a message, so he would have my number. Then he walked out of the room. I texted Isabelle to come to the back room with me. She replied back saying OK. "What's up Reid?" "Nothing, I just wanted my girlfriend with me." "Oh, OK." She closed the door and crawled in bed with me. "I'm surprised how big this room is. This is the kind of bus we were looking for." "Yeah, but its OK. It looks like he will be taking care of me." "Who, Gary?" "Yeah, that's his name. He told me, but I forgot it." "Well, that doesn't surprise me. I heard you had a slight concussion, what happened?" "My Dad, what else?" She sighed. "I wish you never went over there. I had a bad feeling about that." "Yeah, well, I regretted it too. My head was hurting like crazy, but I'm glad it doesn't now." "I am too, and I'm glad you're OK." "I am too, but, apparently my blood pressure was high." "Oh wow, its probably from all the stress you were under." "Wouldn't surprise me. I'm still having some trouble breathing." "Do you have your inhaler?" "No, I didn't have it when I was in the hospital. So I don't know where it is." "I'm going to go see if Gary has it." "OK." She left the room, and I tried to keep control of my breathing, but it was hard. I dont know what is going on with me. Isabelle came back, and Gary was behind her. He came up to me and gently sat me up. "Its OK Reid, I'll have to get you a new inhaler, cause I don't have yours. No one gave me one, or told me you needed one." I didn't say anything. I couldn't speak, and I could hardly breathe. Gary sat behind me, and leaned me against him. He rubbed my stomach, and tried to keep me calm. "It's OK Reid, just relax. Does he have asthma?" "Yes. He gets it pretty bad sometimes." Isabelle said. He sighed and held me close to him. I felt like I was about to pass out. I was glad that Gary was holding on to me. "You need to get to a store soon, he looks like he is about to pass out." "Hang on sweetheart, I will get an inhaler for you. I promise, but you need to hang on." I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold on, I couldn't breathe, I was getting really lightheaded, and I couldn't focus on anything. I laid my head against his shoulder and tried to catch my breath, but I couldn't. I heard him sigh, and he gently rubbed my chest. "Its alright sweetie. I promise." He said worried. I ended up passing out, I was low on oxygen, and no one was able to do anything. *Three hours later* I woke up and had a bad headache. I could tell someone was holding me, but I couldn't see who it was. My vision was foggy. "Hey sweetheart, you OK?" I shook my head no. I still wasn't able to speak. "I'm sorry Reid, I was trying to get to a store before you passed out. But, that didn't happen." Obviously, that didn't happen, cause I did pass out. "I got you an inhaler, at least. Just let me know when you need it." I just nodded my head, so he knew I heard him. "Can you at least breathe now?" I shook my head no. I may be able to breathe a little better then earlier, but I still couldn't breathe properly. He gave me the inhaler, and I took at least two puffs out of it. I gave it back to him and turned on my side, hiding my face in his stomach. He rubbed my back, and held me close to him. "What's wrong Reid?" "Nothing." You sound like you're still having trouble breathing." "Cause I am." "Should I take you to the hospital?" "I don't care." "OK."