Band Imagines

Stress Call

A/N:

This is gonna be a boyxboy.

You got forcefully pushed into the lockers by the school bully. You whimpered and covered your face, your body shaking with fear. He punched you, kicked you, threw profanities at you, but you simply curled up into a ball and took the beatings.

He stared down at you and chuckled. He turned around and walked away, leaving you on the floor. You whimpered and uncurled. You stood up and wobbly walked to the bathrooms. You entered and closed the door, locking it. You sat down on the floor at the far end corner. You picked out your phone and you pressed speed-dial.

You pressed the phone to your ear and waited. Soon, a deep voice responded "Hello?". You smiled softly, tears brimming your eyes "Andy," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. Before you could say anything else, he replied "I'm on my way, don't hang up, okay?". You softly smiled, your body hurting all over "Okay".

He talked to you all the time, until you heard a knock at the door of the bathroom. You heard the knock also go through the phone. You smile and stood up, walking over to the door. You opened it and you were quickly engulfed in a loving embrace.

You immediately broke down crying, clinging onto your lover for dear life. He walked into the bathroom, still holding you, and closed the door behind him. He sat down and cradled you in his arms. He laid his head on your shoulder and he sang softly into your ear. His deep voice soothed you, and slowly but surely, you fell asleep in the warm embrace of your loved one.