can u do one where josh is away on tour but ty calls u because josh is sad and u liek drive out or something to make sure he's ok? thnaks love ur writing <33
JOSH DUN IMAGINE
You groaned as your alarm went off on the bed side table. You slung your arm over lazily, sitting up. You really needed to start going to bed earlier-
Your eyes narrowed in on the clock as it read half past two.
Your alarm wasn’t set to go off for five more hours.
Then you saw the name flashing across your screen. Why the hell was Josh calling you this late? Your throat tightened as you answered cautiously.
“Hello?” your voice was raw from sleeping.
No one responds, and at first you think he’s just pocket-dialed you, but then you hear the choppy breathe and your heart immediately sinks.
“Josh?” you say softly.
“I’m sorry-“ he chokes, his voice a whisper. “I know it’s late, I didn’t mean to wake you up, but-“ he sighs heavily, “It won’t stop, Y/N. It won’t go away.”
You sit up, full panic because you knew.
“Breathe“ you say immediately.
You hear Josh inhale sharply, but his exhale is interrupted by a sob.
“I can’t,” he hiccups, “Y/N, I can’t breathe-“
Tears are immediately falling down your cheeks. Your chest aches for him. You wanted to hold him, tell him it would be okay. You longed to stroke his hair, press his forehead against yours, cry with him until he fell asleep.
But you were hours away. They’d be home in three days. You wished he could’ve held off until then.
You bit your lip sharply, trying to think of something you could say to make it all stop.
“You can, Josh. Just breathe, you can do it,” you instructed.
You contradict yourself and hold your own breath, as you listen to him through the line.
Josh finally gets his breathing under control before sighing, “It’s getting bad, Y/N. I can’t make it stop.”
You squeezed your eyes shut and try to make your voice sound normal. “I know,” it’s deep and unnatural sounding, “I know, it’ll be okay though. It’ll all be fine, I promise.”
“Yeah?” you ask.
“Thank you,” Josh breathes.
You smile slightly. “Anything for you.”
Josh finally falls asleep around 3. You only hang up after his breathing has steadied and you know he’s resting peacefully.
Even with that comfort, you can’t sleep yourself. Your stomach is in knots just thinking of him being in so much pain, so far away. You hurt the rest of the night for him.
The day drags. You’re a walking zombie, exhausted and mentally so far away from reality. You sigh in relief when four o’clock comes and you’re finally free to head home. You imagine your bed. Cozy and warm and ready to be slept in. You’d skip dinner. You didn’t even care. All you needed was sleep.
You pulled your phone out as you walked to your car.
You narrowed your eyes in on the four missed calls from Tyler, all within the hour.
Your tired eyes suddenly didn’t feel so heavy.
You dialed him back quickly.
“Ty?” you say as soon as he picks up.
“Y/N,” he says urgently.
“What’s up?” your voice was full of worry.
“It’s Josh-He’s freaking out.”
“What do you mean “freaking out”?”
“Won’t come out of his bunk- says he doesn’t want to perform anymore. He said it’s too much, said he can’t do it- I don’t know what to do, Y/N, he’s really freaking me out-”
“I’m on my way,” you blurt out, not thinking twice.
“I’m on my way, I can get there in like three hours, okay?”
“Y/N, are you sure?” Tyler asks.
“Yeah, he needs me, I’m coming.”
You didn’t bother stopping at home first. That would only delay you all the more. Instead, you filled up your gas tank and made a straight shot to Detroit, navigating the venue with your GPS.
When you were about half an hour away, you called Tyler up again, reminding him to let security know you were coming. He said he would, before giving you a quick update on Josh. He still hadn’t left the bus. You cringed just imagining how much pain he was in.
You pressed down harder on the gas pedal.
Finally, you found yourself pulling into the already-crowded venue. It was seven o’clock, the show should be starting in an hour. You doubted that would be happening, though.
Security stopped you, of course.
“It’s important-“ you protested.
“I need to see a pass,” the man stated.
“I don’t have a pass,” you whined, pulling your phone out. You dialed Tyler quickly. “I’m with the band!” you said desperately, before realizing how cliche that sounded.
“Y/N, where are you?” Tyler answered quickly.
“Come get me, security won’t let me through,” you said impatiently.
“Damnit,” he groaned, “I’m on my way.”
Sure enough, moments later, Tyler’s clambering off the tour bus and waving you through.
“Good?” you asked the man.
He nodded, clearly still surveying the whole situation.
You didn’t stick around for him to change his mind. Instead, you bolted towards the tour bus.
“Where is he?” you asked, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face.
“He’s on the couch out back. Pulled the curtain, he keeps yelling at anyone that tries to go in.”
You nod, cautiously making your way onto the bus. You see the dark curtain drawn and pause. Maybe Josh wanted to be alone. Maybe he’ll find it super invasive that you drove all this way. Maybe he doesn’t want you here.
You swallow your insecurities and slowly pull the fabric around so you can fit through.
Your heart sinks when you see him, curled up on the couch, his back facing you. His head is resting on the leather, his arms crossed tightly across his body.
You walk over instantly, wanting nothing more than to cradle him against your chest like a child and rock all his pain away. But you hesitate.
Josh hears your footsteps and groans. “Go away,”
“Please don’t make me drive all the way home this soon,” you say quietly.
Josh’s head snaps to the side upon hearing your voice.
“Y/N,” is all he says.
“Hey Josh,” you whisper back.
“What’re you doing here?”
“Ty called me,” you explained, “said you were having a hard time.”
He nods slowly, his puffy red eyes never leaving yours.
“Why didn’t you call me again?”
“Didn’t want to bother you,” he says quietly.
“You could never bother me,” you say, “it’s physically impossible.”
His face scrunched suddenly and his eyes start to glisten with tears.
You break the gap between you immediately, folding into his side on the couch and wrapping your arms around him. Josh instantly hugs you back, clinging to you like his life depended on it. A few tears turned into heavy sobs and you couldn’t do anything but hold him.
Your stomach hurt, hearing his cries and knowing that you couldn’t take the pain away. You rested your chin on his shoulder, stroking his back softly and whispering in his ear.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here. I’m right here.”
“Make it stop-“ Josh says. His voice was all blubbery and full of pain.
You squeezed your eyes shut, wishing more than anything that you could.
But you couldn’t, so you sat with it, listening to the broken sounds of a broken boy.
After Josh’s sobs had finally subsided, he pulled back slightly, “I’m so sorry-“ he hiccuped.
“No-‘ you protested, “No it’s okay, you’re allowed to feel all this, it’s okay-“
He’s shaking his head and wiping his eyes, clearly embarrassed, “I can’t do it- I can’t play tonight, I’m sorry.”
You nod, “That’s okay, Josh. I’ll tell Tyler. You don’t have to play tonight.”
He nods slowly, letting out a sigh of relief. His head falls back against the couch and he closes his eyes.
“I’m gonna go tell him,” you whisper, getting up and leaving the room.
Tyler is waiting outside the tour bus, chewing furiously on his nails.
“What happened?” he asks immediately jumping towards you.
“He can’t play tonight,” you state.
“What?” Tyler asks in disbelief. He’s clearly distressed. “What about the show?”
“Ty-“ you say, “He’s not okay right now. His mental health is way more important than this show.”
Tyler sighs, closing his eyes, tilting his head back and nodding. “You’re right,” he finally says. “I’ll go take care of it. You stay with him, yeah?”
You nod, “Of course.”
Josh is in a deep sleep by the time you’re back. His chin is nuzzled against the crook of his shoulder, his neck bent and looking like it might be sore in the morning if he stayed in that position too long. You sigh a breath of relief though, because at last, his face looks peaceful.
A couple of hours later, you hear movement from the couch, so you look up.
Josh’s eyes are opened and he’s staring at you.
“Hey,” he mumbles, his voice deep.
“Hi,” you say back, putting down your notebook.
“What time is it?” he asks groggily.
“Half past nine.”
Josh squeezes his eyes shut again, sighing, and sounding frustrated.
“I can’t believe I missed a show.”
Your face softens and you stand up, making your way over to the couch. Josh sits up, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands before you sit beside him.
You let your head fall softly on his shoulder.
“It’s more important that you take care of yourself,” you say.
He nods. “I know. I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” his voice slightly breaks on the last word.
“Nothing, Josh. Nothing. We’re gonna get you help, it’s all going to be okay.”
He grabs your hand then, intertwining your fingers and squeezing slightly.
You smile softly to yourself, squeezing his hand tightly back. “Anything for you.”
This show would have made Shakespeare proud. Beautiful, over-the-top, intense narrative, treason, intrigue, enemies to friends to lovers, rival houses, ghosts, murder, comedy and of course two really amazing main characters this show is everything that makes a good Shakespeare play.
And Rosaline. Like look at her. Look at this goddess. And then look at this idiot who is so fucking in love with her? Like I just… *sighs* god i miss this show already.