start over | dreamwastaken x reader (sequel to split)

When we get home from dinner at Clay's parents Alex is the first one to stream. I opt out of being around. I promised my old boss that I would help her out and I need to do that. I hold up in my room for the night typing away on the computer. I feel left out but I do what I have to. I'm an adult and sometimes I have adult decisions that need to be made.

I know the boys are done when Karl comes walking into my room huffing and puffing. I guess it was the night of hot wings which means Clay is going to be in a rage of misery. The man can't handle any bit of spice. I'm going to assume he'll complain about me not being there to save him for the rest of the night.

I send off the finished plan-o-grams to my boss and turn to Karl who has dropped face first into my bed. "You good fam?" I laugh a little.

"My mouth is on fire." He groans into the sheets not even bothering to look in my direction.

"Man up you little bitch." I pat his back knowing all to well that Clay will be a million times worse than he is right now.

"Tell your boyfriend that and then come back." He finally turns to look at me. His eyes are tearing and it's clear this man is in pain. He put himself up to this. It's his own fault for agreeing.

I follow Karl's words and go to find Clay. He's curled up on the floor in the kitchen absolutely losing his shit. He is such a baby when it comes to spice. I grab a yogurt popsicle from the freezer and hand it to him. He instantly shoves it in his mouth. I don't even get a thank you. He's just too lost in a fit of pain to acknowledge my savior.

"I think I killed everyone." Alex says as he looks at me sat on the floor comforting Clay.

"Sounds about right." I laugh. "They're all babies. But you seem to be a bit sweaty yourself. Maybe you're all babies."

"Don't even talk until you've tried." He rolls his eyes at me as he cleans up their mess.

"I'm not stupid enough to put myself through the torture. Even if it is for content." I shake my head as Clay finally sits up.

It doesn't take long for him to fold himself into me. This boy is a lost cause. It seems as though I'll be on nurse duty for the night. It burns going in and it burns going out. It's going to be a very rough night for all of them.

***

The night settles into quietness as everyone escapes to their sleeping places for the night. Clay has already spent a good few hours curled up in his bed. His stomach has been turning ever since Q's stream and he's been a whiny little bitch about it all.

I've been trapped in his arms. Which I'm definitely not complaining about. He wants silence and then he wants distraction. It's a never ending battle trying to get him comfortable for the night. But I eventually get him comfortable enough to fall asleep. I check on the rest of the boys one last time before retreating back to Clay for the night.

As I walk down the hallway I feel like I see something but everyone's packed away. Patches is locked in Clay and I's room. There is no one to be about so I chalk it all up to seeing things and forget about it for the night. Or at least I try to. I'm exhausted and your mind likes to play tricks on you when you're this way.

The next morning is Disney day. We know it's going to be an absolute shit show of a day. We honestly might last about fifteen minutes before all hell breaks loose. If one fan sees us it's a done deal. We will be sent packing immediately. Clay tried to get us in before or after hours but there was just no way. His usual successful persuasion fails us.