I can still hear them laughing at me.
I hate it so much. It's becoming  a problem by now. Always waking up like this. The nightmares are truly getting out of control. I try to calm myself down. I don't even know why I have these. It all started 2 weeks after I moved. At first I thought they were just nightmares but then I started having them multiple times a night. At first I didn't know what to do. Should I tell someone? I don't want to bother anyone with this.
I slowly start to calm down. The blinds are drawn but I can tell that it's already day time. I close my eyes again and try to focus on.... Something, Anything! Then I think about rain. I imagine the sound of rain. I really focus. But after I open my eyes again, I can still hear it. That's  when I realize that it was indeed raining. I listen really closely to the rain until I notice that the house is awfully quiet.

Has he gone out? Maybe he went for a walk. I pick my phone up and search for something but nothing. No call, no text, not even a tweet or dm. It doesn't  matter right now. I have to get up.

I'm getting up as slow as possible. I'm a bit off balance so I try not to fall down. I go to my door and open it. I still can't  hear anything. Walking into the kitchen and getting a glass of water is the best idea.

Stepping into the slightly dark kitchen and getting a glass of water proves to be a task of its own. I almost hit my head on one of the cupboards. Finally getting my oh-so-much needed water, I head back to my room. Just then I hear someone talking. I stop and listen. It is really quiet but you can still hear it. I walk towards the noise. I stop in front of Darryls door.

So he IS home. Thank God. Being alone after a nightmare always made the situation worse. I'm  wondering who he's  talking to. I slowly and quietly open the door. The brightness blinds me at first but I adjust to it after some time. I can only see his back but I can definitely see Minecraft opened on his computer.

Is he recording? Or talking to his staff? Maybe something is wrong with the server. Just then a sound goes off and he says, though very quietly, thanks for the donation. That means that he's  streaming. I should go back to bed. I don't want to ruin his stream. And besides... No one knows that I moved in with him. Well, besides Vincent and my family.

I close the door and just stay there for a minute staring. My forehead hits the door and I sigh. I close my eyes and slide down the door. Turning around and sitting against the door and just listening to him talk feels nice, but... I want more. I want to just burst in and hug him. Memories of the nightmare come rushing in. I really need him. His soothing voice and his gentle hands caressing my back. I grip my head and try to make the bad thoughts go away. I let out a sniffle. Immediately I put my hand on my mouth.

I should go back to my room but I can't  move. I just sit here, sobbing quietly. I'm thinking about just leaving. Maybe that would be better. Just going to my room and not coming out for a while. But I probably won't be able to stand the questions and his worried face. It would break my heart. And I don't want him to worry about me.

My head hits the door with a quiet thud. I don't know what to do. On one hand I want to be at his side and on the other I don't want to bother him. I troll him all the time so me being needy won't make it any better.

I slowly fall back as the door opens but- wait a second. The door is opening. I'm pretty sure that I closed it. I open my eyes and look behind me. Green meets my vision. Oh no. I open my mouth but nothing comes out. I quickly get up and try to leave but my hand is being grabbed.

"Wait-", he says but then closes his mouth again.

I turn around and look him in the face. He doesn't let me go. I realize that I'm being dragged into his room. Though I think about running away it's too late. I'm already inside and he closes the door.

"Sit", is all that he says.

I'm reluctant at first but after some time I sit down on the edge of his bed and wrap my arms around myself as I hunch over. Looking down at the ground and not in his direction I can't really tell what he's doing. I only hear some typing and then a few clicks. The light in the room fades. I guess he turned his computer off- but that means he stopped streaming.

Is it my fault? Did he hear me? Is he pissed? I really wanna leave but something stops me from moving. I can only stare at the ground. Oh God what is he going to say? Why where you sitting in front of my door? Where you crying? You disturbed my stream!

I suddenly feel the bed dip beside me. I flinch, not knowing what's about to come.

"Zak...", he whispers but I only turn away more,"Please look at me."

I don't respond to him. I feel the bed dip more and then I feel something under my chin. I let him turn my face so that I'm looking at him. My eyes trail to the side however. I just can't look him in the eyes. I feel so vulnerable when he sees me like this.

"Zak, please look me in the eyes."
I try to avoid it but in the end I hold his gaze. I notice how his beautiful green eyes look so soft and kind.

"Whats wrong? Tell me", he whispers while searching for something in my eyes but not finding it yet.

I take a deep breath and let out a sigh. I close my eyes and turn my head down looking at the mattress. I fidget not knowing what to do. I really wanna tell him. So why shouldn't I?

I swallow and then open my mouth
"I had a nightmare." My voice cracks a lot and I sound very raspy. I swallow again. I can feel tears in my eyes and I take in a shaky breath.

My hands are being grabbed and pulled forward. He wrapps his arms around me and hugs me close to him. He strokes my back and i let out a soft sigh. This feels nice. I relax in his embrace and soon get sleppy again. I try to pull away but his grip tightens. 

"Darryl let me go, please" 

"No", he answers and hugs me tighter,"stay."

Surprise fills me and i pull my head back as far as i can. He turns his face to me and the look he gives me makes me weak. His eyes are soft but at the same time he has a stern frown on his face. I sigh and press my forehead against his. We look into eachothers eyes. His gaze is as soft as always. But there is something else. It looks like- no there is no way. You know what? I won't even deny it anymore. His eyes are full of love. 

I close my eyes. " Ok", I whisper to him, while I smile slightly. 

I can feel him relax at my answer. We sit there for a few more minutes before he lets go. He takes another look at me and then suddenly gets up. He starts to walk towards the door but he stops and turns around. He lightly smiles at me. Only now I realize that i had grabbed his shirt. I want to pull away but he swiftly grabs my hand and rubs the back of it with his thumb. 

"I'll be back, don't worry.", he says in a soft tone. My hand slips out of his hold and he walks away. I sit here alone and hug my knees to my chest.I hear some rumbling and turn my head to the slightly open door. There is a light but I can't tell where it's coming from. After a while Darryl walks back in with something in his hands. He places it down on the bed and stands infront of me. 

"Hands up.", he says to me and grips my shirt. I comply and put my hands up. Cool air hits my stomach as he pulls my shirt over my head. He throws it somewhere unknown and grabs the item he brought with him. He pulls it over my head and I'm immediatly engulfed in warm softness. He explains that he put my hoodie into the dry cleaner. Then he scoots me over and sits down next to me.I pull the hood over my head and look at him. He grabs the covers and in one swift move we are lying down. He pulls the covers over us and hugs me tightly. He sighs into my hair and fully presses us against eachother. I hug him back and for the first time in weeks I feel safe. That night I didn't have any nightmares. 

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Part 2?