Band One-Shots {VOL. 1 COMPLETE}

Noel Fielding ~@foo_fighters_DCNPT

You loved Noel. He was your best friend, and boyfriend.

He was absolutely amazing, hilarious, quick, artistic, creative, imaginative, talented, you could go on for hours.

But, just like any great creator of arts, he was depressed.

Creating was his way of coping.

As he has said himself, "Reality depresses me, so I need to create fantasy worlds, and escape in them."

He didn't speak about it much. When confronted about it he would simply brush upon it, but never give you a full understanding of what he was going through.

Just the other day he was confronted by an interviewer; "Do you ever cry yourself to sleep?"

"Yes, just last night."

"Over what?"

"The concept of time."

...

There really was nothing you could do about it but let him create, which both made you feel hopeless and in your place all at the same time.

You walked into the room to find him sitting on the couch, twirling his hair around his finger, as he leant back and looked at nothing in particular.

You walked a little further into the room.

Noel noticed, and his eyes went from unfocused, over to yours, giving you a light grin.

"Alright." He greeted In an extremely soft tone.

You smiled back, taking a seat on a chair, next to the couch.

"How are you?" you asked.

He totted his head from side to side, as he slanted his mouth.

"I'm alright." he responded finally.

You stared into his blue eyes for a moment.

"Are you sure?" you asked.

"Yeah." he extended, his eyes leaving yours.

You continued to stare at his face.

You've never wanted to push the subject, you felt that if you did that Noel would resist telling you, and then maybe... Never open up to you.

You got up, leaning forward and kissing his cheek.

"I'm always here for you." you stated.

You began to walk out of the room and suddenly you heard his voice lightly call out.

"Y/N?"

You stopped at the doorframe, placing a hand on it and turning around.

"Yeah?" you asked.

"I'll tell? Uhm, if you would like to know... Depression wise?" he tried to form a sentence, but he wasn't always the quickest to open up in normal words, since he always coped with art.

You nodded, showing him that you understood, and walked back into the room, sitting on the couch next to him.

After listening intently for a few hours, which Noel tried to describe how he felt and how he'd never opened up to anyone about this besides Julian, you really felt like you understood his situation better now.

You were at a loss for words and didn't know how to respond to the information he had just given you, so you spoke simply; "I'm not sure how to respond, but I just want you to know that I don't see you and wont see you any differently. You'll still be creative, hilarious, attractive, loving, caring Noel."

"I'm very grateful for that." he responded.

"Now come on, I noticed that your shoes have been getting a tad beat lately, There's a new shop that just opened next to TopShop, I'm sure we can find some of those Fancy Cuban Heeled Chelsea boots that you love so much." you said, immediately cheering him up.

Noel always loved to shop, though he wasn't addicted to it.

His favorite shoes were Two inch Cuban heeled Chelsea Boots.

You figured maybe purchasing some new ones would make him a little happier, of course this wasn't a permanent cure, but it excited Noel.

"I'll grab my keys." you told him, laughing at his sudden child like demeanor.

As you began to walk away, you felt your wrist being grabbed.

"Wait," he started.

"Yes?" you turned to face him completely as you grabbed both his hands.

"You are the best." he said, pressing his lips softly to yours.

After a short, sweet kiss, you parted and went for your keys.

You knew that he would be okay.

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A/N:

I hope this was good!