why don't we imagines

you were good to me (d.s)

a/n: heyy. hope you like this one. it's basically like two different perspectives. 

Summary: you and Daniel deal with your breakup in different ways. 

daniel's pov

Daniel lay on his bed, sprawled out under the sheets as he pulled them slightly over his head again, turning over before sorrowful tears streamed down his face. The morning sun gleamed through the gap of curtains, the only source of light brightening his room. Daniel stared blankly at the wall as he laid on his side, cuddling into the sheets for some sort of comfort. The door opened to reveal Christian, shyly peeking through his room, "you wanna eat something? You haven't in ages Daniel, this isn't healthy." Daniel nestled his head into his pillows further, slightly shaking his head 'no'.

Christian walked in further, worry written all over his face, "Daniel..." He tried again.

"I can't believe I let her go, Chris," Daniel said sadly, slowly lifting his head up.

"Daniel it's not-" Christian started.

Daniel scrunched his face to keep his tears from flowing, "Can you just leave?" he asked, before resting his head on his pillow tiredly.

Christian sighed sadly before picking up the uneaten plate of food on his desk and leaving. He took one last look at Daniel before slowly closing the door. Christian knew he was hurting badly. Daniel's saddened face and limp arms were all Christian had to see to know that his brother was silently suffering.

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Daniel shuffled under the sheets for what felt like the millionth time, turning his body around and flipping his pillow again. He glanced carefully at his alarm clock on his nightstand, '3:00' it read. With all the energy he could muster, he slowly sat up and leaned against the headboard. He looked at the opposite wall, still adorned with polaroids and pictures of him and Y/n. He sighed deeply, gulping down his sobs before reaching for his phone. He shuffled back down in bed and unlocked his phone. A few taps on his phone led him to Instagram, even though he knew it was good for him. Daniel wanted nothing more than to experience just a glimmer of comfort, a warm glimpse at what was once his reality. Daniel scrolled through his feed and was met by a plethora of photos and edits of him and Y/n. His eyes lingered on the particular picture of him and Y/n in their apartment, their "own little space" as Y/n would say. A fresh wave of tears glistened Daniel's blue eyes as he stared at Y/n's bright eyes. He shut off his phone as he threw it to the side, returning to the bleak and weary solitude of his current self.

y/n's pov

The apartment door unlocked with a raspy noise and Y/n rushed in, dropping the empty boxes from her arms to the floor. She huffed lightly before slowly walking in. The apartment held unmatchable nostalgia, enriched with a wealth of memories and broken dreams. By the front door was a welcome mat, fashioned from antique strings, refined from dirt and grim of shoes - memories of all the adventures they went on together. Y/n took more steps forward, shifting her gaze to the portraits that hung on the wall or the red piano that stood out in the white furbished music room.

She trudged closer, grazing her fingers over the keys that were infused with memories of Daniel - the countless times he played for Y/n when she was stressed, sad or tired. Y/n lasting gaze welled up tears in her eyes and she quickly walked away to stop them from falling. She picked up the empty cardboard box swiftly, dropping the first things she saw into the box as if to make the process less painful. Y/n hurriedly packed her things and kept her eyes downcast.

A baby blue frame glimmered in the cluttered mess of their former bedroom and it's shiny exterior caught Y/n's gaze. It was a photo of her wrapped up in Daniel's warm arms. She hesitantly picked it up, the aged memory still sparking a light in Y/n's eyes, causing a great swell of sorrow in her chest. She smiled gently at the memory, letting silent tears roll down her cheeks.

daniel's pov 

With an empty house to himself, Daniel trudged slowly out of his bedroom and let himself savour the fresh air. Thoughts whirled around his head as he looked around his home, almost free of all Y/n's things - her hoodie, her makeup, everything.

Daniel still saw the world in greyish blues, the sadness of his life hugged his skin after all those weeks. It became some kind of background noise. Daniel walked back to his bedroom as another ripple of tears pricked the velvet waters of his eyes. Before slouching back on his bed, he took a moment to look at the state of his room. The mess had Daniel sighing tiredly, though he took the time to clean it. He let himself cry and hurt, no longer wanting to carry the heavy weight of suppressed emotions.

y/n's pov

Y/n stepped back before dusting off her hands as she admired her progress. The apartment was nearly empty, almost every corner and crevice was bare. Y/n walked down the stairs with her suitcases in her hands, slowly dropping them at the entrance. She looked back one last time and let the tears fall down her face, before switching off the lights and walking out.