Stone Heart { Daniel Ricciardo x reader }

Chapter 6

The letter you received today was like the others, you learned that he was scared of thunder and didn't know how to turn his washing machine and that he had wished for you to hold his hand to reassure him because of the lighting that was making the night look more like that day.

Your day at work was an okay one, nobody was being too much of a pain in your ass and you even got invited to go and drink with your colleague and friend in a pub downtown. Naturally you suggest the pub you had worked in as a university student. It has been a while since you spent an evening and went to say hello to your old boss. They were like a nice family to you and were always supportive and nice with you, like Daniel's family. Tonight wasn't about him anyway, you had a nice day to not think of him for once and you wanted to enjoy it until it lasted, so you push away the thought before the little seed gets comfortable in your mind and grows into new memories or a painful feeling again.

So there you were sitting in that familiar pub, everyone was so happy to see you and even let you take your place behind the bar at the time to pull the drink for your colleague and you. The evening was going smoothly, you had a laugh and fun, talking about each other's secrets who were more and more juicy as the night set and the drink came. You realise that you didn't have these little unmentionable secrets, except maybe this one from that famous night in 2014, but no chance in hell you will talk about this one, it was reserved for the two persons who were concerned by this and it was Daniel and you. You didn't have this much "fun" like your friends around the table. You could have felt miserable and you were a little bit, but what was the point of you sleeping around with guys you won't remember the name the next day ? The concept wasn't really your style, and how to get fuck or fuck someone if the only person you imagine yourself was miles away.

His face appeared in your head like an evidence, an alarm with great timing ready to torture yourself at any moment making you zoned out of the conversation about men nd their pride to only think about one man, the man you wish you could have called yours. It tooks him to leave all those years ago for you to realise that you had fallen in love with your best friend. You had tried as hard as you could to suppress these feelings, to shut them down, but everything changed back in 2014, turning the word love into something that shouldn't be mentioned or pronounced under the penalty of being repressed by your death stare. Nobody knows why but everyone understands not to piss you off with the subject. Not a single one of my friends even tried to dig up the trauma that you had lived through and help you. You were suffering alone inside, not letting anyone in to ease your pain. Sometimes you wish someone was stubborn enough to not care about all the warnings you had put and try to get to you. You were hoping for it some day because it was a lonely path you were on and it was literally eating you alive.

HIs face looked so young in the dream you were having, nobody noticed you had stayed quiet for a while and sat in the back of the lounge sofa you were in, sipping your drink without actually drinking anything, your eyes blank starting to get dry, you were focusing into the unknown. It could have been scary if your colleagues didn't know how you were, they weren't questioning it anymore, or they weren't daring to ask.

Suddenly Daniel became more clear in your eyes, his features transforming into how he was today, remembering what he was wearing this morning, how his hair were styled as well, you were taking back by the sudden precision of your memory until one of your friend slap you out of it, you were ready to complain when you heard what the subject of their new conversation.

"Oh my ... Is that who I think it is ?" one said, " There is no way he wouldn't come here ... " your friend in front of you retorted. Of course it didn't take long for you to connect the dots as a very familiar face appeared in your view field. You now realise that it was why you had seen him clearly, it was because he was in front of you in the flesh ... behind that window at first and now into the pub. Daniel Ricciardo ... your friends were going mental right now, trying to keep their composure, if only they knew.