why don't we imagines

moonlight pt.1 (d.s.)

a/n: you can read the parts on their own it you want, hope you enjoy this, love you:)

summary: Daniel and you have your first kiss. inspired by all too well (taylor's version)

Your love was like the moon. It was eternal yet ever-changing. Sometimes dim, other times bright. And much like the faithful moon, love was always there through your relationship, the best, the worst and even the moments where it was hidden in the darkness.

Daniel hopped off the couch, tossing the blanket off his legs and he sent his brother an annoyed glare, to which he received an oblivious wide eyed stare, before he turned towards the foyer.

The sun descended below the horizon, soft yellows and pinks slowly draining out of the sky as the evening aged. You and Daniel slipped through the front door quietly, pinkies linked and hearts beating for the same desire your lips didn't dare to speak. Daniel was thinking in circles. His mind danced around the idea of finally kissing you, the electric buzz of initial contact, the softness of your lips. It was only something he dreamt of but now felt like the perfect time to make it a reality. Honestly, Daniel would've made it happen earlier in the night - having worked up his courage the whole day - but his brother's interruption mid-way through the film stopped him.

"Tonight, was great." Daniel smiled, biting his lower lip nervously. He looked towards your car perched on the curb ahead. It's metal shell appeared glossy under the silver smile of subtle moonlight.

"It was." You agreed, your eyes tracing each ribbon of dirt carved in the pavement of his front walkway.

"I hope my brother didn't annoy you too badly." He chuckled, a sense of embarrassment in his expression. "said he was going to be out tonight..." he scoffed under his breath.

"No, not at all." You assured him. "It was cool having Christian there...talking every five minutes." You giggled, rolling your eyes jokingly.

"I know," He drawled, lolling his head back a little in the cool breeze. "That's like the number one thing you don't do during a movie." His hand gripped yours tighter as he laughed for a moment, sending millions of butterflies to the already huge swarm in your stomach.

"If you want, we can watch another one if you want. It's still early." He said softly.

"That's okay, I don't want you to get sick of me just yet." You sighed, dropping your gaze again. You stopped in front of him, leaning against the exterior of your car, your ankles crossed, and purse held timidly by your side.

"I could never get sick of you." He spoke softly.

Quietness fell over the two of you. Daniel took a small step forward, your bodies now only centimetres apart so that you could smell the rustic fragrance of his cologne. You lifted your head, your eyes finding his in an instant, and neither of you broke the staring contest. Daniel's gaze trailed wearily along every fragment of your expression, looking for the fondness and adoration that corresponded with his own. It felt like his eyes said what his mouth couldn't, foreshadowing the long-anticipated kiss with an almost luring nature.

The crescent moon above reflected in the blue of his eyes. It was just a faint shimmer of white, but you noticed it well. And in yours, Daniel caught sight of a blurry, mirrored image of the darkening sunset sky. He noticed your quick downward glimpse at his lips, once and then twice. That very moment he felt more at ease than he had felt the whole night. No longer did he have to wobble on the edge of nervousness; intently studying your body language or the words tumbling from your lips.

Before you could flicker your gaze for a third glimpse of his mouth, Daniel leaned in. Second guessing and hesitation seemed too far to grasp. This was it. You let your own nerves yield under the delicate touch of his lips. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you against him, not too tightly, but just enough to feel the heat emanating from your body on the pleasant summer night. Your head angled to the side, a shaky hum seeping into the air from the tickle of goose-bumps trickling along your limbs. Finally, Daniel drew his head back, his relieved sigh breezing lightly over your face. You giggled ever so quietly, catching a glimmer of his toothy grin before he pecked your cheek.

"You sure you don't want to stay?" He whispered with a furrowed brow, reaching up a hand to brush a lone strand of hair behind your ear.

You nodded.

Daniel followed behind as you walked to the driver's seat of your car. It was quiet except for the light swishing of grass with each footfall and the distant chirping of crickets in summertime nature, and he pulled the door open for you, a simple smile playing at his lips.

He lowered his head so he could look at you through the open window. "Call me when you get home." He murmured.

"Of course." You replied, feeling his warm lips on your cheek for a moment.

Daniel straightened his back and looked down at you. "Bye, Y/n"

Daniel stood by his nature strip right next to your car, lingering there from the moment the car ignition turned on until the moment your car reversed back onto the road. The wave you sent him perked up a grin on his lips, and he whispered goodbye one last time.