why don't we imagines

moonlight pt.3 (d.s.)

a/n: hey, I really hope you enjoy this one, even though it says 'pt.3′ you can read the parts on their own if you wish:)

summary: daniel takes you to his hometown to meet his family + some other stuff happens. inspired by all too well (taylor's version)

wc: 3732 - i really did that😌

Your love was like the moon. It was eternal. 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 wasn't sure if he would ever find another place on Earth that matched the beauty of his hometown. Autumn was prospering effortlessly, as if the town was lit on fire. It donned vibrant colours of red, orange, and yellow on freshly fallen leaves instead of the green that dwelled in summer and fostered a misty dew upon trees that lined streets. Daniel watched you soak in all the wonders of Washington since it was your first time there. He loved the way you appreciated every fleeting image of mother nature whizzing by the open car window. Your hair whirled in the wind as if it was having its very last dance and you reached your hands out through the open window to feel the hazy atmosphere cool your hands. Your carefree spirit even inspired him to feel more excited. Washington was't as glamourous as his new place of residence but provided he didn't have to work, trips back there allowed him to break out of his bubble of familiar city life and step back inside a world nourished with memories of his childhood and feelings of his younger self. Life in his hometown was much slower than L.A. and going back there always felt like a daydream.

He had driven down the road leading to his childhood home many times before, but it felt different this time. There seemed to be a new meaning to this trip, like he was revealing a hidden piece of his heart with open arms and the hope there wouldn't be any judgement, just love and appreciation. But that felt like a big step from prior months of happy-go-lucky summer romance so the drive was quieter than usual, but still comfortable. There were low tunes playing from the speakers and only a few moments of lingering conversation, but Daniel kept one hand on top of yours resting on your thigh the whole ride. He would give your hand a little squeeze every once and a while.

You were in his old neighbourhood when the phone rang. The vibrations of his phone tucked in the cup holder in the console between them had you and Daniel both glancing down at lit screen, and Daniel muttered a "Can you get that please?" for you to answer it.

You nodded with a smile in response and picked it up, seeing an unknown name on the screen. "Jonah?" You peaked a brow.

"Jonah?" He repeated excitedly, the name resonating in his mind with a sort of uplifting familiarity. He ushered you to answer it, his gaze flickering between the niegourhood street ahead of him and the phone you held below his ear. Daniel pulled over just as the phone line cracked and you heard Jonah's muffled voice. A few animated greetings. Lingering small talk. Some eager 'yes's. And then the call was over. You waited silently with your own smile in excitement for him even though having no idea what those two boys were just talking about. Daniel was the most extraverted extravert you knew. He never objected any plans to hang out with his friends and at times, he'd just think up random reasons just to see them. He sincerely would not act the same if he would go a day without talking to others.

Daniel whipped his head over at you, holding out the phone for you to take once he drove onto the road again, his open mouthed grin waiting expectantly to spill out all the details of this phone call.

"Who was it?" You asked, leaning towards him in your seat.

"Jonah," He glanced at you. "An old friend. We used to hang out all the time when I lived here. I told him I just got here, and he asked if I could hang out sometime during my stay."