Struck

Struck Part 2

Word count: 9.0k+

Pairing: Daniel Wagner x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ as always, language, drinking, smut, fluff.

DANNY POV

Days have passed slowly, playing show after show. You are ready to go home. You are ready for your break. Only two more shows. You've taken Josh's advice and left her alone and you have hated every second of it. You have almost texted her a few times over the past two weeks. Part of you thought that she might text you, but she hasn't.

You find yourself hitting the play button on that video of her more often than you should, while safe in the confines of your bunk, the curtain pulled closed.

If it were an actual button the tiny triangle would be rubbed off, long gone by now, only the illuminated plastic nub remaining. Hitting it again tonight, you are sucked right back into that moment. Her smile, the way her voice sounds, all of it ringing through your headphones, the sweetest noises you've ever captured. Your heart is calling out to know her so loudly you wonder if the others must hear it too. But it shouldn't be. It can't. You have been able to fight it off this long, but you aren't sure how much longer you're willing to fight.

As the days continue to pass your resolve is slowly chipped away, piece by piece with every play of that video, and every swipe through those pictures. Every scroll through her instagram breaks down the wall you have been building brick by brick. Your will to fight it crumbling. The bricks are falling around you faster than you can put them back up.

So tonight when you sent her that text, it was really no surprise. It's almost like you've been preparing yourself for this to happen. It's funny to you though, how talking to her is all you can think about but when you try to write the text nothing comes to mind. Not a single phrase. All you can manage is hey, and you know that is about the lamest thing you could have said, but saying something to her was better than nothing at all.

You: Hey

You haven't spoken to her in what feels like weeks... maybe it has been? You wonder if she will even respond. You think back to the first time you texted her, only receiving a heart reaction on your text. Your heart dropped a little that night, thinking that maybe you thought more of her than she thought of you. You can't help yourself from sinking back into that feeling. Reading the text again you sigh and place your phone on your chest. The nerves coursing through your body limb by limb are quickly replaced with a rush of dopamine as the buzz of your phone against your skin indicates she's replied.

With shaky hands, you illuminate the screen and see her response.

Her: Well... I thought you'd forgotten about me.

If only she knew. If only you could tell her.

You: Of course not. We have been really busy. Only have two more shows before our break.

Her: Good to know....So then what happens when you get a break?

You: Well, we get to go home and relax for a few weeks before we start back up again. It's really a never ending cycle.

Her: How long will you be home?

You: About two weeks.

Her: That makes sense...the Ypsi show is in three weeks.

You: I'll see you there?

Her: Probably... I'll have the shirt on that says I'm a Jake Girl...