Words are Words (Dan Smith - Bastille Fanfiction)

Chapter 42

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*Dan's POV*

After a couple of minutes of lying in bed, failing to sleep, wondering what the faint noise was I could hear downstairs, thinking am I getting robbed?, then shrugging it off, I finally resorted to getting up. I had to investigate whatever, or whoever it was..I pondered as I spotted a figure of someone stood outside my door, halfway through walking down the staircase. I sighed as I saw the dark shape of a body sway from side to side. Typical..and clearly, drunk, Kyle. I rolled my eyes as I ran a hand through my messy hair which felt more like a mane right now; despite the lack of sleep. My feet carried me down the rest of the staircase in a sluggish manner.

"Kyle, you've really got to st-" I began to say as my finger slid the lock along, but as the door opened, to my surprise stood the person I was least likely to expect seeing again.

"Violet.." I managed, my brain not connecting with my mouth to fathom a sentence as my lips fell apart. I couldn't seem to begin to know what to say next. The thing is, she made me speechless. Even drunk, she was beautiful. The way her cheeks were slightly flushed, hair draped to one side. The way she gave me a crooked smile, leaning her head to one side, leaning her body...

"Dan...can I..I need to.." She mumbled as she failed to balance her hand on the door frame, her body falling..I'm guessing..willingly? Through the door of my house. Why else would she have come?

"Where have you been?" I asked, holding her against my chest as she stumbled indoors. I tried to contain the warm feelings in my stomach of holding her again.

"Just..the pub." She slurred her words as I lead her into the living room when she stopped walking and started laughing for no apparent reason. She smiled up at me, her cheeks rising into puffy little balloons. I smiled too. She made me smile when she did that, her's being so contagious. It was like a chain reaction. I wasn't able to stop the laughter.

"Dan," Her facial expression rapidly changed, mine following."These shoes are way too tight..."

I bent down and began to take off her boots, still holding her up as she continued to laugh like a little girl. I soon found myself laughing along with her again.

I stood back up, my tired eyes no longer becoming tired as I gazed into her own pair which were beginning to shut. At first I was unsure as to what to do. I mean, what in the heck was I supposed to do? It's not as if I was expecting an intoxicated human being to show up at my door at 3 AM...and if it was anyone, it would in the least, certainly not be Violet. She was blocking me out. But right now, it seemed as if she was putting her previous woes behind her.

In the end, I took her behaviour as my cue to put her somewhere to sleep. Her eyes were fluttering from open to closed as I slid my hands under her legs, carrying her body over to the sofa in the living room. During the slow wander through the hall, she brought her sluggish hand up to my face, thumb running over the dark stubble on my chin.

"I miss you Dan." She whispered, although it was quiet enough for me to hear, and when I looked down at her sleepy expression I noticed her eyes were fully open.

To begin with I didn't know how to respond, the only means of contact which sufficed was my eyes locked with hers. It felt like that moment lasted a lifetime (well, obviously not..but nevertheless, it was the longest five seconds I've ever experienced in my life).

"I think you've had a bit too much to drink!" I said after snapping back out of it.

"No seriously, Dan..I-"

"Shhh, come on," I interrupted as I placed her body down on to the sofa in the living room. Her eyes closed again, her body instantly falling backwards, hair draping over the cushions which surrounded her head.