Not without your Flaws- A Bastille Fanfiction

Chapter X- Laura Palmer

You woke in the morning, still choked by Dan's loving embrace. You wriggled your way from out beneath his arms, careful not to wake the one to mother sleepless night from you- careful not to wake the one you loved. You padded over to the open door of the bathroom and shut it slowly, hearing a soft click as you were reassured that nobody could disturb your private Eutopia. You wandered aimlessly around the confined space, your head hazy from the events of the night before and tired morning thoughts, and stopped in front of the mirror. You stood there for a while, simply looking at yourself and wondering about the skin that was now covered by Dan's t-shirt. You smiled at yourself and turned to put the shower on, feeling the water spill onto your bare arms. Stripping from the comfort of Dan's clothes, you were careful to fold it up and place it on the heated towel rack. You stepped into the shower and drew the curtain as you heard Dan stir but only to seemingly settle back down again. Slowly, softly, the drops of water caressed your skin and washed off the invisible scars left there years before.                                                                                                                                                                   Soon after stepping into the shower, the mirrors became dirtied with mist of a thousand memories set free by the water. You were so engrossed by the droplets that fell obliviously straight down to the ground and how they became nothing but the past that you didn't hear him creep into the room; Dan lazily drew back the curtain and step in. "Oh my God." you exclaimed, not expecting to be joined by anybody. He looked surprised as he brushed his hands through his tangled mop of hair, his fingers sliding effortlessly through the jungle. "Oh God. I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to... I wasn't expecting.... Oh God." He stumbled across every word, searching for a slender grasp on a legible sentence as his face became bright with embarrassment. To ease him, you smiled gently at him, reassuring him that it was all okay. It was an easy mistake to make, if you consider how tired he looked. You continued with your shower, tripping over Dan every now and again. 

You were the first to get out, grabbing a towel from the rack and wrapping it around yourself in an attempt to find warmth and comfort. You wiped the condensation from the glass of the mirror, you hand becoming wet with the amount of it. Looking back at the shower, Dan was humming something you hadn't heard before- something new. You smiled to yourself, realising that he was now completely yours. Dan Smith was yours to love and protect, something that you'd never had before. He stepped heavily out of the shower, padding over to you still standing by the mirror. "Robyn... I'm so sorry. I should've realised." You cut him off, not wanting to hear an apology because there was nothing to be sorry for. "Dan, it's fine. Honestly! If it had been a bigger shower, maybe things would have turned out better...you know...I wouldn't have tripped over you so much..." you winked playfully and he began to giggle, his laugh its own music. He placed a kiss on top of your dripping wet hair, not caring for the moisture that his lips acquired in the process. You closed your eyes as he did so because you felt safe, not truly knowing what safety was until you met him. "I don't think we're doing anything today, with the band. Still need to figure out a name for that because you don't understand how embarrassing it is for a five piece band to be playing under the name 'Dan Smith.' It's not even a sexy name! If it was something like 'James Dean' or David Lynch' I'd get the appeal! But Dan Smith isn't rock 'n' roll." You rolled your heavy eyes at him, laughing as you did so because if only he knew how nice his name sounded to everyone else. Suddenly, your eyebrows were raised in question. "Who's David Lynch?" Just as abruptly, Dan's eyes widened and he seemed almost offended. He took you in his arms and looked into the mirror. "I know what we're doing today."

Taking you by the hand, he led you into the bedroom where the TV and DVD player were waiting. Dan told you to wait a moment, trekking over the clothes strewn carelessly on the floor and to his suitcase. He dug in there for about a minute, finally resurfacing with a DVD case. "Why do you just have that in your bag? What even is it?" He walked back to the bed and clambered into it after inserting the disk into the player. " It's Twin Peaks. I was going to make the guys watch it with me because I've had an idea for a new song." You heard a tune that was new to your ears and the TV flickered to life. "Robyn, meet Laura Palmer."