And that was it. Bastille Fanfic.

Chapter 2: It's been so long

*Two hours later*

The car finally stops running, and you press the button to open the boot. A click sound happens as you get out the car and slam the door. You walk to the boot and open it. Inside, is your baby blue suitcase and a soft, lavender blanket with a handsewn patchwork heart on it.

"Daniel's favourite" you mutter as you start to drag the stuff to the doorstep. You turn around and lay eyes on a man. He's staring you streight in the face, with an expression like a loyal dog. A man's companion. Two bluey grey eyes twinkle in the light, and you notice the slight narrowness of his eyelids. He then tries to resist a smirk and smiles at the ground. You feel your heart stop for a moment, and a warm feeling fills you up. A pink hue covers both of your cheeks. You twist your lifted foot and laugh.

The man drags you towards his chest, with such a force you almost felt winded. His eyes are closed and you see that his face is as redder as ever. Is this joy, or embaressment? You wonder and you laugh again and tug on his thick, dark hair.

"It's been so long, (y/name)" the man whispers as his hand combs through your now matted hair.

"I know, Dan" you say. You never call him Daniel to his face, as he, for some reason, takes this as a classy remark, as a suggestion for something.