Imagine. You turned around in bed to find the cold sheets besides you. But even so your husband, Darren, told you he would join you in bed soon but he still wasn't with you. You turned to look at the clock. 4 am. Did he fall asleep working?
You rubbed your eyes and throw away the sheets. The cold of the house hit your flesh. You stepped outside of your bedroom to hear piano sounds. Not a melody, just a few random notes. So he was still working. You sighed and walked to the source of the sound; his studio. Darren wrote some stuff–surely music notes -- on the sheet in front of him. After taking a look at it, he finally folded it in his hand and threw it behind him. The crumpled paper joins some others, who were forming a pile on the floor. Darren put his hands over his face and sighed before shaking his head and going back to the piano.
"Babe?" you say at the door. He turned to you suddenly. "Oh hi" he smiled fondly. "I didn't see you there" he precises. "I'm a ninja" you joke before walking to him to lean your arms and face on his shoulders. "What are you doing?" you whisper into his ear. "Still working on the album" he explained. His hands went back and forth on your arm, making you shiver slowly. "You should take a break, you've been working for hours Dare" you say and place a kiss on his head. "I can't, it's... it's not perfect yet. It has to be perfect" he says nervously. "It's okay, you have time" you point. "They have been waited for so long now, I can't... I just can't let them down. They have been waited for so long. This has to be perfect, every song should be perfect, and it's not, and I just can't figure out why, it's just-" Darren rambled. "Shh, it's okay" you repeat and sit on his lap.
He looked like a sad puppy. You put a lock of his dark curls away from his forehead, and smile. "It's not by working for hours like this, making you sick that the answer will pop out" you say softly. "I know" Darren breathes. You put a hand on his stubbled cheek and caress it slowly. He leans his face on your hand and closed his eyes. He seems so relaxed like that, so peaceful. "The reason why your fans has been asking for this album is because they know you put your heart in everything you do. We can feel it in your songs. I don't think waiting is a big of an issue for them. Of course we'd all like to have your album in our hands, but not if that means you not happy about it. It's not like you haven't released anything for years. You went on tour, showed your new music, you wrote songs for Glee. People have your music already, people know you for it. Don't stress you out too much on that" you say into his eyes. He nodded and pinched his lips before looking down. "I don't want to disappoint them" he whispered. "You won't, don't worry about that" you smile. You hug him and place a kiss on his neck. You felt his hands around your waist pulling you even closer. You closed your eyes during the embrace. It felt so safe, reassuring and full of love. "I love you so much. Thank you" Darren said softly in your ear. "I love you too and you don't have to thank me. It's my job" you wink at him when you pulled back. He smiled and placed a sweet kiss on your lips. "Also, my job is also to make you go to bed and cuddle with me" you precised. He chuckled. "Ok let's go" he said as he kissed your cheek.
You stood and took his hand to bring him back to your room. Darren walked behind you very closely, putting his hands on your waist and making you smile. "You nail this job by the way" he admitted. "I know, I'm fantastic" you joke. You both giggled and went back to your bed and enjoy a few cuddles before you went back to sleep.
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A Life With You - BTY VERSE
FanfictionA big amount of one-shots who are a verse to my story Bound To You. Following Darren and y/n through engagements, kids and the ups and dows of life! Some stories might contain some warnings! Be careful for your own safety pals