"Y/N, wait up." I look behind me to see Dylan out of breath, doubling over with his hands on his knees and taking deep breaths.
"What's up?" I ask, putting my books in my bag.
"Like seven people have commented on your new Instagram and they want you to sing more.".
"But we only sang yesterday.".
"But the customer is always right.".
"We're not in the shops.".
"Please?".
"Fine.".
Dylan wins and turns out I'm going around to his place tonight and we're posting a second song.
3 hours later
"Alright, you ready?" Dylan asks.
I nod my head and he starts to strum his guitar.
"When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see" I sing and then stop because my voice went strangely high.
Dylan stops strumming and bursts out laughing.
"Stop laughing! I need to cough." I laugh and cough.
"Sorry you had to cough!" He retorts.
"Alright, restart.".
Dylan strums his guitar again and I hold on the microphone.
((Brackets are where Dylan sing))
"When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold
When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood's run stale
I want to hide the truth
I want to shelter you
But with the beast inside
There's nowhere we can hide
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
[This is my kingdom come]
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
[It's where my demons hide]
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
[It's where my demons hide]
When the curtain's call
Is the last of all
When the lights fade out
All the sinners crawl
So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you made
Don't want to let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don't want to hide the truth
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
[This is my kingdom come]
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
[It's where my demons hide]
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
[It's where my demons hide]
They say it's what you make
I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul
I need to let you go
Your eyes, they shine so bright
I want to save their light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
[It's where my demons hide]
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
[It's where my demons hide]".
Dylan stops the video and smiles at me, getting up and giving me a hug, burying his face in my hair.
After Dylan orders takeaway we sit down and eat it, turning on the Tv and watching a programme.
Dylan's phone lights up and he picks it up, reading it and then throwing his prune on the floor in anger.
"For fucks sake!" He shouts.
"What's wrong?" I ask, getting up.
"This guy told a girl that I thought she was fit, he's a knob!" Dylan shouts and throws something else on the floor, pulling on his hair.
I get up and stand in front of him, making sure he doesn't do anymore damage to his house.
"Stop, look at me." I say.
"Why?!" He shouts, kicking the wall behind me, barefoot.
He yelps.
"Stop Dylan." I say, looking into his deep, hazel eyes. They were beautiful.
Why Y/N? She already fucking knows now!" Dylan shouts.
There was only one thing left to do now, seeing as he wouldn't calm down.
I crash my lips on his, pulling him closer to me.
He freezes then kisses back.
I pull away, he looks me in the eyes.
"Why did you do that?" He asks, his eyes examining my face.
"Because I wanted to calm you down." I say, letting out a deep breath.
"Is that it? Because you wanted to calm me down? Nothing else?" He looks hurt.
"And because I've wanted to do that for a long time.".
"Me too.".
I smile and peck his cheek, grabbing his hand and leading him outside.
"Where are we going?" He asks, obviously oblivious to his foot.
"The hospital?".
"Oh yeah.".
15 minutes later
"So what happened?" The nurse asked.
"He kicked a wall." I answer.
Dylan frowns and the nurse replies "clever." And then she adds a chuckle.
"Hey, aren't you those kids that sing?" She asks.
"Yeah, just started." Dylan smiles.
"Can I get an autograph, my daughter loves you guys!".
"Sure." Dylan and I answer.
We sign and Dylan was given crutches because he wasn't aloud to put any weight on his foot at all.
Sorry for not updating and I know tired isn't an excuse, I just haven't had any motivation to write, I'm sorry for the bad update ;(
