Dan Smith Imagines

11 → THE MEN'S TOILETS

LONG IMAGINE → You overhear a guy singing from in one of the cubicles. The random gentleman sings so beautifully that you have to stop what you are doing...just because you're mesmerised by the sound of his painfully familiar voice.

His deep voice to begin with, but as you continue to listen his voice gradually gets a little higher. At first you think he must be drunk although he's singing far too clearly to be drunk, nor does he stumble on his words like a drunk would do.

It's unbeknownst to you the the guy is a regular punter of the pub. The only reason as to why you're in the men's loo is because you have to keep the toilets immaculate, much to you and the men's dismay. It's not a rewarding job at all since the pay is crap, but still, you like bragging about working at a pub to your few friends. And you get free drinks whenever you want.

You're secretly a big drinker yourseld, although you're the solo 'dark horse' kind. You think getting drunk in public is stupid, as well as it being degrading. The funny thing is that you also have great respect for those people. They clearly don't give a shit about themselves, their reputation, and their dignity.

Despite the punters voice being crisp, she can't tell what exactly it is that his singing. However that doesn't stop you from You desperately want to bang on the cubicle door and tell him that he should go on X-Factor or Britain's Got Talent—but you don't want to intrude and spook him.

Your boss, who you hate, told you to be as fast as you can when you work in the men's toilets. He comes to check in on you every two minutes, although he's completely forgotten about you since he's now sat with an elderly war vet.

So instead of knocking on the door, you wait patiently outside. Deliberately scrubbing the surface slowly besides the sinks. The guy stops singing in embarrassment, and he waits a few minutes. Although he doesn't that know there's a cleaner in the cubicle next to him...

After all, you're very quiet when you want to be.

He then slides the bolt lock across, as the red on the door changes to green. Startled to see you, Dan stumbles backwards in a fright. The only reason why he left his friend group is because lyrics for a new song suddenly sprung into his mind.

"I-er-don't think you're meant to be in here." Dan nervously laughs pointing at you, however he says that with a friendly smile tho.

You hesitate.

What could you possibly say to a stranger you heard singing in the toilet. You know his face and you've definitely seen him somewhere before. "I'm also the cleaner if they don't need me behind the bar." Dan, feeling embarrassed that he indicated for you to leave, suddenly makes an 'oh' sound. Afterwards he doesn't say anything, instead he goes to the sink and washes his hands.

Normally if no one was in the bathroom he'd say 'fuck it' and walk out without washing them...

"That song you was singing..."—you nervously whispers—"you're a good singer..." she couldn't understand any lyrics tho because he sang different lines pretty quickly into his phone. Dan smiles while not knowing how to react.

"Thanks. I'm a singer...in this shitty band. So if you're wondering I'm not crazy or anything like that." Dan then slips his hand into his pocket and pulls out his blue cased iPhone for proof.

"Sometimes I procrastinate while in the strangest of places...not saying that the pub is strange. It's a really lovely pub." Dan cuts himself off with a nervous laugh as he stares into the distance, although you can't help but smile at how sweet this gentleman seems.

Not many punters these days are anxious, nor are they even friendly or talkative. It's good to see someone different within this establishment.

"Anyway!" Dan snaps back to life with a sweet smile settles on his lips.

"I better..." he points to the door behind you.

It takes two seconds for you to figure out that he wants to go out. Even though you don't want the stranger to go, you weakly smile and stand to the side.

"It was nice talking to you," you smile.

"Same here. Cheers for the compliments...you make the men's loo look fucking majestic by the way." You don't realise it at first—but you snort like a pig. However when you do realise you put a hand over your face like the emoji, that amuses dan so he shakes his head lightly and continues to laugh as he walks out of the bathroom.

The was the first compliment you've ever received in your whole life by someone other than your family or friends.

If only you knew it was Dan Smith from Bastille...