Discover Me {a Why Don't We fanfiction}

Chapter Seven

           

I heard footsteps, and my eyes fluttered open, to see the silhouette of a tallish boy wandering around the room. I sit up in the bed, and he whips his head around towards me.

"I'm so sorry I woke you." He says quickly, his voice soft.

"No, no. It's fine. I am so sorry, is this your bed?" I ask, trying to figure out the features of this boy in the darkness.

"Yeah, it is, but I really don't mind. I'll sleep in Jack's bed." He says, and I could see him taking off his shirt and walking over to the other bed. I could feel myself blushing- why the hell was I blushing?

"Which one are you?" I ask curiously, then realising that the question sounded strange.

He laughs. "I'm the talented one." At that, I laugh too.

"The modest one too, I presume." He laughs a small, cute laugh as he sits under the covers. He grabs his phone, the light shining onto his face.

His hair was crazy- but in a hot way. Strands of brown hair pointing out in every direction. He was smiling, and he had killer dimples. Dimples that made me want to cry because they were so perfect.

But the best thing about him was his gorgeous eyes. Even in the small amount of light you could tell they were a piercing ocean blue, and his eyelashes were longer than mine.

For some reason, I wanted to know everything about this boy, but I didn't even know his name.

It definitely wasn't Corbyn- I wasn't even sure if the two other dog tags, that belonged to Jonah and some guy called Daniel, even knew Corbyn.

Something inside me was so desperate to know- he was the most attractive guy I'd ever seen in my life.

A part of me thought I was only thinking this because of my break-up with Dmitri, but the rest of me knew I was being completely honest. This guy was so damn perfect.

"You're Tea, right?"

I look at him in disbelief. This immensely perfect boy knew who I was?

"How did you-"

Suddenly, we were both startled by a knock on the door, and I could see the boy look over at me and he put a finger to his lips. He didn't want Corbyn to know he was here.

"Tea? I heard talking, are you okay?" Corbyn's voice made my heart warm- he was such a good friend, for a person I had only known for half a day. I quickly walked up about a metre from the door.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just got stressed out thinking." I say, loud enough for Corbyn to hear.

"Don't worry about him. If he talks to you again, I swear to God, I'm giving him a piece of my mind."

"I don't deserve a friend like you, Corbyn." I smile, biting my lip. I could hear the boy sitting up in his bed straighter, and turning off his phone.

"You deserve better than me." Corbyn says softly, from behind the closed door. "If you need anything, just ask." He says.

"Thank you so much Corbyn. Don't worry about me." I smile, even though neither Corbyn or the boy could see.

"Night Tea."

"Goodnight Corbyn."

I waited by the closed door until I could hear the door to Corbyn's room shut. I looked down at my feet, and turned to walk back to my bed when the boy spoke.

"Who was Corbyn talking about? The boy, what's he done?"

I turn to face him, even though it was pitch black and I could barely see a thing.

"Just a boy. It's no big deal." I say, turning again.

"No, please. I want to talk. You don't sound okay." He said, and his voice was the most genuine and convincing one I had ever heard in my life. So I walked over, and sat at the end of the bed. He smoothly slipped his body out of the bed and sat next to me. "I'll listen. I'll try to help. I promise."

"He cheated on me. Pinned me to a wall and tried to abuse me. I don't know what I was doing with him." I shake my head, ashamed, and the tears I had been holding onto for so long finally poured down my cheeks.

"I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Please don't be sorry. I needed this." I looked up at the boy, and now that he was less than a metre away from me, I could really look him in the eyes, and electricity forced through me. "Thank you." I whisper, unable to break eye contact with him.

And in that moment, his concerned face turned into a happy one. His dimples, oh my god. In that moment I want to be with this boy I didn't know. I wanted to know his story, what he wanted, what his aspirations were and where he's been and who he's been with.

But I didn't even know his name.

"I know you don't even know me, but I don't want you going back into that bed alone, thinking about this guy who clearly never deserved you. I've heard so many great things about you, Tea. I don't want you to ever feel alone again. Soon, you'll know who I am, and I promise I will never, ever, treat you the way he did."

He jumps up out of the bed. "Sleep in this one," He said. "It's more comfortable."

In this moment I wished I could speak using my eyes, because my mouth couldn't produce the words to explain how I felt. How perfect he was and how much I felt like I needed him in my life.

"Thank you." I say, although I felt that that word had been so overused today. But I was just so damn grateful.

"You don't need to say anything." He whispers in my ear, and then he leaves the room.

I got into the bed, and I could feel where his body had been. I wanted to tell this stranger so many things. What the hell was wrong with me?

He soon returned with a glass of water, and he placed it on the beside table. Then he slipped into the bed, right next to me.

My heart was pounding in my chest so hard I could hear it. I could feel the warmth of his skin, so extremely close to mine. I turned to face him, and he turned his head so that he faced me.

"Again, you don't deserve him. Wake up tomorrow and forget about him. If you want anything, don't be afraid to ask." He whispers, and then I closed my eyes and rested my head on the pillow.

"I want to know your name." I whisper, barely audible.

And as my closed eyes were about to let my dreams take over, he spoke one last time. It was like he was answering all of my questions at once.

"I'm Daniel."