Words are Words (Dan Smith - Bastille Fanfiction)

Chapter 32

*Dan's POV*

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I opened the front gate slowly, the cold air trying to force it close but I stopped the loud bang which was waiting to happen. The thing is, I didn't want to disturb her. She was sat there, on one of the rusty metal benches, looking all shy and innocent, her brown wavy hair blowing in the wind and her arms folded to keep her warm. And I guess I just didn't want to intrude. But in the end, it had to be done.

"Vi?" I called out, causing her to turn around and motion her head for me to sit down next to her. I did so, and waited for her to speak.

"I'm sorry." She said after a while, fidgeting with her hands as she spoke. "I don't know why I did what I did..I'm not thinking straight."

I lowered my eyebrows and softened my features to show her some sympathy. Even after what she said before, even though it hurt..I couldn't bring myself to just not forgive her. I just didn't feel that way.

"It's o-"

"You're going to say it's okay, aren't you? Well it's not.. it's really not Dan."

She turned her whole body to face me, her knee nudging against mine as she looked down, then back up slowly.

"I want you to forgive me." She smiled, but then it faded. "But, I know..what I said, it wasn't okay..at all."

I shook my head, but she stopped my actions, moving closer to me than before, closer than I thought was humanly possible. She was freezing. I took this as my cue to wrap my arms around her body as she smiled lightly and brought her head against mine.

"I want to make it up to you."

"Oh?" I smirked, moving my head away for a second.

"Not in that way, perv." She lightly hit my shoulder. Acceptable.

She pursed her lips and looked at me through her eyelashes.

"Actually.." She paused for a moment then.

Her knees were bent, and before I knew it, she was stood up. I lost the contact which made me just want to be next to her again.

"Doesn't matter." She muttered under her breath, not facing me. As she breathed, smoke flew out of her mouth into the air surrounding us, it was that cold.

"No no, what?" I stood up to face her.

"I guess...you could come over? To my place?"

"Uh, w-"

"Actually..Ashton is there." She believabley looked disappointed.

"My house is closer. If we hurry, we might make it in time." I grabbed her hand and it felt like I was dragging her alongside.

"In time for what?" She smiled.

"Tomorrow." I laughed, whispering in her ear. She followed behind me then came up next to me, my hand in hers.

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Drunk walk in. We both visited a local pub in town on the way back, procrastinating life. And I guess we..or Violet I should say, drank a little bit too much alcohol. It was safe to say, she was completley and utterly..hammered. I managed to stay sober to at least become her designated driver incase she wanted to be taken home.

Or not.

"You..you're nice." She held my chin in her warm hand, laughing as she struggled to keep her back straight.

"Charming." I said sarcastically.

"No..no..you don't understand!" She pressed her palms on my chest and leant forward. Her laughter filled the silent hallway as she leant away. I held my arms out to support her.

"Then explain.." I laughed, slurring my words, following her behind as she sauntered around the hall, lifting her head up to the ceiling and looking around aimlessly.

"You know..I like you." She pointed her finger at me then brought it in between her teeth, laughing and turning around.

"You're drunk.." I turned my head to the ground.

"Really." She made her way over to the laptop at the edge of the room, picking up the headphones set aside and placing them over her head, on her ears.

"Violet..." I took a few steps forward.

"What's this?" She said rather loudly, pointing to the screen at the song I had written earlier and copied on to the computer.

"Oh..thats j-"

But her actions cut off my words. She pressed play as I fast walked over to her, trying to take hold of the headphones but she was surprisingly reluctant for someone very drunk indeed. Her facial expression changed dramatically, her eyes squinting and her eyebrows knitting together.

The headphones were taken off her head and chucked on the table opposite as her eyes stayed focused on me.

"An adequate Muse?"

I sighed. "It's not wh-"

"Is this about me? I mean, did you write a song..about me?" It seemed as if she had sobered up pretty quickly. She looked genuinely annoyed, but not as annoyed as I felt for letting her see it, or even write it in the first place.

"I wrote it when I was annoyed with you..I dunno, I just had to let my feelings out somehow." I said truthly. I didnt want to mess this up.

"But..I d-ugh." She cut off what she was about to say.

"Whatever Dan.." She strolled around the edge of the room and ran her finger over my chest as she walked past. "..I hate you." She continued, leaning her head inwards and making her way to the door.

"You hate me?" I followed.

"I hate you so much cause it's so damn catchy!" She replied, raising her hands in the air as she grabbed my hoodie from the table and threw it at me. I laughed.

We were both laughing. A part of me feels relieved but another part feels guilty. To even think of writing that..ridiculous, excuse of a song. And the fact that she was obviously drunk meant she wasn't thinking straight, she was probably more annoyed by what I had done than she was letting on.

"Are you serious? I just had a small heart attack!" I replied.

"Of course. Now take me home please." She sighed as she shook her head.

I slid my arms through the sleeves of my hoodie as I followed her outside, placing my hands on her shoulders and walking behind.

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A/N:

I really liked writing this chapter from Dan's point of view as I don't do it often...I guess it might be kind of annoying and confusing if I keep doing it, so just tell me in the comments what you would prefer me to do because I have nooo idea.
Thankyou :)) x

P.s. This chapter was very bad. I'm sorry, it's going so slow.. The next one will hopefully be better.