Why Don't We Imagines

8 Letters - Daniel Seavey

Daniel's POV

I've been friends with Y/n for 1 year now, and I've been dating her for 5 months now.

She doesn't realize it, but I think we were made for each other. I love her so much.

"Hey. Could I come over?" I say, over the phone.

"Oh, hi Daniel! Sure!" She says.

"Thanks! I'll be over on 5." She hangs up.

When I finally get to Y/n's house, she pulls no into a tight hug.

"Hey, Dani!" She exclaims happily.

"Hey, Y/n/n! I have something important to tell you." I say nervously.

"Ok, lets go upstairs."

I nod, and we walk up the stairs to her room.

"So, What did you want to talk about?" Y/n tilts her head to the side.

"Isn't it amazing? How almost every line on our hands align, when you're hand's in mine?" I blurt out.

Y/n giggles. "Yeah, it's like I'm whole again."

"Isn't that I sign?" That I should speak my mind?

"A sign of what?" Y/n asks curiously.

"I don't really know..." That we're made for each other.

"So, what was your important thing you needed to talk to me about?" Y/n asks.

"Oh, um. Nothing. Bye!" I rush.

Y/n nods, and gives me a quick peck on the lips. "Bye."

"I love you."

If all it is, is 8 Letters, why's it so hard to say?