hard | daniel seavey

chapter thirty-nine

Derek sat across from me as Jonathon Karp, Simon and Schuster's head publisher, flipped through the publication papers. Today we were having our first meeting about my book, which was really spent explaining the process of it and signing legal documents. The meeting had started at 9 and it was now nearing 12. Karp explained the process detail after detail, killing Derek and I both.

"And one last signature before we are finished," Karp signed something quickly and passed the paper to me. I read over the paper, something Daniel ensured me to do. Agreeing with everything, I signed it and slid it back over.

"Thank God that's over," Derek sighed as we walked out of the board room. "The hard part is out of the way now. Next is to meet with your editor and set the editing rules, it's simple really."

Derek explained the next few steps to me as we walked to the elevators. My phone buzzed in my purse, causing me to break from the conversation for a quick moment.

Daniel: Come over whenever you're done? Have something I need to talk to you about

My heart raced. I tried to pay attention to Derek but my mind was stuck on thinking about what Daniel could've possibly wanted to talk about. Derek finally finished talking, allowing me to go.

With the traffic of Los Angeles, I didn't get to Daniel's house until almost a half hour later. When I got there, the only car in the driveway was his white Tesla, meaning that he was the only one here. I opened the door and saw him sitting on the living room couch, head in his hands.

"Daniel? Baby, what's wrong?" I dropped my bag and rushed over to him. My heart lifted a bit when he looked at me, face clear of tears.

"At our meeting today," He shifted a bit, now sitting towards me. His eyes faced the floor, looking away from me. "We got told we're gonna be going on tour."

"That's amazing, Daniel. This is what you guys have been hoping for, right?" I tried to optimistic in hopes of cheering him up. Their album would be dropping on Monday, just three days away. He shook his head slowly.

"Our first stop is December 15." That was only two weeks from now. My heart sank as I looked at him. "I'll be home for Christmas and maybe New Years, and then we're off for 6 weeks."

Daniel looked up at me with sad eyes. His bottom lip quivered as he went to say something else, but he stopped himself before the words could come out. I crawled over to him, sitting on his lap. "Daniel, you've worked so hard for this. This is what we've been talking about for months. This is amazing, Baby."

"I know," Daniel exhaled deeply. His eyes searched my face, as if unable to find something. "I-I'm just gonna miss you so much. We spend almost everyday together, it's gonna be hard being away from you for so long."

"We'll FaceTime every day. And I can fly out for a few shows to see you," I held his face with my hands, making him lool up at me. His blue eyes softened as they found mine. "It's going be hard, but we'll make it work. We've already managed to get through so much, a few weeks isn't going to kill us."

"But what if it does kill me?" Daniel joked, sticking out his bottom lip in a pout.

"Then I'll come out and save you," I leaned down and kissed his pout. Daniel smiled a bit, then frowned again.

"I really am going to miss you. What am I going to do without my Pretty Girl?" Daniel pushed a stray hair behind my ear, then held the side of my face with his hand.

"Let's not think about that right now. We have two weeks to fill with whatever you wanna do." I poked his nose. His eyebrow lifted and his lips curled into a smirk.

"Whatever I wanna do?" He asked seductively, leaning up to my lips. But right before our lips touched, he began tickling my sides, sending me into a laughing fit.

These would be the moment I'd miss. The little moments we spent together just laughing and enjoying each others company. I was happy they were going on tour, but sad at the same time. I didn't tell Daniel that because it would only upset him more. But I had to agree with him when he said he didn't know what he was going without me.

Because I wasn't sure what I was going to do without him.