hard | daniel seavey

chapter fifty-three

   It had been almost a week since I talked to Daniel. It was driving me insane, but if I were to talk to him, I wouldn't know where to start. Hey, I'm sorry for running out of the party like a baby but I accidentally saw a message on your phone and had an anxiety attack and had to leave, didn't sound too outloud.

   "Madison, I think you just need to talk to him." Jonah said, sitting down next to me. Him and Zach came over to make sure I was okay, even though I assured them I was. "You're going home to see your family and we're leaving for tour. Tomorrow. You can't leave without at least having some sort of conversation about it."

  "And what am I gonna say? I hate not speaking to him, but I don't think I can right now." I rubbed my temples. I had a migraine for the past three days and it just wouldn't go away. 

   "You won't know for sure until you actually talk to him." Jonah always tried to find the reasonable solution to everything. He was logical and cautious, something I wish I could be.

    "Madison, I mean this in the nicest way possible" Zach spoke up. He was sitting across from Jonah and I on the small chair. He stood up and gave me a weird look. "But Daniel and Angi have been friends since high school. It's like you and I. Nothing more than best friends, practically siblings. You don't see Daniel or Kay getting upset when we hug or say we missed each other. You need to talk to Daniel and fix whatever this is, because like Jonah said, we leave tomorrow and leaving with whatever is going on is going to kill the both of you."

   Zach's words hit hard, but he was right. Daniel never mentioned Angi, but hearing what Zach said I guess I was being kind of hypocritical about the situation. I trust Daniel. I loved him with everything that I had. And I hated not being able to talk to him. This past week was driving me insane and I already missed him so much.

   "Fine." I sighed, giving in. "I'll go over and talk to him later."

    Jonah and Zach went on to talk about tour and I tried to pay attention, but trying to figure out what to say to Daniel was keeping my mind occupied.

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  Quietly opening the door to Daniel's room, his back was facing me and the faint sound of pen against paper filled the quiet room. He was writing something and then quickly scribbled it. He groaned, crinkling the paper and throwing it on the floor where other balls of paper laid. I knocked on the door, causing him to stop abruptly and turn towards me.

    "M-madi?" Daniel stuttered and stood up. The bags under his eyes had grown darker, giving off that he hasn't slept much. He scratched the back of his neck.

    "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I left the party like that and that I overreacted and ignored you for so long and tha-" I rambled on, my hands flying around me as I talked and tears started to roll down my face, but was cut off by Daniel pulling me into his arms. He held me tightly as I couldn't help but cry into his chest.

   "Shh, it's all okay." He whispered to me, keeping me close to him. "I should've told you about Angi. I'm sorry that scared you and got you worked up."

   "You shouldn't be sorry though," I pulled away a bit to look up at him. His blue eyes were the lightest I have seen them. "I should've just asked you about it before running off like that."

   My eyes trailed away from him. I felt so stupid I couldn't look at him. Why did I have to over think everything? Daniel's hand held the side of my face, making me look at him.

   "We promised to talk out our problems, just let's talk now."

    And we did just that. Daniel explained that Angi and him had a falling out a couple of months ago and that she texted him a few days ago saying she wanted to see him again before he went off on tour. I told him that the whole situation just reminded me of what happened with Aaron and I did the only thing I knew how to do. Hide. Whenever things got hard I ran and hid from the world, incapable of facing them head on. We talked everything out, ending it with one of Daniel's infamously securing forehead kisses.

  "I can't believe tonight's our last night together for a whole six weeks." Daniel pouted and laid back on his pillow. I laid next to him, laying my head on his chest.

  "Six weeks can go by fast. You'll be busy with tour, I'll be doing stuff for my book. We'll be back together again before we know it." I reassured him. His hand played with the ends of my hair, twirling pieces in his fingers.

   "I'm just gonna miss you so much." He pulled me closer to him, if even possible.

    "We made the last two weeks work. I think we'll be able to do it again with the exception of some extended time." I rested my chin on his chest and looked up at him. He smiled down at me, but I could tell there was a hint of uncertainnesss behind his eyes. I leaned up, placing my lips on him. I could feel him relax a bit as he gave in. As I pulled away, his face softened and the uncertainty one As was now gone. "I love you, Daniel."

  "I love you. More than anything."