8 Letters | Daniel Seavey x Reader

chapter ten ~ who are you?

The thing about waking up with the sun in your face is that the warmth isn't the heat from someone next to you in bed, it's from the big fucking star in the sky. Or hating the fact that the star wakes you up. I twist to look away from the rays. I don't remember walking into my room last night, but I do remember something else: "You're giving me more reasons to fall for you."
       Chilling. In a good way. Whispered in my ear with a raspy night tone. Sincere but quiet. My lips part as they shape into a smile when I began to recollect last night.
I tilt my head to the right, squinting my eyes and furrowing my eyebrows. I'm trying to remember what happened next, and how I ended up here.

Daniel laughed huskily. "Tired of me already?" I lay my head down on his chest. I could hear his heart beating deep and fast.
"No, no, I'm just..," I said while struggling to keep my eyes open. "resting my eyes."
"Goodnight, Y/n." He said softly, kissing the top of my head and stroking my hair with grace. I think I was pretty much sent to heaven.

That's all that I remember. I swing my legs off the bed and get up. I opened up my bedroom door to see the apartment empty.
Did Daniel leave without telling me?
"Daniel?" I called out. No one answered. Everything was still and quiet.
Well this fucking sucks. It's not like he was obligated to stay or anything. But I wanted him to stay. Whatever.
After a quick clean of my somehow messy room, I hear a knock at the front door. It's too goddamn early for anyone to be bothering me.
"Who is it?" I groan.
"Y/n? It's Daniel, I brought some food." He said, shuffling whatever was in his hands. I perk up. Of course he could bother me. I would let him.
I immediately open the door, ecstatic that he brought food!
Perfect.
Daniel smiles and holds still as he attempts to keep the coffee cup from falling off the mystery items he carries in a bag. I take the coffee cup and the mystery items off his hands as he held onto his portion.
Daniel looked different now. He changed into slightly bagged camo pants, a nicely fit black t-shirt and white shoes. He smells of fresh shampoo and ocean cologne. He radiates happiness. Damn, he's cute.
"Good morning, rockstar!" He says happily.
I grin at him. "Morning, pretty boy. And I am not the rockstar here."
       "Well whatever. Do you want me to say some cheesy line like 'you're my rockstar' or something?" He jokes.
       Yes.
       "No, no," I start instead, "I  just prefer you call me love. But um, anyway, Did you uh..."
       "Did I what?" He grins.
       "Did you take me into my room?" I blurt.
His lips part as they carve into a smile, "Yes, I did. You're welcome." He says, unpacking everything he bought: from warmed waffles to fruit parfaits.
I frowned. "How did you know which room was mine?"
"I didn't," Daniel laughed, you could see his small tooth gap. "I took a guess. Plus the other room had Christina's No Filter Tour poster hanging on the wall so I thought it was hers."
It made sense. Although I find it a little bit condescending how he thinks I wouldn't put my best friend's poster on my wall, but I digress. "Did you sleep here?"
"Yeah I slept on the couch. I didn't want to leave you alone. I left early to go change and bring all this."
I feel a little guilty. I guess I made him feel like he had to stay.
I look at the island in the kitchen, filled with breakfast goods. He really went out of his way to buy all this? For me? My heart melted a little thinking about this cute gesture he did. "This is really nice, Daniel. Thank you."
"You're welcome, love. Now dig in before I eat yours."
"No! I gotta use the bathroom real quick. DO NOT eat mine." I give him a stern look.
He laughs into his cup. "Okay okay, I won't. I promise."
So I don't know what I did to deserve breakfast with him, but I'm definitely not complaining.
I slip into today's clothes after a shower: a clean white shirt with jean shorts and white shoes. While wrestling with my hair, I heard mumbling. I stopped brushing and listen close.
"And jokes on you, I am with someone better. Fortunately, it's not you, it's Y/n. Please never contact me ever again."
Daniel presumably speaking on the phone? Who was he talking to? Better question, was that a stunt for the mystery person to fuck off or was it sincere? I couldn't tell. I felt my heart pounding more and more. I continued tackling the hair down, thinking.
It's none of my business. But he mentioned me, so technically it is my business. But it's not okay to just waltz up to him and be like hey I heard you talking on the phone, heard my name, and decided to stick my nose in your business. What's up with that? Who was that?
It's not my business.
I come out my room, fresh and clean. I quietly make my way into the kitchen, pretending I'm not nosy. I see that everything was plated and laid out. This idiot is seriously doing so much for me.
"You didn't eat any of mine, did you?" I asked, sitting down on the bar stool on the island.
Daniel sat up from his phone and put it in his back pocket. He smirks. "I'll never tell."
"I'm on to you." I smile.
I pick up the fork and stab the waffle, putting the entire thing in my mouth. It waters as I taste the flavors it contains. Sweet maple and fluffy cakes. I groan in enjoyment.
"Thnk you sm mch. Yourr th bes." I couldn't even say words properly. I witness Daniel laugh as he puts a piece into his mouth.
"So, pretty boy, what's today's game plan?"
"Leave."
Ow. That hurt more than it should've.
"I guess I should've said it better." He shakes his head.
"You're fine." Really. It was. Because it was the truth.
I stay quiet for a few moments. Like what do you even say to the person who you spent the night cuddling with when they are leaving? 'Bye, I hope to cuddle with you next time I see you!' Fuck. Some of these romance novels do not properly prepare me for these situations.
"Um, so. Can we meet when tour's over or something?" I'm starting to lose my appetite every time I think about him leaving.
"I'd like that." He's quiet for a little too long. "Come by later to the bus. So I can say goodbye."
"I'd like that." I smile at him.

One of the things I love about working in a bookstore is the smell of freshly printed books. The page smell you get when you turn the page of a new book. I love it so much. But today I am deeply distracted. I've been messing up so much today: putting books in the wrong shelf, forgetting to restock some, and generally not in the work mindset.
The thought of one day owning a bookstore flits my mind. It'd smell like new books and coffee all the time, play lo-fi music in the background, have plants and pride flags scattered on the walls. If I want that to happen, I should probably focus more on my job right now.
Turns out it's very hard to concentrate when there's someone on your mind. Or maybe it's just me.
I think I'm starting to like Daniel. Like like him. Sometimes I want to grab him by the cheeks and kiss him right then and there. I'm nervous to tell him, though. What if he thinks I like him for his fame? Or for his money? That's definitely not why I do. Being famous isn't my thing. Just let me be a book nerd in peace, y'know? Leave the popular thing to Daniel and Christina.
I groan. I should not be worrying about this right now.
"My, what a store." I hear someone say behind me in an almost sarcastic tone. I turn around. A girl with jet black, curled hair and deep blue eyes walks up to me. She looks like she could be a model with the body and clothes. I think she might be famous, because there are people following her and taking pictures. What a nice surprise.
I put on my customer service smile. "Hello, ma'am! What can I do for you?"
"Oh, no you don't have to pretend around me, darling." She says, laughing. Her hands are on her hips as she glances around her surroundings like she just noticed she's in a book store.
Oh God, a superstar Karen.
She sounds oddly familiar.
I'm confused. "Pretend what?"
"Pretend that you didn't steal my man or something."
"Your. . . what?" Is she for real?
"You heard me."
I raise my eyebrows at her. "I think you got me confused with someone else, ma'am, I'm not dating anyone. I don't even know who you are."
She winces a bit. "Hmph. He really did settle for less, huh? Such a shame, you're pretty but very naive." She eyes the shelves, and then up and down at me.
What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I stare at her, dumbfounded. This bitch just made her way in here just to insult me?
"Thank you?" I actually mean fuck you, but I want to keep this job I like. "Ma'am if there is anything I can do for you, please let me know." I smile and start heading for the next shelves over.
"Yes actually there is something you can do. Fuck off and stop talking to him." She says in a demanding voice. I stop in my tracks and turn around. I guess she thought it was her mic drop moment, because she started for the door. "Watch out for me, darling. You have my word." She calls out as she walks away.
       "Is that a threat? Do I have to worry for my safety?" I'm panicked. I hover my hand over my hip, where a walkie talkie is visible. If this girl wants to try something, I'll have backup.
       "Mm, I don't know yet. You'll just have to find out the hard way, right Y/n?" She gives me an evil grin as she eyes the device.
I look at my name tag on my uniform. Fuck. She found my name.
I clear my throat before I start to panic "Please don't come again. Have an awful day!" I cheerily say back to her. The people who followed her like a lost puppy just stare at me. I give them a smile anyway.
Okay. Who they hell, why the hell, and what the hell? Was she talking about Daniel? If that's the case, how does she know? The cowardice. This flaunty bitch wants to come up and threaten me without even letting me know who the fuck she is. The nerve! Wait until I tell Christina. Now this is the thing that will distract me from my job.
       In any case, the day goes by slower than ever. It's not fair that when I'm actually in a good mood and having fun, time goes by faster than Sonic. But when I turn mopey, time ticks by as slow as when you do minute planks. So annoying.
By the time I see my co-worker who will take my place, I leap for my stuff. I leave the store so quick. Usually, I leave the store a little later so the transition can be easier but fuck that. I don't want to be late
       There's this nervousness in the pit of my stomach as I walk in the direction of the tour bus. Like there's something I'm missing. It might be my quickly-developing-feelings for Daniel, but I don't want to think about that right. I want to see my man.