𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

07; i wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you.

Imagine 7:
Y/n pov

"Babe! Babe! Babe!" Daniel hollered from the top of the stairs. I had been sitting at home all day reading. I love reading, the calmness and relaxation of it. Daniel always loved the way that I read. Although sometimes it gets annoying, especially when he's trying to talk to me but your way into your book.

Once, he was talking about how he was going on tour but I was too busy reading. So the next day when I woke up and there was no sign of Daniel, I immediately got worried.

I left him messages and tried to call, of course, he was doing a show. When he was finally done, he called me and I started crying. He asked me why I was crying, I replied with a simple, "where the hell are you, Daniel James Seavey."

He laughed, "Babe, I'm on tour." I realized that he told you last night. We always laugh about that, and I get embarrassed. (He always reassures me that it's okay.)

He ran downstairs- almost falling, might I add- looking everywhere for me. He looked everywhere, but where I am; the couch.

"Daniel, I'm in here! What's wrong?"

He ran back to our living room, his face light up when he saw me. He rushed towards me and sat down, almost on my lap.

"I have something for you," he says turning towards me.

"What is it?"

He grabs his guitar, from across the room, and sits where he was. "I wrote a song."

"Yay! That's great, Dani! Can I hear it?" I say, putting a bookmark on my page so I don't lose it.

"It's not a normal song." I raise my eyebrows in confusion.

"It's a love song," he smiles more, showing his beautiful tooth gap.

"You always write love songs," I reply and put my hand on his head to make sure he's not sick.

"What are you doing?"

"Making sure your not sick."

"I'm not sick, I'm just very excited," he said, slapping my hand away. "Anyway," he continues, "it's a love song about us!" He jumps up in excitement, accidentally dropping the guitar.

"Huh?"

"I wrote a song about you." I yell in glee, embracing him in a hug. He has never wrote me a song, mostly be because our relationship is private; that's how we like it. I give him a quick kiss, and then return to my seat.

"Can I hear it?"

"Of course."

He starts playing his guitar. (Play the song a above ;))

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"That was amazing babe, I love it!"

"Thank you," he gives me a peck on the cheek, "and I love you."

"I love you too."

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This sucks but I have a head ache and I don't feel like re- writing it. Sorry.

I'm also sorry that's it's short, but you guys should know how bad head aches hurt. 🙄😒🤜🏼👩🏼