𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

10; the silent treatment

The Silent Treatment

(this ones a bit shorter)
Imagine 10:
Y/n pov:

Do you ever just get annoyed randomly? Like, nothing happened, but you're just annoyed? That's how I feel right now. I'm so annoyed, and I don't know why. I kind of hate being annoyed for no reason.

On the other hand, however, I kind of like it. Because all Daniels doing is trying to get my attention. It's cute. I'm giving him the silent treatment.

He got home, from the studio, a few minutes ago and ever since then, I haven't talked to him, he hates it. "Babe, where are you?" He asked, walking into our house. He put his coat on the rack. Looking around, he started to get worried.

I wasn't in the mood to answer, so when he found me, he let out a breath of relief. "Babe?" He asked again. "Are you okay?" I didn't answer.

He came and sat by me, then, pulled me into his lap. Normally I loved this, me sitting on his warm lap, and him placing light kisses on me, but now, now I didn't like it so much.

Maybe it's just my period, maybe. "Princess. Is something wrong?" Again, I didn't answer. This time he got the memo. "Why are you mad at me?"

I didn't answer.

He didn't like that.

"Kitten, tell me what's wrong, please," he begged. He was starting to sound a little sad. He was exhausted, from making music, like he always was. I hated that I was making him more tired. I was just so.. annoyed.

"Whatever I did," he explained, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it. Just please talk to me. Let's talk about this. I'm so sorry.." He rambled. I didn't speak.

He was also in a playful mode apparently: "If you don't talk to me, right now.." He spoke strictly, "I'm going to.. tickle you? Yes! Tickle you. That's what I'll do," He laughed at himself.

I just stayed there, sitting. I didn't even break a small smile, like usual. "Do you want me to tickle you? Because I will."

Nothing.

"Y/n! I'm going to tickle you until you talk to me." He moved his hands from my waist to my sides, tickling them gently. When I didn't move, he moved his hands up my body, no matter how mad I was, this was still sending sparks up my body. His hands landed under my arms, on my arm pits. He sat there, possibly waiting for me to talk.

I didn't.

He tickled me, and boy was I moving. I didn't laugh, nor talk. I was just moving, squirming perhaps. "Talk to me!" He yelled. "I know your ticklish so laugh! Do something! Talk, laugh, smile, kiss me, anything, please!"

Nothing.

He had stopped, and all I was thinking was: finally. "Y/n, what did I do?" He was starting to get frustrated, I could tell by his actions. He threw his hand up in the air, landing on his head. "Babygirl.. please?"

He started kissing me, all over. Well, not all over. All over my face. On my nose, cheeks, in between my eyebrows. I couldn't help but crack a small smile. He noticed this and smiled, a genuine smile, showing his tooth gap. "Y/n.." He knew he was winning. He continued, ".. I know you love me."

Lastly, he placed a kiss on my lips. I didn't kiss him back, I always did. He, once again, kissed my lips, harder this time. I didn't kiss back this time either.

"Kiss me!" He kissed me again, longer; however, he got no kiss back. I was just still. I didn't move, not even a little bit.

"Kiss me, please!" I didn't, he groaned. "Alright," he said seriously, "tell me what's wrong. Tell me what's on your mind because, obviously, I did something wrong. You always kiss me back, even when your mad, so somethings up. So tell me; right now."

I couldn't do it any longer. I couldn't stay mad at him ant longer. Every time he kissed me, I wanted to kiss back. I felt bad that he was so tired when he got home, now he's even more tired. This, silent treatment thing, wasn't doing either of us a favor.

"I'm sorry, Dani," he smiled. "I don't know what's wrong. I just.. I'm just annoyed and I don't know why, you know? Do you ever feel that way? You're just annoyed.. for no reason."

He chuckled and nodded, "Yeah I know, baby. I feel like that sometimes as well. Just talk to me next time, okay?"

I nodded.

"Now," he smirked, "I think you owe me some kisses."

Oh boy.