𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

18; unbreak daniel's broken heart

D a n i e l S e a v e y
(Dan- y'all. C- V)
A musical artist.

Imagine 18: [Corbyn Besson's pov)

Slamming the door behind him, Daniel came home. He was out with his girlfriend Lily, and he had just entered our house.

He was upset and everyone knew that. The four of us looked at each other with worried and carious eyes.

Daniel never slammed the door, he was always so gentle with it. Even if it was just a piece of wood, he treated it like a human.

"Should we go see what's wrong?" Zach asked. Although he never seemed smart, he actually is. Well, not book smart, but a kind of smart. He's so smart that he's dumb.

Jonah shook his head, "He seems upset. One person only. Let's not overbear him." Well all nodded in agreement. Of course, Jonah has always been the book smart one. He gave us the best advice and the best life lessons. I don't care what people say, he's the best. He's like the Dad to us— even though he won't admit it, he loves us.

Jack looked over at me, "You're his best friend out of all of us. You should go." I smiled knowing this was true. Daniel and I have been close for years, even before the band. We clicked instantly when we met. He's like a brother, the best brother.

"I will." I got up and pulled my pants up, they always almost fall.

I quietly walked up the stairs. Turning down the hall, I could hear soft sobs.

Daniels a nice guy, whom cares for everyone. He's kind to not only the fans, but the haters. He loves so easily and it always breaks his heart. It breaks my heart hearing him cry. I never, and will never, understand why people hurt him. He's everything a human being should be, I just wish people didn't take advantage of that.

I walked down the hall to his door. I knocked and he quickly stopped sobbing. Every time he cries and someone sees him, he immediately stops. He puts on a fake smile.

"Come in," he spoke. When I walked in, his room was clean. His room is always the cleanest.

Daniel was sitting on his bed, doing something on his phone, he looked up and smiled. I knew it was a fake smile, the smile didn't show his tooth gap, like his real smile did.

"Hi, Daniel." I sat by him on the bed.

"Hi," he replied.

A few minutes later, we somehow ended up laying down on the bed. My head was on his shoulder and his head was on mine.

Looking up at the freshly painted wall, I talk, "What's wrong?"

His icy- blue eyes wondered their way to me, "Nothing," he smiled again.

I shook my head, and looked at him. "Not true. I heard you crying on the way up the stairs."

His soft voice spoke, "Really. Nothing. I'm fine."

A second time, I shook my head. He was lying to me, he never lied to me. Something must be seriously wrong. "Quit the act, Daniel. I'm your best friend, and you're mine. So tell me, what is wrong so I can help you."