This is the story about how a silent singer meets and deaf writer, a story of how a man loves a woman and a woman loves a man, a story where the deaf learn to hear and speak and the silent learn to speak louder. - - - - - - - - - - "You know I'd fall apart without you. I don't know how you do what you do, because everything that doesn't make sense about me, makes sense when I'm with you." #2 page 1 under the tag bastille

'Lily.' A soft voice said from somewhere in the dark. My head was fuzzy and my body discontented from my brain. But the main thing was I felt no pain. I felt relief. I wasn't in the rubble anymore. I could hear beeps and distant voices. I knew I was safe in hospital. 'Lily, open your eyes.' I knew that voice. A happiness crept over me. 'Dan?' I tried to say but barely a sound left my dry mouth. 'Hey sleepy head.' It took far too much effort to do as I was told, but I eventually opened my eyes to see his beautiful face near mine. He was lying beside me in a hospital bed. The window behind him was dark. I wondered what time or what day it even was. I then noticed one of his hands was stroking my face and the other holding mine. 'You know how to scare me.' He laughed sourly. 'Sorry.' I whispered. 'De ja vu.' I told him. It was just like the time is woken up in hospital all those years ago with Dan beside me. I had so many questions but no brain capacity to ask just yet. I wanted to go back to sleep. And that's what I did.

Tessa And Dan. join our young starstruck lovers as they travel through love, hate and pain together. Realizing that love may be a chicken in a biscuit with gravy. . . but it is also very flawed.

Dan is hiding a horrible secret that forces him into hiding. His one best friend, Kyle, brings him back from the brink of death, only to discover a terrible secret of his own.

Catherine moved to London seven years ago to escape everything that happened in her past home. She's forever reminded of the reason why she left. One night she meets a stranger who happens to be Dan Smith and so begins a story of her escapades.

Before Bastille, the thought of performing made Dan Smith sick. It was almost the end of sixth form, he could get a new start, but he still had 5 months to go. He was no one, just a shy kid who went to the music room everyday after school. That was until Erica overheard him singing. Erica promises to herself that she will get Dan to show his talent, even if that means getting him very drunk, very fast...

Tori used to love Carter, but he changes. He tells her if she doesn't do what he says, he will kill her. But when she meets Dan Smith, she just wants to keep Carter and what he makes her do from Dan. But how long can she? And what happens when Carter and his gang find them?

'Lily?' He said quietly. I didn't respond. I hoped he thought I was sleeping. Even though I doubted I'd be getting much sleep. I had far too much on my mind to switch off. I was finding it so hard to concentrate on what I was supposed to be doing when I was so consumed with guilt. Every time he looked at me with those kind blue eyes, all I could think about was how much I must've hurt him. I had walked away without ever looking back, no explanation, nothing but a sorry note. How he could cope without wanting to kill me I'd never know. I guessed the kindest thing I could do was at least stop ignoring him and stop treating him like he'd done something wrong. 'Yeah?' I eventually replied. 'I...' He began. But a long silence hung in the air, as though he was thinking what to say next. 'Good night.' He said with a sigh. Whatever it was he was going to say, I doubted it had been just 'goodnight'. That had been my queue to speak up. But I couldn't. I was still too ashamed of what I'd done to face it.

'No.' I said bluntly and walked away. I'd tried my best to keep calm, but was now resorting to holding my bottom lip with my teeth to stop it trembling. I couldn't believe that out of all the bands in the world, I had been assigned this one. With him. What on earth was I supposed to do? I'd never dreamed of seeing him again, and definitely not at work. But hadn't I known he was in a band? Hadn't he been the one who'd planted the idea in my head to work with musicians? I felt incredibly stupid and embarrassed. I took myself off to the ladies toilets before heading back to the office, checking I was alone before shutting the cubicle door and letting out a silent scream. No one could ever find out that Dan and I were married.

This might just be the first ever Woody fan fiction.