You Put The Music In My Heart (Danny Worsnop Fan Fic - A Love To Give Book #3)

Now I'm Back

AN: First, I just opened an Etsy shop last week, so it would be really awesome if you guys could check it out. The link is in the external link. Even if you can't buy anything, just take a look and help me spread the word and stuff. Most of the stuff I'm selling is band related, so if you like Pierce The Veil, Tonight Alive, Issues, All Time Low, We Are The In Crowd, Sleeping With Sirens, Asking Alexandria, etc, you should definitely take a look! If you read multiple of my stories, I'm sorry that you have to keep reading about it. Anyway, on a different note, this chapter is dedicated to bxndpxrn for asking me to update!

Song: Life Of A Salesman by Yellowcard

Grace

I had no idea what I had gotten myself into. I did feel something other than platonic love for my once best friend that I hadn't felt before. Well, he was still my best friend. He was just now my boyfriend, too. It was so weird to say that. Max was my boyfriend. But, I really couldn't say it out loud. I agreed that it was best for this to be a secret for awhile. My mom would never leave me alone if she knew and Valerie would be fuming. She would say that I was letting him walk all over me again. She would claim I was only doing this because he wanted it, but I wanted it, too. The way I felt when we were kissing was the most amazing feeling I had ever experienced. I wouldn't feel that way if I had no feelings for him. I guess after all these years of thinking of him as a little brother had buried the other feelings that I had developed. When I thought about it, he was the only person who accepted me fully, besides my parents of course. I told him everything and he still hadn't run away. I mean, technically he was the one that most people would consider the problem in our relationship, but even I had my flaws and he had seen every one. He stuck around even after witnessing my worst sides.

Whatever had changed in me, I was happy it had. I had never felt better. The only problem with my insane amount of happiness was that my bandmates immediately took notice of my change in attitude.

"Why are you so happy today?" Valerie questioned as she plopped down on the couch to wait for everyone else to come back from the kitchen with some snacks. We had been practicing for hours and decided to call it a day, but we always hung out for a bit before they left.

"No reason," I responded. I knew the answer was vague and she probably wouldn't drop the subject, but I really didn't know what else to say. Stalling would give me more time to come up with an appropriate answer that would satisfy my friend.

"You haven't stop smiling since I got here. There has to be a reason," she insisted. She could be so stubborn sometimes, not to mention nosey.

"I don't know. It was just a good week and my birthday's coming up and stuff" I replied. My birthday was on Wednesday and my mom always made a big deal about it every year and my week hadn't been terrible, so it wasn't totally a lie. Yesterday had especially been really good. Yesterday had left me floating on cloud nine. Max and I had hung out all day yesterday. Well, we half hung out, half made out, but he left me feeling amazing. For some reason, Max made me feel special. Maybe it was because I knew he had waited a long time to tell me how he felt. Maybe it was because he had went through tons of girls, but somehow, it still came down to me. Whatever it was, being Max's girlfriend, which was still a weird thought, made me feel really good.

Thankfully, the next thing I knew, my mom was calling my name from the top of the steps, so Valeria could no longer question me. "What?" I asked from the bottom of the stairs. I hated when my mom interrupted our band practices even though we were technically done for the day.

"Come here," was all she said before turning away. I just shook my head in confusion and climbed the steps. She usually didn't bother me unless she had a good reason. I was just hoping she wasn't mad at me or something.

When I made it up the stairs, I could hear Mia and Alexia talking in the kitchen, but over them, I heard a very familiar voice. That voice could only belong to one person. My pace quickened as I realized that the voice belonged to my father. "Dad!" I exclaimed when I saw him sitting on the couch in our living room.

When he saw me, he stood up and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a bear hug. My dad literally gave the best hugs ever. "My Gracey," he whispered into my wavy dark brown hair. Even though we talked on the phone all the time, I really did miss him.

"What are you doing home?" I asked, my brow furrowing in confusion. We Are Harlot had just started a new tour, so there was no way they were coming home already.

"Hey, I promised you I was never going to miss one of your birthdays, so I made sure we had a few days off so I could come home," he explained. When I was very young, probably six, my dad had told me he would never let touring make him miss my birthdays and every year, he was faithful to his promise. He vow was actually one of my first memories.

~Flashback~

"Daddy!" a six-year-old me cried out as my dad scooped me up into his arms. He had been on tour for a really long time and it felt like forever in my little kid world. I had become accustomed to my dad being away a lot, but I still hated it. I wanted him with me, especially when I was young. Every year he missed things that seemed extremely important to me at the time: first days of school, class parties, parent visitation day, everything.

"What about tour, Daddy?" I asked after he put me down. Sometimes, at that age, I felt like touring was more important to him than me, so every time he came home, I was almost surprised.

He then bent down to my level and looked me dead in the eyes. "I will never miss one of your birthdays, Gracey," he told me. In that moment, I knew that touring had never been more important to him than I was. I had been foolish to think so, but I had only be six.

"Promise?" I asked, holding out my pinky finger like a true elementary school kid.

He let out a chuckle before linking his pinky finger in mine. "Promise," he told me before wrapping me into a hug. After that, every year in late spring, he would arrive home, a gift for me hidden in his suitcase, and repeat his promise to me.

~End Flashback~

"So, what're you doing for your birthday, anyway?" Mia, who had come in from the kitchen, asked. Even though my mom liked to make a big deal about birthdays, I didn't. I couldn't even have all my friends over at once because Valerie hated Max. Besides that, my only friends were the rest of the band and Max. I was in book club at school, which I know is nerdy, but I liked it. I had a few friends from that, but other than that, I wasn't the most popular person.

"I don't know," I responded with a shrug. I didn't even really want anything like party. I mean, I was turning eighteen. I think I was past the party age even if it was a big year. All I cared about that the fact that my dad was home for the week. That was the best part of my birthday: our family was all together for a few days.