Don't Leave (danisnotonfire x reader)

Chapter 19

You sit cross-legged on your bed with a notebook and pencil in your hands.
You close your eyes and whisper to yourself.

"Okay, Y/N, it shouldn't be this hard. Just write a song. Just write down artsy things and make them rhyme."

You open your eyes, stare down at the paper and groan, leaning back against the bed frame.

"What the fuck am I meant to write about?" You ask yourself.

You look down at the instructions given to you for the song.

1. Song must include a bridge.
2. Must include at least one instrument.
3. Must be at least 2 minutes long.
4. The song must be written about something important to you.

"What on earth is important to me?!" You half say half shout, slapping your hands over your face then running them through your H/C hair.

You hear your phone vibrate on your dresser. You pick it up and read the text.

Dan:
Wuu2?

Y/N:
Trying to write this fucking song, wbu?

Dan:
Literally nothing.

Y/N:
So talking to me is nothing? Wellllll then. I'll just leave.

Dan:
Nooooooo I'm booooooored

Y/N:
Nothing I can help.

Dan:
But you're fun. Give me something interesting to do.

Y/N:
Go outside.

Dan:
Wtf is an 'outside'?

Y/N:
Oh dear. Go talk to Phil.

Dan:
We're still not talking.

Y/N:
Wtf happened?

Dan:
Just an argument. Or two. Or three. Or... Okay a lot of small arguments.

Y/N:
About what?

Dan:
Nothing important.

Dan:
What are you writing your song about?

Y/N:
I have no idea.

Dan:
Good luck. I gtg film a video.

Y/N:
K then. Ditch me.

Dan:
BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Y/N:
Goodbye, Sir Daniel.

You turn off your phone and look back at the notepad.

"Okay. What's important to me?" You whisper and close your eyes again, thinking of people that are important to you.

Your friends.
Ally.
Alex.
Kelvin.
Dan

Dan.
Great, now all you can think about is Dan.
Wonderful, perfect, flawless Dan.

"Stop it, Y/N!" You whisper/shout and slap yourself on the head. "He doesn't like you anyway."

You stare down at the paper and continue to think about Dan.
Without even realising it, you're writing all your thoughts down on the paper.

"Woah what the actual flying fuck?" You whisper to yourself as soon as you realise what you're doing, and that you have a page and a half of words. "Wait a second..."

You read over what you've written, changing a few bits and writing some notes.
Soon, you have an entire song with four verses, a chorus which is repeated five times and a bridge.