Warnings: it takes place in an alternative world where the songs came out differently, the boys went on tour differently, everything kinda happens differently. but since this is a work of fanfiction, so i'm able to do that. also, i mention the other four band member's girlfriends, maybe not accurate anymore or never was, please forgive me, it was better for me to write it this way. oh, and we're gonna switch perspectives to give more information on everyone.
A/N: so hello guys! my first ever WDW-related piece of writing!! as a fan of them for around two years who lives in an outlandish european country, i had this idea in my head for quite a while. hope you fellow limelights enjoy, maybe some of you might even feel related to the base situation. <3
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Juliana's Perspective:
I have been a fan of Why Don't We for quite a long time, but I always thought I'll never see them perform live. I thought I'll never be able to tell them how much they mean to me and how much better they have made my life.
It's all because I'm living in a small country in the middle of nowhere. I'm sure there are people out there that never even heard of this place. I have never been rich in my life, or to be more exact by this I never had enough money to travel to even the closest country they performed in.
Still, one day, I somehow get an idea that seems to stuck in my head.
Even if he never reads it, why don't you text him to tell him what you wanted to tell since day one of being a fan?
So that's what I do. I grab my phone, open up Instagram, and after a little typing I get his account opened in front of me. I take a deep breath and without another thought about it I tap on the Send message button.
First I don't know what to write. Feeling stupid, childish and extremely naive. But then my mind takes over me and suddenly words are flowing out of me, fingers typing away on my screen fast.
"Dear Daniel,
I just wanted to let you know how precious you truly are. You are an absolute angel. Before you, I never knew perfection existed. But you are perfect. I never met you, but your talent, your voice, your kindness with all people on Earth, your eyes all show me how unhumanly you are. You're too good to be true. I know you'll never read what I'm writing now, and this is why I let myself say things I'd never do otherwise. Even with knowing this, I wanted to let you know how much you've helped me dealing with life. You gave me hope in the most hopeless state of mind ever possible. Listening to you sing, talk, hum and watching you dance, perform, or even just smile made my days happy. You cured my depression and I'm more than thankful for that. When you were in American Idol, you made me fall hard. Your voice, talent and cuteness at such a young age... Wow. I felt so inspired by you. When I watched you perform, I remember always thinking that anything is possible even in our age. Then the show ended, but you still uploaded videos on YouTube, every single one showing how more mature you became since the previous one, over and over again, leaving me in awe every single time. I loved watching all of your videos. They gave me huge motivation. But besides all of this, I'm living in a country far from you, a country no one ever performs in. I don't have enough money to fly out to watch a Why Don't We show or what is more buy a meet&greet ticket. God, I don't even own any merch... So I'm quite hopeless. That's why I decided to write this pretty long message to you, knowing you won't even read it, since you get fan messages a million times a day. Mine will disappear in this huge crowd. But I just had to tell you somehow how I truly feel. If I didn't write this message, I'd burst from having to keep it in myself.
Yours truly, Juliana"
Well, to sum it up quickly, I totally pour my heart out. There isn't anything left unsaid in me.
I pause for a moment, only for a single moment before leaning back in my chair and pressing Send. Minutes pass and I'm still sitting there, staring at my phone, at the message I just sent.
Did I do the right thing?
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As more and more days pass, every minute seems to take one more string of hope away from me.
And by two weeks later I have already forgot about the whole thing, accepting that the situation only turned out how I always expected it to.
He didn't read it. My message disappeared amongst the thousands of letters similar to mine. It's not like it was something I never thought to happen.
But then this one day comes, and just as I finish studying for tomorrow's test, my phone beeps, signaling a new notification.
@seaveydaniel sent you a message
I sit there in shock, eyes immediately moving to search for a sign, any sign that would give away that it's only a fan account that uses a similar username. But I can't find any. There isn't any purposeful misspelling, any mistake.
Before I could get my hopes up too high inside my mind, I'm quick to click on the notification, then without even reading the message I got, I go straight to the account that sent it.
What I see makes my heart stop beating for a second.
It's the verified, very own, original Instagram account of Daniel James Seavey. The boy I've been in love with for so long.
Where's the trick?
I still can't make myself to believe it. Things like this don't happen in real life.
I drop my phone on my desk, leaning back against my chair, already deep in thought. Could it be real? Did Daniel Seavey really send me a private message? Something only my eyes could see?
I take a few deep breaths before moving one finger to touch the screen again, going back to the previous page where the new message I got the notification about is displayed.
And only seconds later my eyes already scan over the text. The more words I read, the more confused I become and the more butterflies wake to fly frantically around in my stomach.
The more words I read, the more certain I grow about one thing:
I love Daniel Seavey. Even more than before.
