A/N : Hi there! I hope you're all having a beautiful day! I'm back with a new story, about a ship I don't like reading about but I surely loved writing about it! Please enjoy your stay! :)
The Moon and the Sun
The room was silent. Absolutely silent. No sound could be heard, but it wasn't like he wanted to. It was perfectly fine like this. Nobody was here, so he could think calmly. Just his thoughts and him. Alone.
He smiled. He liked his thoughts. It reminded him of good times. Happy times. Ones filled with joy and laughters.
"Daniel Arthur Cahill! Come back here right now!"
"And why would I do that, princess?" he laughed, his mouth full of chocolate. "If you want it back so bad, just come and catch me."
"First of all," she said, "you're so gross. Swallow, and then speak. Second of all, I won't run after you, my heels will break and-"
"Oh dear god, that would be absolutely awful! Of course we don't want the little princess to hurt herself and her oh so precious shoes."
He smirked and began to walk away.
"That's too bad, really. Guess you won't have it back."
She groaned like an angry animal. She seemed to hesitate between going after him and ruin her shoes, or get back her precious item.
"I'm going to tell my brother!" she finally exclaimed.
"Oooh no! No, please, don't do that! Do you really hate me that much? Do you want my death? If you tell him, you know he'll tell my sister. And if he does, there will be World War III. They'll argue, again, and after they'll be done yelling, Amy will come find me and scream at me. Do you really want that?"
"Yes."
"You cruel witch."
"Give it back."
"No."
"Yes."
He laughed.
"In your dreams, sweetie."
He turned his back to her and went for the garden. He heard her scream in frustration. One second later, he could hear the sound of someone beginning to jog. So, naturally, he ran.
"Daniel! Daniel, for God's sake, I swear!"
They ran together, him a few feet before her, laughing like a mad man. God. How he loved making her angry. It made him happy, to say the least.
"Natalie! Didn't go tell your big brother yet? Afraid I will hurt you later?"
"Never."
"So come on! Faster! You want it back? Good. Run!"
He started running again, her behind him. She was panting. Finally, a few seconds later, he stopped. Seeing this, she smiled, reaching for her item. But he wasn't done annoying her. Not yet. He lifted his arm up in the air, high, where she couldn't reach it. His smirk grew wide.
"If you want it back," he whispered, "you'll have to say Dan the Mighty Ninja is awesome."
She stared at him, mouth wide open in shock.
"In your dreams, sweetie." she mocked him.
"Too bad, then."
He faked throwing the item in the lake next to them. He was about to let it go when she screamed.
"No! No… Please, don't…" she finished, her voice barely above a whisper.
His smirk vanished with the soft wind. His eyes softened.
"You just have to say it. Dan the-"
"Dan-the-Mighty-Ninja-is-awesome! There! Are you happy? Now, GIVE IT BACK TO ME!"
He lowered his arm, perplexed. Why was she acting like that? He didn't expect her to say it for good. He just wanted to annoy her. He would have stopped a few seconds later.
He handed it to her, no sign of any smile on his face. He looked at her as she took it. Her long hair was falling in front of her face, so he couldn't perfectly see her expression. She seemed… sad. Was she crying? No, impossible. Natalie Kabra would never cry in front of Dan Cahill.
Finally, after long minutes of silence, he saw her shoulders shake. He couldn't believe his eyes. Natalie Kabra, of all people, was crying! In front of him! Suddenly, his heart broke and guilty took possession of him.
He walked over to her, closing a little the gap between them. He was about to put a hesitant hand on her tiny shoulder when, all of a sudden, she jerked her head back, her mouth wide open and her eyes closed, allowing him to see her face.
Tears were running down her face, but she was laughing. He sighed, relieved and slightly annoyed. Girls were so weird. His sister was a perfect example. Couldn't they have only one mood? No, they had to laugh and cry at the same time.
"Are- are you okay?" he asked, frowning.
She nodded, a small smile playing on her full lips.
"Um… Excuse me, but… Are you sad or happy? I mean-"
"I'm happy, you twat! Good thing you gave it back to me, or Ian would have-"
"Oh my god, if you think you're brother scares me… It's time to wake up, princess!"
She smirked, and turned to face the mansion.
"Okay then. You don't mind if I tell me, right?"
"Of course no- Wait! What?"
Her laugh echoed in the garden, her voice mixing up with the sounds of the birds. In her hand, a little teddy bear was hanging upside down.
The clock told him it was already three in the afternoon. He couldn't care less. It was only him and his thoughts, and the time had no more meaning to him.
He stared at the coffee table in front him, not really seeing it, as if it was invisible. Maybe it was. After all, a lot of things could be invisible, even if they weren't.
He gripped his glass. He chewed his straw. He clenched his jaw. He gritted his teeth. He narrowed his eyes. He tried to do anything just to keep his mind off her. To stay calm.
"Hey Dan-o." a loud voice behind him said.
He turned around to see his cousin and best friend, Hamilton Holt. Perfect. A distraction. It was about time.
"What are you doing alone?" he asked. "Didn't find a date for tonight?"
He laughed, his blond hair bouncing on his head.
"Not really," he answered softly. "How about you? Where's Sinead?"
"She's with your sister, she managed to steal her from Ian. Man, that guy is really into her. He didn't want to let her go."
"Tell me about it," he groaned, gazing at Natalie. "Be happy you don't live with us, it's worse."
Hamilton laughed, happy like… like… Like what? He didn't know what in this world could be happy; his world was so grey, it seemed like he hadn't been joyful since a decade at least.
"Anyway," he continued, a big smile on his face, "do you want to join us? Jonah is dancing the-"
"No, thank you. Actually, I'm a bit tired, I think I'll go rest."
He put his glass down on the table beside him, not bothering to be gentle. He didn't care anymore. He could be cruel with anyone, be the biggest jerk of the world, he couldn't care less. Why would he be nice, anyway? She had been so mean to him, so cruel. She had acted as if he was nothing worth of her time, as if he was an old and stinky sock. As if he was invisible.
It wasn't fair, really. Of course he had been mean to her in the past, he had said and done cruel things too, but it was only because he loved teasing her. Nothing more.
Tonight, she was being awfully cruel with him, just by dancing with another one. And it wasn't to tease him. Oh no.
He watched her dance happily with him, smiling brightly. She seemed over the moon. It broke his heart. What had he done? When did everything go wrong? He thought everything was perfect. They talked and laughed a lot together. They went to places together. He thought she was happy to be with him, just like he was. Apparently, he was wrong.
Sighing, he left the room, shoving people on his way. He went outside, in the garden, and sat on the fresh grass.
He looked at the stars, shining in the dark sky. He wondered how he fell in love with her. It was unbelievable, incredible. A few months ago, he hated her. He couldn't stand to see her in the same room as him and automatically felt obliged to annoy her, either by telling her sarcastic comments or pulling at her hair. So how did he become so helplessly in love with her, of all people? Maybe it was because of her looks, her personality, her smile. But they were like the day and the night, the moon and the sun; it was impossible for them to get along with each other, they couldn't exist at the same time. But, sometimes, just like a miracle, they happened to get along. They would talk and even laugh together. They would smile at each other. Just like a miracle, indeed.
"Hey, Dan."
His sister. By the sound of it, she was tired and sad. Poor girl. She had to deal with her boyfriend and her brother.
"The ceremony will begin soon."
He looked up at her. She had bags under her eyes. She looked really tired. Her cheeks were red, a sign she had cried a few seconds ago.
"Yes," he answered, "just two more minutes, please."
Two more minutes to remember.
"Daniel!"
He looked up from his game he was playing on his phone to see a really angry Natalie.
"First of all, it's Dan. D-A-N. Second of all, what? Did you miss an amazing deal at a Prada shop? Or did you just break your heels? It would be such a waste."
"Shut up. What is that, exactly?"
He looked up at her again and was surprised to see a piece of paper.
"Um… Let me think…" he put his index on his chin. "A piece of paper? You know, either to write a letter or draw something… The usual."
"Shut up!" she repeated. "I want to know why, for Gideon's sake, there is that… that… that thing written on it!"
He sighed, already feeling annoyed. Couldn't she leave him alone for just one second?
"What is it?" he asked, slowly getting up.
"See for yourself."
She handed him the paper, and he took it, a look of boredom plastered on his face.
He analysed it. It was a really long letter. The writing wasn't clear and it seemed… Oh no. No. No. No, no, no, no, no!
"Where did you get that?" he screamed, panicked.
"Guess." she hissed.
"Um… I can explain everything, I-I swear!"
"You better."
He looked again at the letter in his hands, horror on his face.
Dear Natalie. You suck. But you already know that, for I told you countless times before. But, of course, I've never mentioned why you sucked. You suck because you are perfect. Perfect in the way you are. Perfect from the head to the toes. Perfect on the inside just like on the outside. I love your hair, I just want to touch it forever. It seems so soft. Dear god, I wish I had the same as you. I'd be so cool with it! But of course, I don't want to look like your brother. *shivers*
Because the looks aren't enough to love someone, I'd say I love your personality. I love your witty comments, I love the way you laugh, I love your way to speak, always with that highness and this softness, I love when you cry because you always look so small…
That's why you suck. Because you make me love you. This shouldn't feel so normal. So… natural. You're my sworn enemy, after all. But I guess everything change, one day or another, and for my feelings towards you changed, I want you to know it.
I love you, Nat Cobra.
Always
Daniel.
"What the hell, Daniel?"
He looked at her, sadness in his green eyes. Did it mean she didn't love him? Surely. What would she do with a guy like him?
"I think it's pretty clear." he answered, seriously. "It's nothing more than a joke."
She seemed hurt for a second, but quickly changed her expression into one of coldness.
"A joke you made alone? I know you were stupid, but not like that! Who would want to laugh alone in his room?"
She laughed, a cruel laugh. His heart broke.
"Someone with humour, of course. But seeing you don't have any, I understand why you don't find it funny."
"You're just a big psychopath, Daniel! A big jerk and a big pig! That's what you are!"
Anger flashed through him. He saw red.
"Why are you reacting like that? My letter doesn't please you? I put all my heart in it!"
"It doesn't please me because it's a really mean joke! Next time you do a thing like that, make sure the person you refer to doesn't find it!"
"You weren't mean to find it! It was in my room! You didn't have to go in there! Don't you know that thing called privacy?"
He paused.
"Wait, why do you say it's mean? You shouldn't care, because you don't love me."
She went silent, her cheeks red. She looked at the floor, her hair covering her face. How he hated when she did that. He wanted to push them away so bad.
"Did… Did you mean what you said in that letter?" she asked softly.
He was taken aback. He didn't know how and what to respond. Did she really-?
"Please be honest."
He stared at her, amazed. He couldn't believe it.
"Yes." he murmured. "Yes."
She looked up at him, a shy look on her face.
Slowly, very slowly, she got closer to him. She put her tiny hands on his chest, his neck, and then his face. With her thumbs, she stroked his cheeks. He wanted to scream. Every part of his body was on fire, he was aware of every single inch of skin that touched Natalie's. He was over the moon.
"I love you too," she said, "I love you with all my heart."
He smiled. After months of sadness and depression, he finally smiled.
"My letter wasn't the best of the world. I don't know how to write. Amy is better at that than me but-"
"It's enough."
And she kissed him. Just like that. His body burned for good. He put his hands on her hips and kissed her back fiercely. Stumbling back, they fell on the couch. She squealed, surprised. He laughed.
"You're my sun." he said.
"And you're my moon." she laughed, rolling her eyes, amused.
"I'm home!"
Quick footsteps could be heard in the stairs.
"Daddy!"
He was dreaming. He knew he was dreaming. That couldn't be possible. Something that beautiful was… no longer for him.
He took her in his arms. She giggled.
"Who are you, young lady?" he joked.
"I'm your daughter, silly!"
"What? I have a daughter?"
He faked being shocked.
"No one told me! Natalie! Did you know we had a daughter?"
Natalie made her entrance. She was smiling.
"No, nobody told me either."
They laughed and Caroline pouted. She crossed her baby arms.
He looked at his family. He was so happy, so proud to have them. It was his family. His own. No one else's.
A/N :Please tell me what you thought of it! Feel free to tell me if there were any mistakes, I'm sure there were! I hope you enjoyed the story :) review, it's really encouraging for me!
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