AN: Junes, song fic, one shot. based on 'Open Your Eyes' by Snow Patrol- listen to it, it's a beautiful song. Send any requests in, don't be shy :) Enjoy, review. Xx

Oh this feels strange and untrue, and I won't waste a minute, without you.

"Hey, Dan."

No reply. Of course there's no reply- you're asleep. God, what do I expect you to do, have a sleep conversation?

"You know, I'm really tired."

Silence.

"I wish I could sleep."

I look down at the you sprawled across the bed and smile softly.

"Open your eyes, Dan. Open your eyes so you can see."

I brush a hand across the arm hanging off the edge of the mattress.

"Can't you see it, Dan? I love you. I love you more than I've ever loved anything in this world. That sounds corny, doesn't it? But I don't care- no one can hear it anyway. You're asleep. I wish you weren't... I wish you'd just... open your eyes. It's like they're always closed. I do everything I can to show you how I feel but it's like you're always asleep, never taking any notice. Do you even see it in the first place, Danny? All the things I buy for you, all the times I hug you for no reason, how I'm always there? Or do you think it's just cause I'm your mate?"

I swear I can feel your dreams. They'd be just like you- free, uncaring, happy.

The anger swells in my guts, and I won't feel these slices and cuts.

"I wish I was more than your mate, Danny. I'm sick of this. It makes me angry, more angry than I've ever had to be, cause you know what? You're the first person I've ever been nervous around. You're the first person that I've ever felt weird around- felt like I've had to impress you. That's funny, yeah? Funny cause you feel like you have to impress everyone, Danny."

Get up get out, get away from these liars, cause they don't get your soul, or your fire.

I blow out a breath and look at the T.V, on like it always is when you're asleep because you can't sleep without the T.V on.

"They don't get you, Dan. They don't get your soul, your fire... I do."

You sniffle in your sleep and fidget.

I want so much to open up your eyes, cause I need you to look in to mine.

"Open your eyes, Danny."

You do.

Your eyes open- blue, sleepy eyes, and you look straight at me.

"I love you, Danny."

"I love you too."

Tell me that you'll open your eyes.

The kiss is passionate yet slow, exciting yet comforting. It's a bit awkward- I'm nervous, and you're tired, and our lips are dry and our hands are fumbling but it's- well, it's us.

Oh this feels strange and untrue, and I won't waste a minute, without you.