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dr3ln4 · 2 years

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you don’t go to parties

who is he even looking for?

summary: Daniel Ricciardo finds his house in Perth full of everyone from his past, except for the one person he was hoping would show up

word count: 3.5k

warnings: none really, except for mentions of fighting and angsty Daniel

note: here’s a short little blurb inspired by the 5SOS song you don’t go to parties. So I definitely recommend listening to it at some point either before or after reading this. This album has inspired me more than you’ll ever understand and this song just screamed in my face about this scenario. I hope you guys like it :)

also, tumblr is glitching so please ignore the repeated paragraphs at the beginning

He was only home for a month. Back in Australia for his summer break, but only for 30 days. 720 hours. It sounded like forever, but in comparison to the other 335 days he spent away from his home, it felt like nothing.

He’d imagined spending as much time as possible with his parents, playing the cool uncle every day with his niece and nephew, or maybe even just taking in the sights and sounds the nature of Western Australia had to offer.

What Daniel hadn’t thought of himself doing during his short time back in Perth, was that he’d be at a party full of people he went to school with growing up, let alone in his own house.

Before today, he hadn’t even been back to his ranch in Perth for nearly 8 months. John picked him up from the airport and Daniel couldn’t do more than drop his suitcases in the laundry room before he was whisked away to go buy all the alcohol and such for tonight.

The only reason he agreed to throw a party at his house was the slim chance that she would come.

Maybe she wouldn’t recognize the address? Maybe she’d have forgotten what the outside of his house looked like? Maybe she’d be too drunk already to be reminded of their years spent together by walking through the very halls she once called home?

Daniel knew the chance of that was slim.

But slim still meant there was a possibility.

When the night was still young and as it progressed, he made his way around and mingled with everyone. Chatting with people he didn’t recognize, pretending to know their names, and acting like he remembered the stories they’d tell about the times they supposedly shared together. Occasionally one would spark a memory, but nothing worth getting worked up over. In all honesty, he didn’t bother to give each conversation his full attention. Hell, he didn’t even know half of the people in his house at the moment.

Because every chance he could get, Daniel’s eyes were scanning the crowds of people for her face. He’d periodically look from the couch to the bathroom line, to the drink station in the kitchen, out the back door toward the bonfire, and then right back to where he started in the living room.

But every time: nothing. No matter how many times he searched the room, or how hard he tried to imagine her walking through his front door, he was let down every time. Yet that didn’t stop him from continuing this vicious cycle.

He couldn’t pretend like he wasn’t surprised. When they were together, she was always tentative to socialize in large groups. She was shy, and Daniel wasn’t: that’s why they worked as a couple so well, or at least why they’d thought they’d worked so well together. The longer they had been together, the more Daniel had managed to bring her out of her shell. And after 5 long years, she had finally become comfortable socializing and enjoyed going out with Daniel and his friends.

He hesitated for a moment, his hand lingering over the cap of the unopened beer he held, as the thought crossed his mind.

Maybe now that they weren’t together, she had no reason to go out and be social anymore? Maybe she only went out to make Daniel happy? Maybe she felt forced to?

The thought was debilitating; just another thing he hadn’t noticed he’d done that led to the end of their relationship. He cracked the cap of the beer and brought the cold bottle to his lips, walking over to sit on the couch.

Yet the second he felt the cold leather under him, he was brought back to the times he spent on this couch with her. The memories of laughing and quiet moments spent holding one another brought a smile to his face, before it quickly turned into a shallow bitterness of longing. Then came the memories of the yelling at one another from either end of the same couch and her sobs echoing through his head, despite the loud bass of the music drowning out the volume of the crowd. The guilt those moments resurfaced caused him to stand from the couch, leaving it and its memories behind him as he walked out into the backyard.

The orange light from the fire pit came into view but did nothing to fight off the cold air engulfing him. People were strewn all across his expansive backyard, the crowd getting thinner the further away from the heat source.

Instinctually, he scanned the crowd for her face. Daniel didn’t know who he was looking for; he’d decided she probably didn’t go to parties anymore. He passed his eyes over every single person before they landed on the discarded porch swing left to the elements in the corner of the yard.

The second his eyes landed on the heap of broken lumber, he felt more alone than ever despite being surrounded by people he’d apparently once considered friends.

He could hear everything like it was happening right in front of him. Isaac and Isabella’s laughs traveling through the yard, followed by her own. The creak of the swing as he rocked it back and forth with his foot against the ground. The faint sound of the wind rustling the small number of leaves left on the trees.

He could feel it all like he was sitting there with her right now. The stiff wooden boards of the swing that were the slightest bit uncomfortable beneath him. The heat radiating underneath the blanket wrapped around them both. The weight of her body leaning up against his. Her hair tickling his chin while her head rested upon his shoulder. The way her delicate fingers gently traced the rose tattoo on his hand.

It overwhelmed him in an instant. The ink in the skin of his hand felt like it was burning from the inside out the longer he stood looking at the piece of furniture. So without a second thought, he turned around and headed back inside, damned if people thought he was crazy for only being outside for less than a minute.

Daniel tried to find somewhere he could go to get her off his mind. Traipsing through his own home felt like a chore, passing the trash can and tossing his now empty bottle, and heading to the fridge for a new one. But when he opened the fridge to find something to take his mind off her, his eyes were met with a single bottle of her favorite sparkling water he must’ve forgotten to throw out that night 8 months ago. He grabbed two more beer bottles and slammed the fridge closed much harder than he should’ve, earning him stares from around the kitchen.

He bobbed and weaved through the crowd, ignoring advances from anyone trying to start a conversation. He normally wouldn’t be this standoffish, or even as rude as to blatantly ignore somebody trying to talk to him, but everywhere he looked she was there.

The mirror hanging in the hallway where she’d constantly forced him to take pictures with her. The broom closet she’d more often than not hide in to jump out to scare him, which always resulted in a girlish scream from Daniel. Even the lightbulbs reminded him of the time they went to three different home improvement stores to find the right ones before they finally gave up and ordered some off of the internet.

What hurt the most is that she herself wasn’t actually there in person; she had managed to fill up every vacant corner of Daniel’s home with memories, every spare edge of his mind belonged to her, and she didn’t even have the decency to physically be there.

If she was going to haunt his halls like some sort of phantom, the least she could do was actually be there to twist the knife herself, even if it was just her spirit and not Daniel’s mind digging up old memories.

He made his way through the sea of people, and finally toward the bottom of his stairs. His sanctuary from all of this madness was in sight.

That was until he felt a small hand grab onto his arm from behind. His heart skipped a beat as he turned and expected to see her.

Finally, after all this aimless searching the whole night, she’d found him.

But it wasn’t her. He knew he shouldn’t have been so naive to expect she’d actually show up; she didn’t go to parties anymore.

“Daniel, I’m glad I caught you! How are you?”

Once he made eye contact with the woman, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to brush past her like he had everyone else. In the nicest way possible, he tried to start his ascent up the stairs, hoping she’d catch the hint he didn’t want to talk to her.

“I’m alright. Thanks for coming tonight. It was good to see you.”

Full disclosure, Daniel had no idea who the girl was. Nothing about her rang any bells or sparked a memory from his past. That fact alone had him hoping she would let him walk up the stairs and away from this conversation.

Since he entered Formula 1, he’d met so many new faces that the minuscule people from his past slowly faded to black. And he was used to so many of these people resurfacing and claiming to be friends again in order to leech off of his fame, that he’d become a pro at pretending he knew who they were only to dismiss their advances with gracefulness.

So that meant he could easily end this conversation in a nice way and be on his way, but this woman obviously had no intention of being dismissed.

“I’ve been watching the races. Keeping up with everything, on and off the track. I’m sorry to hear about the McLaren contract… and about you and Arlow.”

Daniel’s forced smile dropped at the sound of her name. Their relationship was already so private that he’d thought they’d done a great job at keeping their breakup quiet, or at least out of the public. They’d halted the already minuscule social media posts they had of each other, obviously stopped showing up to the paddock together anymore, and just quietly went their separate ways despite their split being anything but quiet behind closed doors. Daniel left for a race weekend the day after their split and she was moved out of their house before the race that Sunday.

So was this woman just assuming? Is that what everyone was assuming? They were right of course, but they thought if any rumors never got confirmed, they’d just fizzle out…

“Yeah not easy, but that’s life.”

His answer was curt, but this woman was determined. Daniel tried to continue to walk up the stairs, but she followed. He didn’t care anymore, the mention of her name and the end of their relationship had sent him into a steep descent that occupied every corner in his mind.

Though he was physically climbing up the stairs, the thoughts in his head were dragging him down with every step he climbed.

He tried to walk as fast as he could away from the woman whose name he still didn’t know, cueing himself for buying a house with such a large set of stairs.

He’d always loved this staircase and the memories that flashed through his head as he ascended its steps: chasing her up the flights while laughs bounced off the walls, racing down them in sleeping-bag bobsleds with his niece and nephew, and hanging their favorite pictures on the adjoining wall.

The woman was still following him, only a few steps behind, but still, he couldn’t care less. His eyes traced the corners of the frames mounted to the wall. He expected each frame to be empty, void of the photo they’d once cherished enough to put on display. She’d already erased every piece of herself from his house when she left, so Daniel had expected her to remove the pictures and just leave the empty frames. But to his surprise, each picture of the two of them had been removed and replaced with another photo from Daniel’s collection, except he wasn’t the one who’d done it.

His heart twisted at the thought. Her painstakingly taking the time to take each frame off the wall, remove each picture of them, replace it with another, and mount the frame back where it had hung. What stung the most was that every picture was of a moment that meant a great deal to Daniel.

Baby pictures and childhood birthdays here and there. Him on the podium after his first karting championship. Him and his parents at the signing of his RedBull Junior contract. His first podium in Formula 1. His first race win. His parents with him in Monaco after his 2018 win. Along with other memories off the track, like Daniel holding Isaac as a baby for the first time and the three of them at Isabella’s 3rd birthday party. Photos of fun times with Michael, Max, Cyril, Horner, and other faces he recognized from the grid. But as he made his way to the top of the stairs, he noticed one picture in particular.

“Well, I was wondering if you’d be free to grab dinner while you were here?”

The woman was pleading with him, trying to get out her question as soon as possible before he disappeared behind a closed door or turned down her advances, oblivious to the painful trip Daniel was taking down memory lane.

Daniel didn’t respond, he’d honestly forgotten the woman was even there. Without a word, he reached up and grabbed the picture from where it hung high on the wall.

It was the two of them after his race win in Monza. When they’d hung the picture there in the first place, Daniel had joked that there was no more room on the wall to display the photo, but she had persisted and told him it was too important to sit on any old shelf and was adamant it be placed high up on the wall to show its importance. Of course, she couldn’t reach it, so Daniel had to be the one to put it.

Thinking back, Daniel realized she must’ve left that picture there because she couldn’t reach it in order to take it down, or maybe she’d just forgotten they’d put it there. But as Daniel held the framed photo in his hand and stared down at the immortalized moment of the way she’d wasted no time launching herself into his arms once he’d hopped down from the halo of his car, he realized just how much he missed her. He turned to the woman waiting for his answer just a step below him, her eyes filled with a hope he was about to extinguish.

“Look, I bet you’re a great girl but I can’t right now. I’ve just got a bit too much on my plate.”

And without letting her say a word, he finished climbing the last remaining stairs and walked through the door of their room his room, and closed it securely behind him.

Once it was locked, he leaned back against the door, refusing to flip the switch and turn on the light. Because the second the light would illuminate the room where they’d spent countless nights and mornings together, everything would come rushing back even faster than it already was.

Daniel hadn’t stepped foot in this room since they’d gotten into the fight that had ended their relationship. It’s like the screams from one another we’re still trapped inside, floating around in the air surrounding him, reminding him what had gone down here. He opened one of the beer bottles he’d brought with him, flinging the cap somewhere off into the dark room.

He sat down on the floor against the door, staring into the darkness that lay before him. He took a swig from his beer and lifted the photo onto his lap. He couldn't see the photo in the dark, but he’d looked at it so many times, and longer than he’d care to admit, that he didn’t need to see it to know what lay in that frame. Years and years of memories flooded his system; both in this house and outside of it. Against his better judgment, he replayed their whole relationship over in his head from start to finish, or at least what he could bring himself to.

What started off as a reminiscent moment between himself and his memories, became a painful reminder at how royally he had fucked up the one good, consistent thing in his life; what he had treasured most.

Hours passed but felt like minutes. All Daniel could do was think about her. Her laugh. Her cries. Her body. Her mind. Her love. Her loss. His mistakes. Her choice.

Soon enough, Daniel left the hypnosis of his thoughts long enough to hear the silence radiating within his house.

Everyone was gone.

He checked his watch.

Five in the morning.

Standing, he groaned and opened the door of his bedroom, and went into the hallway. He still held their photo in his hands— he had been gripping it the whole time. He placed it back onto its place above the other photos, making sure it was straight and level with the others.

He made his way back down the stairs, the sun now barely starting to make itself known beyond the horizon as it lit the house with the smallest amount of light.

Bottles and cups were strewn around the house on every surface. Trash cans overflowed and bags of chips were lying open across the countertops. Daniel ignored everything and stared at the couch he’d been unable to sit on earlier that night.

He could picture her small frame huddled into the corner of the couch across from where he stood; the look on her red, puffy face as she contemplated what to do and how to answer the question Daniel had posed. The way she silently stood from her seat and walked out the front door without a word: a stark contrast to the yelling that had been unleashed between the two only minutes prior.

“Are you really going to give up on us just like that?”

Looking back, he wished he never would’ve asked the question. Maybe he shouldn’t have said it so blatantly. He stared at the same corner of the couch and wished he would’ve listened to her rather than trying to make her listen to what he had to say. He would’ve done so much differently.

So now it was 5 in the morning, and Daniel was sitting on his couch, defeated. Defeated that he'd let her leave and defeated that she hadn’t shown up tonight. But hey, he had nobody else to blame; she doesn’t go to parties anymore.

At the same time, without thinking and thinking far too much about it, Daniel pulled out his phone and opened it to their thread of old messages, the last one dated nearly 8 months ago.

The block of blue that filled his whole screen made him cringe; it all seemed so futile in perspective now. His fingers hovered over the keyboard. He had so much to say to her, he didn’t know where to start. But as his eyes trailed back up to the large amounts of unanswered blue text bubbles, and the sun began to peek through his blinds, he knew what he needed to say couldn’t be sent in another blue bubble.

So he typed and he kept it short. He didn’t force her to listen; he’d done that far too much at the end of their relationship.

I’m in town until the 26th. I’d love to talk with you if you’d be interested in hearing what I have to say

He hit send and dropped his phone on the couch next to him. It was a little past 5 in the morning and if she was going to respond at all, he was sure she wasn’t going to do it for a while. He closed his eyes and rested his head back, releasing an anxious exhale as he tried to get her off his mind to not get his hopes up.

But to his surprise, his phone buzzed nearly a minute later. He was shocked. There was no way it was her… maybe it was somebody texting him that they’d forgotten something at his house, or one of the other drivers in a different time zone reaching out?

However, to his surprise, it was her name that had lit up his screen. The message was short and to the point. It included all the information Daniel needed, and it sent his heart racing.

Meet me at Cliffside Park in 30

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dr3ln4 · 2 years

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Nights in Vegas

I'm wrote something awful similar with Michael but I twisted it a bit hope you will enjoy it. Honestly this is a wild ride. 🎢 Feedback is always welcome! 🤍✨

word count: 3k

warning: none...

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Let's talk breakups for a quick moment. None of them are ever filled with happy emotions. No matter how you decide to end it there's always at least an ounce of pain there. And that seemed quite obvious, considering that you were letting go or throwing someone away from your life. Someone who used to be the center of your world. Now no longer having a chance to claim a permanent stay in your heart.

When you and Daniel broke up, it shocked everyone. The sudden switch in your dynamic was something that no one could ever predict. You two were the most loving and happy couple anyone had ever seen. Your family and friends pictured the two of you going to the end. It seemed like a no-brainer. So when everything started to crumble down, piece by piece, people were more than shocked.

In a situation like this, you would at least expect a decent breakup. You know, the one where you remain friends and even though it hurts, there are no hard feelings. It being kind of a mutual decision to part ways. Well, your break-up was nothing like that.

During your last and final fight, you couldn't believe that the person who was screaming right at you was the person who you fell in love with. The person you shared your bed with, who hugged you, kissed you in the morning, danced with you in the kitchen late at night, sang in the car while you were driving to unknown destinations. Daniel felt so distant and so far out of reach that in a way the breakup even started to feel numb. Because you weren't even sure if you were letting go of the person you loved because you simply didn't recognize him. But then again, you also didn't recognize yourself.

Looking back now, you weren't even sure where it all went wrong. Sure, you two were pursuing very different things and had different dreams, and passions, to chase. But at the start of your relationship, that was the thing that brought you two together. The thing you loved exploring together. The same thing was the hot topic of the conversations you had. Sharing your dreams, your plans, and your ambitions, even if they were different from each other, it never seemed to be an issue.

And without you even noticing, those same things started to tear you two apart. It became a reason to not see each other. You had your studies to focus on a job that was way different from Daniels'. Sure, maybe not a standard 9 to 5, but still close to that. Meaning that you weren't too present at Daniels's races and quite often he didn't understand why you couldn't just leave your job and travel with him. You both chose to have selfish reasons to pick at one another, and the downfall began.

It became extremely messy when the two of you barely spend any time together. And then, before you knew it, you both chose to keep your bed warm with different people. You were the first one to find out, and even though you knew you'd fucked up in a similar way, the lash-out that you had was outrageous.

It was one of those moments that you see in movies where a girl packs up her boyfriend's stuff, throws it down the balcony, and maybe burns it in a bin. The only thing you didn't do at the time was scratch up his car or put a hole in his tires. That seemed a bit far-fetched even for you.

And you knew that it made you a hypocrite, especially at a moment where you looked Daniel straight in the eyes and told him, "You know what? I also fucked someone else, so go live with that". And all that after a speech you gave him about true undying respect that was supposed to be full of love.

Yeah, after that, you two completely parted ways. And for a long, long while avoided each other, blocking each other on social media and putting your mutual friends in a situation where they had to pick sides. Both harsh behind each other's backs, always trying to drag one another through the dirt.

Maybe it's true that time eventually heals scars. Because the moment Daniel was out of your life was the moment you started to miss him. It felt weird, even if he had been so far away from you for such a long time. It feels like your body didn't know any better. It was like it didn't know how to function if Daniel wasn't there.

Daniel was in a pretty similar situation too. He felt betrayed, and he had a right to feel that way. Then again, he felt like he betrayed you, and there again, he was right because he did. He thought through all of your fights, all the disagreements you had, all the things he asked of you that were weird, farfetched, and unnecessary. He thought about how he could've potentially stopped this. How might this have been solved and resulted in you two being happy and still together? It was weird, partially brought on by the fact that you both had messed up similarly, so there wasn't one person to blame. But quite quickly, Daniel found himself unable to hate you, unable to be spiteful, unable to erase all the happy memories and replace them with hate.

The truth was that he still cared and he loved it when some of his friends who were still in touch with you would bring you up in a conversation. That gave him a chance to know how you were doing, and he craved that quite a lot. You two bumped into each other not long after, and instead of glares and daggers, you couldn't help but smile at one another.

It was weird, especially when you two burnt your relationship to the ground. But conversation after conversation, you two went back from strangers to people who had history and were no longer hunted by it. But Vegas was the place that completely turned everything around.

You were there with your girlfriends. Celebrating one of your friends' bachelor party. A weekend filled with endless alcohol, dancing in short dresses, and just letting your hair down without a single worry on your mind. While Daniel found himself in Vegas enjoying some time off after a busy race weekend, with a friend's harmless banter and whatnot.

You were the first to notice Daniel, you generally hoped that it was alcohol that had started to imply visions into your head that there was no way he could've potentially been there. Quickly turning away from him, you tried to focus on a conversation with one of the girls, but when you looked across the dance floor, you caught a glimpse of him once again. It wasn't that you hated the fact that he was there. It was more excitement at filled your body. Try not to attract too much attention to yourself. You pulled out your phone and opened an F1 race calendar. And there it was a race in Vegas with Daniel scoring some decent points as well. Smiling to yourself, you couldn't help but feel this proud feeling arising within you.

Daniel, on the other hand, had only noticed you when you were already making your way towards the table that he was sitting at. He let his eyes wander all over your body. Taking in the tight black dress, your hair all curly - just how he liked it. You both had smug smiles on your faces, and without a second thought, Daniel slightly parted his legs so you could make yourself comfortable on one of them.

You did just that, wrapping your arms around him as you two hugged.

Believe me, most would agree that this was not how two people who went through a nasty breakup were supposed to behave. But you two weren't the ones to listen to most people anyway.

"You just can't live without me. Had to come to Vegas. I'm honored." Daniel gently pushed away some of the whispy curls from your face as you rolled your eyes at him.

"More like you followed me here, sweetie. I know you still follow me on Instagram! ", you pressed your finger to Daniel's toned chest before turning to look across the table, some unfamiliar faces catching your attention. You felt Daniel's arm moving down your exposed back, giving your bum a light squeeze as you made yourself even more comfortable in your ex's lap.

"Would you like to introduce me?" you asked, smiling broadly at the other boys. Of course, he didn't want to. In his head, you were still his. Daniel knew that his friends who had known you before would never consider dating you. It was some of the younger lads who might've taken an interest in you that worried him. Daniel couldn't control the guys you saw daily, but here to every single man who sat with him at this table, you were out of the league.

"Y/N, my ex, boys," "Oh you little shit, now none of them will want to go out with me," you pouted before reaching out to take Daniel's drink in your hands. You were fully aware that Michael and Blake were not too happy about you two falling into this random hook-up lane. You were quite sure that Daniele had told them everything. The truth was that for the past couple of months, almost every time you two ended up at the same location, you would end up at one another's bed. Yet there was no label put on it. You still considered each other exes and never really discussed an opportunity to return to being in a relationship.

Finishing Daniel's drink you pressed yourself against his toned chest. You two didn't even try to follow the conversation that was happening. Too busy grinding at one another. Until the tension got way too much.

"Join me on the dance floor if you dare", leaning in you whispered in Daniel's ear. After that, you weren't even sure if you were dragging him or he was dragging you. Sweaty bodies were all around you as you completely got lost in the beat of the music.

Nothing about the way you two were touching each other seemed holy. Both training to get in contact with every bit of skin that either of you showed. And it may be the fact that you two had shared more than one memory while being together in Vegas that kind of let you believe that you were here on one of your usual trips back in the days when everything was okay.

You slowly unbutton Daniel's shirt before sliding your hands across his glistening abs. Danny wasn't holding back either, nibbling at your neck every opportunity that he got. The room felt stuffy before; now you two were panting from both the overwhelming crowd of drunk people and the pant-up attraction. The closeness felt almost like a drug.

"Come out with me to get some fresh air." At that moment, all the sexual tension seemed to vanish. All you saw in front of you was a handsome guy trying to safely get out of a big crowd. And you felt safe with Daniel. You've never felt safer with anyone else.

"Lily's getting married," you hummed, taking a sip of your drink, "Oh, I know they invited me, Martin said they wanted us to be each other's plus ones, but ya know," you only hummed, "Never imagined they'd be the first to get married."

Then silence fell upon the two of you, but it didn't bother you. You were used to it by now.

"You know last time we went there you said you'll propose to me and look at us now", you let out a sad chuckle, "To my defense, I promised you the most beautiful sunset proposal, and I haven't seen one beautiful sunset till now", you shook your head not daring to meet Daniels's eyes. This topic still seemed to sting.

You two had planned out your whole life together one night while you were lying underneath a starry sky. Daniel was waffling all sorts of nonsense, but behind all the sarcastic remarks and silly jokes laid the truth of his real intentions. He was madly in love with you and he tried to make your stay in his life permanent. "What a shame," you thought to yourself. Because you would have said yes to him even if the sky was miserably grey.

"How about we go there and get absolutely shit face drunk?", you couldn't help but let out a laugh. You remembered how last time Daniel said that to you, you both broke the table you decided to use as your stage for a performance that resulted in you spraying your ankle. You were so drunk that you laughed all the way to the hospital while Daniel sat beside you, white as a ghost.

"Yeah, sure, but you're paying if I need an ambulance." He let out a laugh himself, and you knew that he knew what you were referring to. Daniel gave you his hand to shake as you sealed the deal before you two dragged each other inside the club once more.

The rest of the night was an absolute blur. You practically danced with all of Daniel's friends, but no one swept you off your feet like Daniel. It felt like you two were back at the start, both carelessly driven by the sudden crush.

When you stumbled out of the bar, the sun was starting to rise. You had Daniels's jacket on, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as you all sang the likes of Little Lion Man from the top of your lungs. Daniel took a hold of your hand and spun you around a couple of times, making you let out a tired chuckle.

Even if in the back of your head you knew that tomorrow's or well today's hangover was going to kill you. Yet, being here with everyone made you so happy. You pressed yourself closer to Daniel, and he instantly, almost subconsciously, kissed the top of your head.

The street felt as busy as always. Vegas quite literally never seemed to sleep. The lights were shining brightly, and you only now realized just how dizzy you were from all the sensations. You didn't even notice the man in a tux who approached you.

"Last call for the night; anyone wants to get married?", the whole group stopped, and when your eyes met Daniel's, you knew what was going to happen next.

"We can't, we don't have rings," you babbled. You weren't even sure why you thought that was a strong enough argument that was supposed to change Daniel's mind.

"There's a vending machine down the street where you can get some for a dollar," and that was all it took. Daniel took a hold of your hand before he took off running. You ran with him as the shouting behind you from your friends got louder.

For a moment, your mind wasn't able to catch up with your actions, you thought that you were dreaming. You two were laughing like school kids, and people who you passed by funnily looked at you, but you both couldn't have cared less.

"I just hope I have a couple of coins." You two were breathing rapidly, both trying to catch your breath. You sat down on the side of the road to take off your heels, only to realize that you had just sprinted down the street in them.

"You're out of your mind, Dan," but he only turned to you, grabbing your face before kissing you passionately, "I'm out of my mind because of you."

You watch him looking for coins in his pocket before he puts one in the machine, twisting the handle so the random box would fall out. Without looking at it, he placed it in the back of his pocket before going in for a second one.

You wanted to joke and ask him who else was going to get married, but before your fuzzy brain could come up with that, Daniel was already on one knee with one of the rings in his hand.

"What are you doing, silly, get up?", but he didn't budge, "I'm doing this the proper way. So, you stubborn woman, will you marry me even if all we have is a sunrise and a plastic ring?"

You would have liked to think that it was purely alcohol, but you felt your eyes glossing over with tears. Caressing Daniel's jaw you nodded your head in way too much excitement.

"Even if all we had were paper rings, I would always say yes to you." Daniel quickly slipped a ring on your finger, the smile so big on his face that you were sure that his cheeks were going to hurt. You two shared a sweet kiss, nothing like you two have shared for the past months. This one had way more purpose and way more weight to it.

"I wish I could kiss you forever, but we can't be late for our wedding." With that, you two took off running again, not sure of what was going to happen when the reality of what you were doing was going to set in. But maybe everything that happens in Vegas stays in Vegas for a reason.

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