Alchemy- A Bastille/Dan Smith FanFic

17: Pompeii

Chapter 17

I don’t remember much about the taxi ride home, but I do remember resting against Dan’s side, his arms over me protectively as we sat in the dark taxi.

I was falling into a sleepy trance by the time we reached his apartment, and barely even registered that we had arrived. As Dan paid the taxi, I stood shivering on the path, my eyes slowly closing.

Dan chuckled as he walked  over to me and crouched down beside me. “Carmen.” He patted me on the leg. I opened my eyes and looked down at him.  “Hop on.”

I let out a small, very tired sounding giggle and climbed onto his back. He locked his hands together under my bum and heaved himself up.

He was clearly a lot stronger then he looked. Walking up the stairs to his apartment was no picnic and carrying an extra person couldn’t have been easy.

Inside his warm apartment, he dropped me down onto his couch and flopped down beside me.

“You look absolutely wrecked, Carmen.”

“Hey, I’d like to see you get a concussion and look great.” I said sarcastically.  Dan chuckled and leaned back into the couch.

“God, this just reminds me of Linda.”

I shook my head and laughed. “Oh god, that was one strange night.” I couldn’t help but think that if it hadn’t of happened, then I wouldn’t have been sitting there beside Dan.

I couldn’t help but let out a yawn. Dan looked over at me and shot me a knowing smile. “Come on, you need to sleep.”

I nodded my head, I wasn’t going to argue. “Okay. Where is that duvet I was using.” I looked around for the pillows and blankets I had been using when I was staying on the couch.

Dan stood up from the couch and offered me his hand. “Eh, sorry Carmen but you’re staying in my room. You have a freaking concussion, you’re not sleeping on the couch. And don’t even fucking argue with me, just come on.”

I took his hand and he led me to his room.

As always, it was extremely cluttered. Dan tried to subtly pick things off the floor and stuff them into an open door. He looked at the unmade bed and then back at me.

“One second. Wait here.”

He ran out of the room and within a few seconds he came back in laden with sheets and pillowcases.

He wouldn’t let me help and ordered me to sit on his desk chair. I spun around in the chair and faced the keyboard which was sat on the desk. As before, scattered sheets lay around it. I noticed each sheet contain scrawled handwriting all over them. I picked one up.

Overjoyed was scribbled at the top. As I read down through the sheet I realised it was one of the songs the boy had performed at their gig. Reading through the lyrics, I realised how profound the words really were. It definitely wasn’t some mindless pop son. These words were poetic, meaningful.

I looked through some more of the sheets, most of which just had random sentences scribbled on them. I found one which looked to be a full song. I didn’t recognize the words. It  was untitled.

I was left to my own devices

many days,

fell away

with nothing to show

And the walls kept tumbling down

in the city that we loved