Request: There should be a second part to this, just my opinion *walks out and closes door* Word count: 1 952
A/N: Cheers to that friend (you know who you are), who sent me the acoustic version of Choke, which I haven't gotten out of my head since. Thanks very much -.-
Also: I know Ryan dyed his hair brown again, but in my heart it's still blue, and: IS ANYONE GOING TO THE IDKHOW SHOW IN BERLIN? If yes, let me know, maybe said friend, you and I can meet up ^^
Almost two weeks had passed since Dallon and you first talked to each other. After your exam on Saturday, he had taken you to a beautiful small café, where you spent the rest of the day talking about whatever came to mind.
You had to admit that the handsome young man had impressed you from the first moment on. You liked his sometimes shy, but sarcastic comments, his excitement when he got to talk about something he liked, the honest interest he paid to every word you spoke. Talking to him was so different than talking to anyone else. It felt as if he could truly see you. He did not mock some of your stranger decisions you had told him about, did not question your sometimes silly seeming opinions. He accepted you, he listened, and if you approached him with a problem, he tried to help. And you felt like you were able to say the same thing about him too.
Since that first proper meeting in the café, you had met only two more times. Today was the fourth time.
It was a clear afternoon and the sun beams felt really warm for the first time this year, so you were only wearing a cardigan over your shirt, instead of the heavy winter jacket. The first flowers had started blooming, and you marveled at their colors while you strode down the pavement towards the café where Dallon and you always met up.
He was already waiting for you at the entrance, leaning against a tall flowerpot. He wore a light colored shirt under a dark pullover, a leather jacket pulled over his shoulders, making him look like some kind of model, posing for a photoshoot. You still did not really understand how someone as obviously attractive as Dallon had taken an interest in you, especially since you considered yourself more on the gray mouse side of the spectrum.
"You made it," he said, pushing himself away from the pot, standing up straight, a soft smile spreading over his face as he saw you.
"I'm sorry, am I late," you asked worriedly, hugging Dallon since he had opened his arms for an embrace.
"Not at all," he assured you, "I just... I still sometimes can't believe you're really meeting with me."
You looked up at the tall man, trying to see if he was joking, but he seemed serious, so you just shook your head in slight amusement.
"I could say the same thing about you," you reminded, and held open the door to the little café, allowing Dallon to enter.
Your usual spot in the corner of the room was already taken, so you chose to sit by the window, which allowed you a nice view into the small park at the other side of the busy street.
"You know, I was thinking," Dallon started talking, after both of you had ordered coffee and some cake, "My mate Ryan and I are playing a show in a bar later on, if you'd be interested, I'd love for you to come along."
Surprised you raised your eyebrows. You knew Dallon played in a band, but so far it had seemed very private to him, so you had refrained from asking to hear a few songs, no matter how much you wanted to get to know more about his music, and thereby him.
~*~
A few hours later, you were sitting in a small bar. Of course you had said yes to his offer, much to his excitement, and after you had left the café together, grabbed some tacos for dinner, and had hung out at the small park next to the café, you had walked to the building in which the bar was set. It was a lengthy room, at the far end there was a small stage, barely big enough for a drum set and a piano. But Dallon and Ryan were playing acoustic, Ryan sitting on a Cajon, and Dallon holding a ukulele, so the stage provided enough space for them not to fall off. The counter was situated at the right side of the room, the shelves behind it filled with countless bottles of all sorts of alcoholic beverages, and were lit up in different colors. The bartender was dressed in a black dress shirt and almost seemed a too elegant to serve at a music bar like this one.
You had taken seat at one of the small tables that were spread all around the room. From here you had a good view to the stage, allowing you to watch as Dallon fiddled around with the microphone stand, trying to get it to the correct height for him. Quickly you took a look at the other guests. There did not really seem to be any kind of majority in age groups. The youngest guests were around twenty, you guessed. Some of them were sitting by the bar, another group sat close to the wall by the door. But there were people in their mid-twenties and thirties as well as older people up until seventy.
Taking a deep breath you settled against the back of your chair, directing your attention towards Dallon again. He had finally finished working on the mic stand, and picked up his ukulele. When he noticed you looking at him, he shot you a dazzling smile, and winked at you before he strummed the first chords of their first song of the evening.
With wonderment you took in the bizarre combination of lyrics and melody, both quickly capturing your heart, and you knew as soon as their song "Choke" was over, that you would have it stuck in your head for the next few months. In between songs Dallon always took a short break, making a quick comment about the next song, or talking about the song's background.
Attentively you listened to every single of his words, and found yourself blushing every time he looked over at you, as if to make sure you were approving of his behavior. In between songs, he sometimes changed from the ukulele to the guitar, and back, always giving the strings a short strum and a quick tune before he continued talking or playing the next song.
Dallon's bandmate Ryan did not talk as much, and seemed rather glad about it. He just sat at his Cajon, occasionally brushing his blue hair out of his eyes and sometimes his eyes wandered over the crowd, trying to recognize any of the people around.
When their set was over, the audience applauded loudly, and some technician from the bar helped the two taking down their equipment before the next group of the night got ready to play. Slowly you got up and strode over to where Dallon was still packing away his instruments. Ryan spotted you first, recognizing you immediately from earlier when Dallon had introduced the two of you.
"(y/n)," Ryan smiled warmly, immediately hugging you enthusiastically. "you're still here!"
Laughing you pulled away and furrowed your brows at the brown eyed man. "Why wouldn't I be?"
The exchange had drawn Dallon's attention to Ryan and you, and he turned around.
"With Dallon's howling you can never know," Ryan laughed jokingly, earning a soft punch to his arm from an obviously embarrassed Dallon.
"We must've been listening to different Dallons because I didn't hear any howling," you answered smugly, smiling softly at Dallon, and then raising your eyebrows challengingly at Ryan.
Ryan nodded in contemplation, then smiled and patted Dallon's shoulder. "This one likes you," he grinned before he grabbed his Cajon, and turned to leave "See you around (y/n)!"
Both Dallon and you waved after Ryan.
"So, what did you think?"
Dallon had his eyes averted, hands stuffed into his pockets.
"I really loved it," you immediately answered, knowing that the heart eyes you were giving him were hard to miss, but you seriously could not care less right now. "I'll doubtlessly have "Choke" stuck in my head for the next few years unless you write another song like this, which I can have stuck in my head instead."
Shyly Dallon looked up at you.
"Thanks," he smiled gently, making your heart melt.
"No, I have to thank you, I really enjoyed it."
In just that moment the next band, one with a small drum set, two guitarists and a bassist started playing, the first strum of their music blasting through the room.
Both Dallon and you flinched at the unexpectedly loud sound, and he gestured to the door, picking up his instruments.
Together you left the bar, now standing in the cool air of the evening, while the loud music from inside the bar was still audible.
"So..." you looked up at the tall man, taking in his features. His brown hair hung into his forehead, and his blue eyes nervously blinked down at you. "would you like to meet again?"
You had to suppress a chuckle as not to seem as if you were making fun of Dallon. By now you had assumed that it was pretty obvious that you liked him, and you had a feeling that he liked you back. That he still was so uncertain about whether you might want to see him again, made your heart ache.
Following your instinct, you stepped closer to him, and cupped his cheek with your hand.
"I thought it was obvious that I do," you told him, making both of you blush slightly.
Dallon shot you a lopsided grin, before you got lost in each other's eyes.
It was probably like an image from a romantic movie; the two of you standing chest to chest, Dallon carrying the two instruments on his back, your hand still gently cupping his face, while you just looked at each other.
Someone left the bar just a few feet next to where you were standing, but neither of you noticed. You would have expected your thoughts to go haywire in your head, but they did not. In fact it seemed much more like they had stopped all together, as if you had found your own little piece of paradise in the blue of Dallon's eyes.
In the end you could not have said who leant in first. If you would have to guess, you would have said that it was you, because you ended up standing on your tiptoes, lips gently but firmly pressing against Dallon's. There was no particular heart racing or breath hitching, in contrary. Never before had you felt so peaceful and safe, so when Dallon's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him, you simply melted into his touch, relishing every second of his warm breath against your skin, of his soft lips against yours, of his hands gripping tightly onto your cardigan.
You could not have said how exactly the kiss started, and neither could you have said when it ended. After a few minutes you were just standing there, forehead against forehead, eyes closed, soaking in each other's presence.
"Do you want me to bring you home," Dallon offered after a while, slowly pulling away enough to look at your face.
You immediately missed his closeness, and you found yourself wishing you could just pull him right back in.
"You don't have to," you answered, but Dallon shook his head.
"I want to."
"Then I won't stop you."
Your answer made Dallon smile happily, and for a moment you almost expected him to do a little jump.
Taking your hand into his, he started leading you down the lantern lit street, and while you walked next to each other in silence, you already started thinking about how to invite him into your home.