Valentine's Day (Youleta)
Title: Valentine's Day
Author: beth_archangel
Pairing: You/Archuleta
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 7577
Summary: David surprises a bunch of fans on Valentine's Day
You normally hated this day, because you were always single when it came around. But, you knew you would love it this year. Even though you were still single, someone had stolen your heart, and he still had it, a little over two years after he stole it when he appeared on a pretty famous television show, American Idol. He was a shy, spiky haired, little baby faced kid, with bright hazel eyes, and a huge goofy smile. He was only sixteen years old, with only one working vocal cord, but you would never know that once he started singing. His voice was so incredible that it could make anyone’s jaw hit the floor once they heard it.
You knew it was love at first sight.
Week after week, you watched him on Idol, cheering when he made it through and became one of the final two contestants, and becoming the runner up. The day that his debut single aired, you freaked out with him, so proud of him for accomplishing his dream. You bought the song on iTunes, and the video once it was released, playing them over and over again until it became what others would call “overplayed”. Of course, you went out at midnight to buy his debut album, and played it on the way home, doing the same with his Christmas album. And when you went to a concert of his, he never failed to blow your mind by singing his lungs out, pouring his entire heart into his words, face full of emotion, ears going red with the power of his voice.
And today, Valentine’s day, he had informed his fans that he would be giving them a Valentine’s surprise at a local place near them. Your town got lucky, because your event was on Valentine’s day, making his surprise, whatever it was, that much more special.
It’s still two hours before the event, but you can’t wait anymore, and get dressed. Deciding on a dark pair of jeans, and a shirt with headphones in the shape of a heart, trusty sneakers on your feet, you bug your parents to drop you off at the venue, which they do. Flying out of the car, you tell them that you’ll call when it’s over, and head inside. You show your wristband to the man guarding the door, and he allows you access, moving aside to let you walk past him into the room.
The room was, well, small, and empty. All four walls were covered with assorted sizes of red, pink and white hearts. There were no chairs, so that meant that everyone would be sitting on the carpeted floor. And on the wall farthest from the door, there was a large picture of David with his eyes closed, softly smiling as he smelled a soft pink rose.
Soon, the room is as full as it’s going to be, with 7 other girls that braved the weather to see David. You mingle with everyone, staying near one of your friends to wait. Five minutes pass, and nothing happens. Ten, with the same result. You’re starting to get impatient, and tap your foot on the floor, crossing your arms. Fifteen minutes in, the room goes dark, and bright red strobe lights flash an array of hearts on the backdrop. You look at your friends, each of you completely confused. Murmurs fill the room about lovestruck ghosts, until “You Can” starts to softly play, causing everyone to go silent as David walks out from a side door, waving.
Everyone screams, completely not expecting David to show up in such horrible weather. His mouth opens as he laughs, eyes crinkling as he waves again. Of course, he looks ridiculously cute, dark hair spiked up perfectly, and he’s sporting a dark red shirt with short sleeves that reveal his muscles, and a skinny black tie going down his chest. Tight black pants are clinging to his legs and butt, making the room feel very, very hot all of a sudden, as you notice the red Converse on his feet.
“Happy Valentine’s Day!” He says, and as one, you and everyone else reply with a long “Awww!”
He giggles, and gestures for someone to come to him. After a few seconds, a man walks out, holding a mass of red roses in his arms. David gently pulls a bouquet from the mass, and moves to the closest fan, placing his lips on her cheek, and handing her the flowers. She goes wild, freaking out all over the place, reminding you of the Sanjaya girl. You notice David shifting away, obviously feeling very awkward, as he moves to the next fan. Thankfully, she doesn’t throw a fit, and just asks for a hug instead, thanking him for the roses.
Suddenly, you’re hit with the urge to use the restroom. You curse your body, pissed that it wants to do that right now, when David has so little time to be here. But you’re sure you can make it back before he finishes, so you run, going to the restroom. A couple minutes later, you finish, flush, washing and drying your hands. You leave the bathroom, and run into the room. But it’s empty, and David’s nowhere in sight. Your eyes burn, the telltale sign that you’re about to cry, and you sink down against the wall, trembling because you had missed seeing David.
You’re wiping your eyes five minutes later, catching your breath. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you start to dial your mom’s number, until a musical voice startles you so much that you drop your phone.
“I was hoping you hadn’t left yet, I saved your roses for you.”
Looking up, you see David, holding your roses in his hands, as he walks towards you, and sits down beside you.
“These are for you.” He smiles. But it fades when he notices your puffy red eyes. “You okay?”
“Mhm.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. I just thought I had missed your surprise.”
“Well, the surprise is in your hands.”
“Thank you, again.” You say softly, and he smiles at you.
“No problem. Mind if I keep you company?”
“Go ahead.”
You tear your eyes from his, and reach to grab your phone. You put it in your pocket, and look back at David, noticing that he’s still looking at you.
“What’s wrong?” You ask him, and he shakes his head.
“Nothing. You just have something on your eyelid.”
You reach up, rubbing your eyes a few times, before looking back at him.
“Did I get it?” And he smiles.
“No. Let me get it, just close your eyes.”
Nervously, you close your eyes, and wait. Expecting his fingers brushing over your eyelids, you certainly are shocked when you feel his lips pressing against yours.
Placing his hand on the nape of your neck, he deepens the kiss, making your heart do that fluttering thing again. His scent drifts past your nose, and you take it in, the smell of fresh pine and laundry. His tongue snakes into your mouth, brushes over yours to distract you as his hand reaches in your pocket. After a few beeps of the keypad, you hear the sound of your phone taking a picture. Then, he’s pulling away, but he’s still smiling that smile that makes you fall in love with him all over again.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He smiles, as he gives you your phone, and you look down at the picture.
He had taken a picture of your kiss, and you smile at it. At your bodies turned towards each other, his hand gently cupping the back of your neck, with yours resting on his chest, and his lips pressed perfectly against yours. Your phonebook has a +1 above it, and you press the key, where it shows you that David had added himself to your contacts.
You look up, to ask him why, but he’s gone, and he left your bouquet in his place. Gently, you pick it up, and smell the roses briefly, feeling something cold on your nose. Frowning, you look in the middle of the bouquet. You find a small, plastic rose, with a piece of paper tied to the stem with a red ribbon. You reach in, and gently tug it out, unfolding it and reading the handwritten note.
I will love you until the last rose dies.
Happy Valentine’s Day <3
-David
Author: beth_archangel
Pairing: You/Archuleta
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 7577
Summary: David surprises a bunch of fans on Valentine's Day
You normally hated this day, because you were always single when it came around. But, you knew you would love it this year. Even though you were still single, someone had stolen your heart, and he still had it, a little over two years after he stole it when he appeared on a pretty famous television show, American Idol. He was a shy, spiky haired, little baby faced kid, with bright hazel eyes, and a huge goofy smile. He was only sixteen years old, with only one working vocal cord, but you would never know that once he started singing. His voice was so incredible that it could make anyone’s jaw hit the floor once they heard it.
You knew it was love at first sight.
Week after week, you watched him on Idol, cheering when he made it through and became one of the final two contestants, and becoming the runner up. The day that his debut single aired, you freaked out with him, so proud of him for accomplishing his dream. You bought the song on iTunes, and the video once it was released, playing them over and over again until it became what others would call “overplayed”. Of course, you went out at midnight to buy his debut album, and played it on the way home, doing the same with his Christmas album. And when you went to a concert of his, he never failed to blow your mind by singing his lungs out, pouring his entire heart into his words, face full of emotion, ears going red with the power of his voice.
And today, Valentine’s day, he had informed his fans that he would be giving them a Valentine’s surprise at a local place near them. Your town got lucky, because your event was on Valentine’s day, making his surprise, whatever it was, that much more special.
It’s still two hours before the event, but you can’t wait anymore, and get dressed. Deciding on a dark pair of jeans, and a shirt with headphones in the shape of a heart, trusty sneakers on your feet, you bug your parents to drop you off at the venue, which they do. Flying out of the car, you tell them that you’ll call when it’s over, and head inside. You show your wristband to the man guarding the door, and he allows you access, moving aside to let you walk past him into the room.
The room was, well, small, and empty. All four walls were covered with assorted sizes of red, pink and white hearts. There were no chairs, so that meant that everyone would be sitting on the carpeted floor. And on the wall farthest from the door, there was a large picture of David with his eyes closed, softly smiling as he smelled a soft pink rose.
Soon, the room is as full as it’s going to be, with 7 other girls that braved the weather to see David. You mingle with everyone, staying near one of your friends to wait. Five minutes pass, and nothing happens. Ten, with the same result. You’re starting to get impatient, and tap your foot on the floor, crossing your arms. Fifteen minutes in, the room goes dark, and bright red strobe lights flash an array of hearts on the backdrop. You look at your friends, each of you completely confused. Murmurs fill the room about lovestruck ghosts, until “You Can” starts to softly play, causing everyone to go silent as David walks out from a side door, waving.
Everyone screams, completely not expecting David to show up in such horrible weather. His mouth opens as he laughs, eyes crinkling as he waves again. Of course, he looks ridiculously cute, dark hair spiked up perfectly, and he’s sporting a dark red shirt with short sleeves that reveal his muscles, and a skinny black tie going down his chest. Tight black pants are clinging to his legs and butt, making the room feel very, very hot all of a sudden, as you notice the red Converse on his feet.
“Happy Valentine’s Day!” He says, and as one, you and everyone else reply with a long “Awww!”
He giggles, and gestures for someone to come to him. After a few seconds, a man walks out, holding a mass of red roses in his arms. David gently pulls a bouquet from the mass, and moves to the closest fan, placing his lips on her cheek, and handing her the flowers. She goes wild, freaking out all over the place, reminding you of the Sanjaya girl. You notice David shifting away, obviously feeling very awkward, as he moves to the next fan. Thankfully, she doesn’t throw a fit, and just asks for a hug instead, thanking him for the roses.
Suddenly, you’re hit with the urge to use the restroom. You curse your body, pissed that it wants to do that right now, when David has so little time to be here. But you’re sure you can make it back before he finishes, so you run, going to the restroom. A couple minutes later, you finish, flush, washing and drying your hands. You leave the bathroom, and run into the room. But it’s empty, and David’s nowhere in sight. Your eyes burn, the telltale sign that you’re about to cry, and you sink down against the wall, trembling because you had missed seeing David.
You’re wiping your eyes five minutes later, catching your breath. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you start to dial your mom’s number, until a musical voice startles you so much that you drop your phone.
“I was hoping you hadn’t left yet, I saved your roses for you.”
Looking up, you see David, holding your roses in his hands, as he walks towards you, and sits down beside you.
“These are for you.” He smiles. But it fades when he notices your puffy red eyes. “You okay?”
“Mhm.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. I just thought I had missed your surprise.”
“Well, the surprise is in your hands.”
“Thank you, again.” You say softly, and he smiles at you.
“No problem. Mind if I keep you company?”
“Go ahead.”
You tear your eyes from his, and reach to grab your phone. You put it in your pocket, and look back at David, noticing that he’s still looking at you.
“What’s wrong?” You ask him, and he shakes his head.
“Nothing. You just have something on your eyelid.”
You reach up, rubbing your eyes a few times, before looking back at him.
“Did I get it?” And he smiles.
“No. Let me get it, just close your eyes.”
Nervously, you close your eyes, and wait. Expecting his fingers brushing over your eyelids, you certainly are shocked when you feel his lips pressing against yours.
Placing his hand on the nape of your neck, he deepens the kiss, making your heart do that fluttering thing again. His scent drifts past your nose, and you take it in, the smell of fresh pine and laundry. His tongue snakes into your mouth, brushes over yours to distract you as his hand reaches in your pocket. After a few beeps of the keypad, you hear the sound of your phone taking a picture. Then, he’s pulling away, but he’s still smiling that smile that makes you fall in love with him all over again.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He smiles, as he gives you your phone, and you look down at the picture.
He had taken a picture of your kiss, and you smile at it. At your bodies turned towards each other, his hand gently cupping the back of your neck, with yours resting on his chest, and his lips pressed perfectly against yours. Your phonebook has a +1 above it, and you press the key, where it shows you that David had added himself to your contacts.
You look up, to ask him why, but he’s gone, and he left your bouquet in his place. Gently, you pick it up, and smell the roses briefly, feeling something cold on your nose. Frowning, you look in the middle of the bouquet. You find a small, plastic rose, with a piece of paper tied to the stem with a red ribbon. You reach in, and gently tug it out, unfolding it and reading the handwritten note.
I will love you until the last rose dies.
Happy Valentine’s Day <3
-David