(Daniel's Pov)

I staggered into my house; eyes blurry and head spinning. I grabbed the wall to keep myself up and kicked the door shut with my leg. I took each movement one step at a time, but somehow I still ended up on the floor.

I groaned in pain and clutched my throbbing head. "Fuck..."

A light flickered on upstairs and footsteps errupted down the hallway. Usually I would've been like 'shit, shit, shit.' But as I was completely and utterly, 100 % drunk, I was more interested in why I could smell grapes when grapes didn't even have a proper smell.

"Daniel?"

Mom's voice made me groan again. She was going to get Dad to kick my ass for this in the morning. But you know, that wasn't my in my top priorities at that moment. I was still smelling the invisible grapes.

"Daniel, are you drunk?!"

"Can you...smell...grapes?"

Mom hurried down the last step, knealt down to my body and then looked at me sternly. "Daniel Storm, you are so drunk! Why are you drunk?!"

"Do grapes even have a smell...?" I wondered.

Mom sighed and the face palmed herself before reaching her arms under my back and attempting to pull me up. I didn't want to get up though, I wanted to lie down on the uncomfy, hard wooden floor as normal people do.

"Come on Daniel, you need to get to bed. Sleep this off,"

"But I like the floor,"

"Daniel that's not funny,"

"No but grapes are,"

"Hunter! Can you come and take your son to bed?!"

Hunter was my Dad. He was the best guy in the world. He was my favorite person. My idol, my hero, my everything. I rolled over on the floor, ending up half on Mom's legs as she placed her hand on my hair. I didn't get drunk a lot, but when I did, I usually ended up like this on the floor.

There was more footsteps from the stairs, and then in a matter of seconds, I could see my Dad knealing in front of me. I looked a ton like Dad even though we weren't really related. I'd had natural blonde hair, but dyed it black so I could look like him. I wore his old lip ring and his old skinny jeans and tees. He got me into photography and old bands like Bring Me The Horizon and Black Veil Brides and Green Day. Those bands were still going but they weren't as popular as they were in 2012.

"Hey kiddo," his voice made me smile a little.

It made me forget about the grapes

"What are you doing on the floor?"

"I'm fell on the floor,"

Dad chuckled. "Can you get up?"

I blinked at him in confusion. "I am up,"

This made Mom laugh for some reason, she somehow couldn't stop. Me and Dad both looked at her like she was crazy but she continued laughing.

"Remember when you said that when you were his age?" Mom asked Dad.

Dad shook his head. "Was this when I thought my name was Ok?"

"Yeah!"

"Don't remember,"

Mom chuckled once more. "Oh well. I shouldn't be laughing at this. Why the hell are you getting drunk Daniel? You have no idea how much trouble you're going to be in tomorrow,"

Dad gave her his famous 'what the fuck' look.

Mom rolled her eyes. "What?"

"How many times did we get drunk when we were 15?"

"I didn't get drunk until I was 16. You were the one breaking all the rules,"

Dad shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not gonna punish him for being a kid, baby. I'm just gonna take him to his room, alright? You go back to bed,"

"Alright," she sighed. "Night Daniel. I'm still gonna kill you tomorrow,"

"Bye Mom," I mumbled.

I didn't get on too well with my Mom. I mean, I loved her and I knew she loved me. But I also knew that Mom wanted a biological child to call her own. I knew that she was pissed off because Dad was infertile. But she held it in. She was amazing to me, but she was too overprotective for my liking.

"Holy shit, I'm dead!"

Dad chuckled as he picked me up in his arms. As he held me close to his chest, he asked. "Why do you think you're dead?"

"Because I'm flying,"

Now most Dad's would have told their drunken teenage sons that they were not flying. That they were actually being carried up to their rooms. But no, my Dad wasn't the type to buzzkill on my strange theory.

"Yes you are Daniel,"

Dad carried me into my room, and gently placed me down on my bed. He knealt down beside me and hesitated. I knew why.

"Do you wanna sleep in your clothes?" He asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I shook my head. It was too warm in my room, I wanted to cool down. But I respected the fact that Dad had asked me first. I wasn't sure why he was so understanding about my issues, but I liked how he was always so considerate about my fears and insecurities.

"So who did you go out with tonight?" He asked casually as he reached over to my shirt. I also liked how he kept me distracted as he pulled the material over my head. Dad was good at distracting me; really good.

"Jake," I replied as Dad unbuttoned the top of my skinny jeans.

Jake was my Dad's best friends adoptive son, if that made sense. I loved Jake's parents; he had gay Dads. There was Alex and James and they'd been close to my parents for ages. James always told me stories about him having a threesome with my parents, and Alex told my stories on how my Dad was the funniest drunk in the world.

"Sounds like fun," Dad smiled as he tossed my skinny jeans aside; leaving me in my boxers. He reached over to the blankets and pulled them up to my waist. Turning over onto my side so I could see him better, I tried to keep my eyes open.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm not flying anymore..."

Dad smiled at me, ruffling my hair. "Course you are. You're always flying,"

"Can you stay with me...?" I murmured. "Please?"

"Yeah I'll stay with you,"

I sometimes felt like a little kid around my Dad. I always wanted to be close to him. I used to be like a clingy girlfriend, but I grew out of that when I was around 13. Now I just liked it when I knew he was near me. Dad made me feel safe. He made me feel secure.

"Does Mom hate me?"

Dad scrunched his face up in concern. "Why would you ask that? Why would you think she hates you?"

"Cause I'm not her kid,"

"Yes you are,"

"Biologically,"

Dad sighed, leaned in closer and then gently kissed my forehead. "We'll talk about it tomorrow, ok? But listen, me and your Mom both love you so much. Never forget that, alright?"

I forced a nod. "Alright,"

"Wanna go to sleep?"

"Aha,"

"I'll order a crap load of take out tomorrow to cure the hangover,"

"Hangover food," I smiled.

Our hangover food was more or less a bunch of take out and coffee. Dad had this strange addiction to coffee and pizza. A habit he had passed down to me.

"I love you Daniel,"

"I love you too Dad,"

And in the embrace of my Dad's strong arms, I managed to fall into an empty and motionless sleep.

(AN) hello c:

I hope you like this book (: It's going to be the last in the Kat&Hunter series^.^ Kat&Hunter are both 28 now and Daniel is 15. Daniel doesn't know about Hunter's childhood yet and if you haven't read Love Like The Storm, or Love Like A Delinquent, this story may be confusing for you :LL

but either way, if you've red the other books or not, i hope you enjoy this (:

The picture in the side is of Daniel :)

SEXY, RIGHT?!

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