run away. // dan smith

chapter one.

so the way this is gonna work is one chapter will b zoës pov and then the next chapter will b dans pov ya feel?

side note: this is a total AU fic! i know this really isnt how bastille started or anything but everything will come together. pls dont comment things like "this isnt how will got in the band!!1!" or "ralph didnt know dan when he was that young!!1!1!1" unless you want my foot up your ass! thanks! continue reading!

The plane ride was long and boring. I slept a little, curled up next to Dan, his grey hoodie wrapped around me. All I remember are the nightmares. I've progressed though, I don't scream anymore.

Oliver didn't like the fact that I was going to Seattle. He knew that Aunt Josephine was shady and that no one should trust her. I was shady of her too, but I want to put these tickets to good use.

"Sam," Dan whispered in my ear, waking my up from my slumber.

"Huh?" I yawned and stretched out in the limited space I had. My hands flew up to my eyes and I rubbed them clean of sleep.

I rested my head on dans shoulder, I felt his arm snake around my shoulders. He leaned down and whispered, "We're going to land in 10 minutes, do you know whos driving us to the hotel?"

"Uh, no...," My brows furrowed.

"I thought she told you," I could hear the twinge of panic in this voice.

There was a pregnant pause before I spoke up again, "She never told me anything after I hung up on her," Dan looked at me, puzzled, "S-she called Oliver... a... ya know..."

I felt his grip on my shoulders tighten up, "I'm sorry," He said. I shrugged, "Im used to it."

Once we got off the plane I could feel the anxiety take over me. Everyone was looking at us. I brought my hand to my mouth and started chewing on my nails, ripping them off. Tears filled my eyes, my other hand tightend into a fist. Dan immediately noticed and brought me to a bench, away from everyone. He sat me down and crouched to my height.

"No, Sammy," He grapped my little hands and flattened them into palms, "It's okay, you're okay," I was sobbing now. He brought me to his chest and held me there for what felt like years. Once they subsided he pulled back to look at my face. Dan whiped the tears from my cheeks and cupped my face, "Better?" I nodded. He grinned and grabbed my hand, not letting go.

We walked through the airport, grabbing our bags while heading to fetch a taxi. I always developed a cold after I got off of planes. I was sneezing and coughing, my throat felt extremely dry and I was exhausted. Dan almost had to support my weight as we trudged in the hotel.

"Room 221," The woman at the front desk told us. "Thanks," Dan mumbled as he grabbed the room card and wrapped his arm around my waist, leading us to the elevator. My head was resting against his shoulder, the quiet hum of the elevator almost putting me to sleep. I jumped as the elevator dinged, signifying that we reached the floor. Sneezes and coughs came from my mouth as a tried to stand up straight.

Once we got to the room Dan helped me change into something more comfortable. Before he layed me down his hand went to my forehead, "You're burning up," He murmured.

He got up to retrieve a thermometer he packed. I rolled my eyes and rested my head on the pillow. Dan walked back to the bed and sat on the edge. He swiped the thermometer across my forehead and waited for it to beep. "102.7," He sighed. I closed my eyes, "I don't wanna go to sleep... I want to go and get food," He ignored me as he walked over to my suitcase.

"Why do you have to...," He paused, unzipping another bag, "... get so bloody sick whenever you go on a plane?"

I shrugged and snuggled into the sheets "For the lolz," I mumbled. He chuckled and I heard the faint sound of running water, "Sit up," He said.

Once I was up straight, he handed me tylenol and a glass of water. As the liquid filled my my dry throat, I realized how dehydrated I was, "Can I have another glass?" I handed him back the empty one. He cracked a grin, walking to my bags once again.

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to sit up.

"Just putting the tylenol away," He replied easily. I layed back down and heard the sink turn on once again. He took a little longer this time.

Once he came back, he helped me sit up and placed the glass in my hands. I chugged it down. I felt my eyelids droop and my body become weaker, "Dan!" I yelled as loud as I could, "You... put a sleeping pill in... the water," My words were slurred and the pauses between them became more frequent. A small laugh came from his mouth and I felt him smooth out my hair slightly. "Get some sleep," He whispered before kissing my forehead. That was the last thing I heard.