Our Laughter Lines (Dan Smith Fanfiction) - Watty's 2014

To Be Alone - Chapter 33

Dan's POV 

Tuesday and Wednesday flew by. It was already Thursday. It was 5pm and I was packing up my stuff. Today was the last day at college. My phone, which is on the bed, goes off. I grab and see that it's a notification from Snapchat. 2 actually, from Ella. I open the snaps and a suit case full of clothes is showed. I tap the screen and a selfie of her appears. She's smiling, wearing one of my hoodies. I press the volume button. I throw the iPhone on the bed and continue removing my jumpers from the chest of drawers. There were only some clothes left and after 10 minutes I was done. I decided to snap Ella. 'I'm reeeeady'. Some seconds afterwards, I get a reply. 'Here stuff is like this'. She recorded a video showing her bedroom. The bed had piles of clothes and there were two suitcases already filled with clothes. 'Guess you're gonna need another suitcase', I say. 'Can't understand how a woman could possibly bring so many clothes to university', I tease. 'Can't understand how a man could possibly bring only a few clothes to university, either.' I chuckle. 'We're simple, you're complex ;)' I send. 'You're right ;)'. 'Can I fall asleep next to you today?' I ask her. 'Umm I guess you can', she replies. 'The best option is me sleeping at yours because... too many bags... ;)'. 'Haha yes. And I need your help here! :P' 'I'm coming then', I send her. And with this I start packing my toothbrush, my shampoo and that kind of stuff.

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(Still Dan's POV)

I ring the doorbell with my two suitcases aside. Within some seconds, Ella opens the door and greets me with a  peck on my lips. We bring the suitcases inside and then have an actual kiss. I was finding it hard to stop that passionate kiss. Eventually, Ella did.

"Don't get too excited. We have stuff to pack up." She places her index on my lips when I tried to pull her close to me again. She turns around and grabs my hand, guiding me through the corridor till her bedroom.

"Wow... this is what I call a mess..." I state as we walked in and looked around. Her bed still had piles of clothes, there was another suitcase on the floor, half-filled.

"Are you bringing all your clothes to London?" I ask her,  wondering how we were going to pack all this.

"Well, at least, I'll try to..." She says, half smiling and we start packing.

"Umm... Ella... so you wear Calvin Klein boxers...?" I embarrassingly ask, examining that piece of clothe.

"Oh... that's not mine... it's Ryan's..." She answers.

"Alright..." We giggle nervously. I place her long sleeved tees and her sweatpants on the suitcase while she picks out some hoodies. I stand up and look everywhere to make sure no clothe was forgotten. I lift the pillows just to find a bra. I blush heavily, and bite my lower lip.

"Ella... I... " I stutter blushing even harder. She turns her face to me.

"Yes? " She asks.

"I... I didn't mean to find... your... your... your... underwear..." I tell her, running my fingers through my hair.

"Oh did you?" She says, her cheeks red as well.

"I'm really sorry..." I apologise.

"It's okay..." She stands up. "Don't feel embarrassed..."

"So... do you want them back?" I ask, awkwardly grabbing her bra. I couldn't help but have some interesting thoughts.

"Yeah... Thank you..." She smiles, blushing probably noticing how mesmerized I am. Great... she now thinks you're a pervert.

"I was just making sure that no clothe was forgotten whe-" I'm cut off by her lip's crashing on mine. I kiss her back when I finally realise what happened. I place my arms around her waist and she pulls us closer. When we pull away, she buries her head on my chest.