*ON HOLD* Before It Gets Better The Darkness Gets Bigger boyxboy

Chapter 7 - Your Finest TCP

DAN (kinda fluffy idk)
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We pause outside my building in the pouring rain.

"So..." I start, blushing again. "do you wanna come in? I can show you how to make a proper cup of tea." I tease.

"Hey! Irish people drink tea too!" She laughs.

"Really?! I thought that was whisky?" I joke.

"We drink both," she shrugs, blushing too.

"So you'll come in?" I ask.

"Sure," Elle says quietly, her eyes darting down to my wrists.

"What are you- oh..." I look at my sleeves. Blood was trickling down my hands in small currents. I stick my hands in my pockets and keep my head down.

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"PHIL!" I yell, closing the (GODDAMN) door. I've brought a guest in, don't be weird!"

"Can't promise anything!" He giggles form the living room.

I show Elle up to my room.

"I'll be back in a minute," I say to her- my eyes not meeting hers.

I rush off to the bathroom to clean myself up.

What have I done? I think to myself. Any chance I had with Elle has pretty much gone down the drain.

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"I can explain," I say quickly- rushing my words together.

"No- Dan- I understand..." Elle says, still quiet, but with an apologetic smile on her face.

"I don't expect you to want to film with me anymore- I- I'm a right mess," I laugh nervously.

"I-I..." Elle stammers. She slowly pulls up the sleeve of her black Panic! At The Disco jumper to reveal more cuts and scars than I could ever imagine. "I do understand..."

She wipes a tear from her eye discreetly.

"Life's a bitch," she whispers. I nod and pull her in for a hug, smelling her sweet perfume.

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A few minutes later Elle gently rolls up my sleeves, unravelling my bandages.

"I'll do it properly," she smiles at me. "I'll need a sink, some bandages, a facecloth, scissors and a bottle of your finest TCP!" She laughs.

I show Elle to the bathroom and run off to fetch her the supplies.
She instructed me to sit on the side of the bath beside her.

"It won't hurt," she whispers. I nod nervously.

Elle traces my scars with her small, ice-cold fingers. She dabs the antiseptic on my newer cuts slowly and I shudder at the stinging sensation. When she had finished, she wrapped my arms in bandages with feather light touches.

"Please don't ever do it again, Daniel," she says still whispering, her eyes not quite meeting mine.

"I won't..." I mumble. "You don't either okay?"

"Okay," Elle replies- still quiet. "I better get going..."

"Stay," I whimper. "We can watch a movie or something."

She smiles and follows me to the living room.

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After much deliberation, Phil, Elle and I finally choose a movie. We pick The Hunger Games as none of us has seen it in a while.

Not long into the movie, Elle is snuggling up to me under the blanket, clutching a pillow.
Phil smiles at me from his chair with a look that seems to say, 'Haven't brought back a girl in a while!'.

A few too many drinks later, we're all playing Just Dance on the Wii.

"This... is... amazing!" Phil says between breaths as he dances solo to Toxic by the one and only Britney Spears.

Elle and I giggle in unison and we lock eyes. I don't think I've ever seen such unique and queer- yet beautiful eyes. They were a shimmering blue with flecks of gold and green.

"You've really pretty eyes," I say biting my lip, my words slurring a little.

"I was just about to say the same thing about yours," she smiles seductively.

Phil announces that he's sleepy and goes off to bed murmuring about lions or something.

I gently stroke Elle's thigh, and she bites her lower lip with a smirk. We lean in and out lips collide, moving in passion-filled unison.