Dan Imagines

Dan's Hoodie

Y/N POV

Its 2am and I'm waiting for the underground, not the safest situation I guess. I take in my surroundings, an extremely drunk middle-aged guy, a few people in sleeping bags and nobody else. "aye yiuuuuuuu" yells the middle-aged guy. I'm not sure if he is talking to me but I can't make eye contact. Should I take out my phone? I'm not sure if drunk middle-aged English men are like drunk middle-aged irish men but I assume there isn't too big a difference.

My parents always told me not to make eye contact and to walk away quickly, which is what I would like to do right now. Sadly that option is unavailable as I can't get home any way other than the underground which seems late tonight.

See things like this usually don't happen to me, I rarely leave my safe little everyday life but whenever I do it turns out like this. I guess its my own fault for not organising a safe way home in case my boyfriend (of one year) declines my visit as his 'real girlfriend' is at his house. I was being unrealistic I suppose considering I lived in Manchester and he lived in London.

The middle-aged guy is getting closer, I can tell without looking. I let my fringe cover half my face and look around. Out of the corner of my eye I notice a guy in a red hoodie. I'de walk over to him but he could be just as drunk so I continue looking at my black converse.

"hey, you're Y/N right?" the guy in the red hoodie says. I look up briefly. The side fringe and skinny jeans...it's Dan! I think he is studying law in uni, I've seen I'm a few times this year. Oh god, I must look rubbish! "hia" I mumble. "you okay?" he inquires. I shrug. "you look really cold, do you want my hoodie? What are you doing in London underground at 2am" Dan worries as he tugs his hoodie off and hands it to me. "I visited my boyfriend as a surprise and found out he has been cheating on me all this time. I'm not joking, he literally said 'f*** off I don't know you'. Yeah my evening sucked. Thanks by the way" I answer as I pull the large hoodie over my head.

Dan glances at his phone awkwardly. "he's a dickhead, he's not worth it" he finally replies. I hear the sound of the underground in the distance. "you taking the same route as me?" I ask. I don't want to be stuck on the underground with only the drunk guy.

I step inside and search for a clean looking seat. Dan sits down next to me. "I hope you don't mind being stuck with me for the journey, I can move if you like" he smiles. "no its fine" I reply shyly.

    "Do you want to tell me about what happened or are you trying to forget it?" Dan inquires, his voice is very gentle and English sounding. I still have an Irish accent even after being in England for a year.

  "Well we met on the internet, we both thought we'de never meet each other as I lived in ireland. Then last year I moved to England for college and we started meeting up and stuff. At that point we were already dating. I'de go up to London and spend the weekend his before travelling back to Manchester, he never visited me. Then I started visiting less as I was caught up with college stuff. I think that's when he started dating her. Then I surprise visited him this evening and his girlfriend was there so he pretended he didn't know me and stuff" I reply.

     Dan's hoodie is so warm and soft, I pull the sleeves down over my hands. Dan frowns, "is it okay if I put my arm around your shoulder, it's just..." he trails off. I smile and rest my head on his arm. "I must look like rubbish" I mutter. "you look fine, here, if you ever need to talk to someone you can call me. You probably don't want to because I'm not much help but just incase" mumbles Dan.

   "I'm fine really, I shouldn't have cried, I was being stupid." I laugh, attempting to sound lighthearted."just don't beat yourself up over it, it was entirely his fault, you were being a really sweet nice girlfriend" he comforts. "do you want to go to sleep, it's sort of late y'know" Dan offers. "I can't really sleep easily on trains and cars and stuff, I'll just listen to music" I reply before untangling my earphones.

  "Nice taste in music" mentions Dan when he spots my playlist. I giggle, maybe this isn't the very worst night of my life ever.