A/N
This is a chapter I wrote and I was thinking of putting it in a different fan fiction, please tell me your opinions in the comments, thank you
Tears stained my cheeks, making my cat whiskers slowly fade. As I wiped the tears away my whiskers smudged. My phone vibrated, causing me to jump. It was a message from Dan. I hadn't said anything for over half an hour and he was starting to worry.
The message read:
"Emily, where are you? I'm coming over!"
Great, he was going to see me crying. I got up off my bed and went to lock the door so he couldn't get in. It was a good thing I closed the door at that moment, since he knocked only a few seconds later (he lives down the hall).
"Emily! Let me in!" Dan sounded worried.
"G...go away!" It was so obvious I was crying.
"What's wrong? Please let me in! So I know you're okay," I heard his hand slide down the door to the mail flap. I quickly slid down to the floor, leaning against the door. He pushed his hand through the flap and peered in. He looked to the side of the door and saw me with my head buried in my knees. I looked up at him. There I was, with my smudged cat whiskers in my black jumper and three quarter length shorts, and there he was, his beautiful brown eyes, his smooth brown hair, his worried expression.
"EMILY! Let me in!" He shouted.
"No, you...you can't see what I've done..." He looked even more worried now.
"That's it!" He reached his skinny arm through the mail flap and felt around for the door handle. He finally found it and turned the key. I tried to lean against the door but he was too strong and shoved it open.
"Come here," he closed the door and opened his arms out. I got up and ran over to him. He held me close, his head leaning against mine. I had always loved his hugs, they made me wish he was mine, but we were only really good friends. I cried into his chest.
"What's wrong Em?" Oh god, he couldn't find out. He would go ballistic.
"It....it doesn't matter," my voice trembled.
"Yes it does!" I backed away and pulled my sleeve up. The cuts had stopped bleeding but it still stung. He gasped.
"WHY DID YOU DO THIS AGAIN!? YOU...you promised...." His anger turned into tears.
"I...I'm sorry," I ran into my bedroom and slammed the door, sitting against it, putting all my weight to hold it closed. I heard him walk over to the door.
"E...Emily listen. Come back with me, come back to mine and Phil's flat. We'll look after you," he spoke softly. I got up and slowly opened the door.
"Okay."
