Til Death Do Us Part

Chapter 3

~Pj's POV~

     Dan and I have been best friends since Year 8. I didn't realize that I was completely and utterly in love with him until we were Year 11's. Now, we're Sophomores; oh how the years go by...

     I still remember that day like it was yesterday. It was Year 11, Dan was over at my house, when he suddenly bursts out in tears as we were in a conversation.

"Dan?" I ask, full of worry.

"She... she cheated," he cries as he puts his head in his hands.

"Michelle? Michelle cheated! Oh Dan..." I scooted closer to him. I rubbed my hand on his hunched back, whispering comforting words to him.

After a while, his crying subsided. He finally looked up at me, then pulled me into a bone-crushing hug. "Thank you so much Peej," he whispers into my ear, "just, thank you for being here for me."

I chuckled, "Well, that's what friends are for, right?"

He sniffed. "Right."

     As I stared into his big brown eyes, I realized how much I hated to see him sad. When Dan was happy, I was happy. When he was sad, my heart completely broke. I would try to do anything to make him smile again. His smile made the whole room light up, his laugh made my day without fail. Dan Howell is the key to my happiness, if I lost Dan, I lost my world, I lost my reason to keep on living. It was that moment when when I realized that I was in love with Daniel James Howell, my best friend.

     Five years. Fives years of holding back my emotions. Five years of carefully choosing my words, then saying what was somewhat on my mind. Five years. Christ, it's so hard sometimes. I just want to kiss his lips and tell him that he's too precious for this world; tell him he's perfect in my eyes. Now, this random guy from Starbucks has to fuck him all up.

     He is no longer Dan. He is now Starstrucked Dan. He constantly makes googly-eyes just thinking about this damn guy. For God's sake, he spends all of his free time at Starbucks just to see him! Dan would do anything for that guy, and little does he know that I feel the exact same way about him.

     It broke my heart to receive those texts from him a couple days ago. The Starbucks guy finally noticed him. I should be happy for him, and trust me, I try, but it's just so hard watching the person you love chase after a stranger. It scares me to come to realization that Dan might be in love with this dude. He hasn't even done anything to deserve Dan's attention!

     I broke even more when I saw him tonight. His gorgeous brown hair was a curly, knotted mess, and his clothes were well over used. For his own happiness, I gave him a little pep talk, which seemed to have worked. I tried to stretch it out a little to waste time, and that was successful as well. When he got out of the shower, he looked so delicious, I couldn't help but look. I darkened the DS screen and snuck a peek at Dan at his finest: curly, wet hair, tan chest on full display, V-line prominent; everything about his figure was memorizing. I didn't dare look at his penis, however, I know how to be a proper gentleman. Even though I didn't see all of him, I definitely left his dorm with tight pants.

     It was about 20:50 when I got there, and the Starbucks closes at 21:15. By the time we left, it was later than I expected. I'm not sure what time it was exactly, but when I watched him walk off, I knew for a fact that he wouldn't make it.

     I was worried at first when he didn't text me, then I started to panic. I didn't want him to get suspicious, so I didn't text him as much as I wanted to. I tried to calm my nerves by watching TV, but that made me feel worse. Everything reminded me of him, from a specific show, to a random joke, to a sarcastic comment. It all reminded me of Dan. My Dan. Mine, not his! I turned the TV off and screamed into my pillow. Love fucking sucks. I feel tears forming in my eyes. Great, an anxiety attack is fucking perfect right now. Where is he? What if he did sleep with the Starbucks dude?! Why doesn't he love me? Why him? Why can't he see that I love him?! My knuckles turn white from clutching my sheets. I screamed again, louder this time, then fell limp on my bed. I cried uncontrollably for over an hour. I checked my phone once again, to reveal nothing. I silently cried myself to sleep, with one thought on my mind: I can't keep going on like this.

A/N: Hey guys, Luna here! BAM didn't expect that POV right?? Hehe yay the story's unraveling! Seriously, thank you all so much for giving this story a chance!! Like really, 69 reads?! #Blessed. Jesus, okay I need to stop! See you guys next Saturday, til next time!✌

(S/O to my bestfriend Andrea for proofreading and telling me that it's not as terrible as I thought it was! Love ya!♡)