In The Stars (a Danisnotonfire Fan-Fiction)

Chapter 3

*Niamnh's Point of View*

I want to run.

I want to hide.

I want to die.

That's what was running through my mind when he walked in the room. Dan was shocked, not sure how to react, but this was nothing but a stranger to him, and whatever confidence he had before had vanished. 

"Apollo Wolfgang Jones...get the fuck out of my house!" I shouted, hoping that the neighbors would hear me. 

"Oh...I don't think so." he smiled a sickening cheshire grin at me. Then he turned to Dan. "Who's this handsome fella?"

"That's my date, Dan. Dan," I said, turning to him,"this is my psychotic ex-fiance Apollo." Apollo's striking green eyes glimmered with anger as I introduced him. 

"Psychotic? I think that's a bit of a stretch, don't you?" he asked.

"Not at all. You were all about honesty, right? That's why you cheated on me with your Brazilian whore? I want nothing to do with you, now I repeat...get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. House!" I said, shouting the last bit. 

He raised his hands in mock-defeat. He looked up at me and gave me a look saying "this isn't over" and slowly backed out of my house. For the rest of the evening, I opened all of the doors. 

*Dan's Point on View*

We laid on the sofa again, eating our Chinese food when the question slipped out, "Who the hell was that?"

Niamnh sighed. "I should have known you were going to ask this sooner or later." she sat up and sat across from me, facing me.

She took a deep breath. "That was my ex-fiance Apollo. Yes, like the greek god, his parents were way into that stuff. Anyways, we were together for two and a half years before he proposed. We were engaged for six months, wedding planning and shit like that. Then, on our wedding night, I snuck away to kiss him goodnight--the guys were staying in the same hotel as us--and when I opened their door, I heard moaning. I thought 'okay, there are a bunch of single guys in this room, that's not a big deal.'. Until, I opened the one that he was supposed to be in. 

"I guess I hadn't been paying attention to which room had the most moaning, or should I say, the only source of the moaning, as I opened the door to find some Brazilian bitch on top of him, and they were having pretty hard sex. I took off my engagement ring right then and there, threw it at his little whore--which hit her right in the face--and left without a word. I went back up to my hotel room, called off the wedding, and cried into Hannah's arms for probably a month. That was six months ago." she sighed at the memory.

I looked at her in shock. "Anyone who cheats on someone as fantastic as you...? They shouldn't be allowed to breathe." I said.

She chuckled. "Yeah? I think so. And, the only reason he cheated was because I wanted to wait until our wedding night. I thought it'd be more special. He agreed, but I guess he thought otherwise."

I pulled her into a hug and stroked her back as the shoulder of my tank top slowly got damp. And that's when Phil and Hannah walked in, laughing. 

"Oh, I had a great time, Phil. Thank you so much!" Hannah said, smiling.

"Not a problem at all, I'd be honored to take you out whenever you please." he responded. 

"When do you leave?" 

"We leave the state in about a week. Since this was our last stop on the tour, we decided to stay a little longer and enjoy the scenery and the sunlight."

"Then I'll see you tomorrow. It's been a pleasure."

"Alright. Goodbye Hannah! Dan, are you coming or are you going to stay?" I looked at Phil and shook my head and gave him the look we exchange when someone is upset. He understood and said goodnight to everyone and headed out. 

Hannah looked at me. "What's wrong with...?" her voice trailed off. Her eyes widened and before I could even respond, she shouted, "THAT SON OF A BITCH!"

She was fuming, pacing around the flat like a madwoman, talking to herself (although I do that as well). She snapped out of her trance as Niamnh lifted her head from my shoulder. Hannah got a good look at her face, and so did I. Her minimal amount of makeup was smeared all over her face and her eyes and nose were red. She had electric red and coal black hair plastered to her face and I gently moved it. I picked her up bridal style and carried her into her room (to her direction, a meager point). I laid her on her bed and was about to shut the door when I heard her feeble whisper. 

"Stay with me..?"

I climbed into bed with her and she instantly curled up to me. I put my hand on her back, stroking it softly , when she eventually started snoring quietly. She spoke softly in her sleep, uttering out a few soft words like "no" and "stop". There was one word however, that really grabbed my attention. Because I never expected her to mutter out, "Dan..." 

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