|#Wattys2015| HΔNGIN' |Bastille/Dan Smith fanfic|

12. Bad_News

Jess's pov:

Dan leaves the room to answer his phone and I sit in the chair he was sat in. Kyle and Will chat amongst themselves about imagining what Rihanna would be like as a cat. She'd have both Will and Kyle after her, that's for sure.

It's strange that Kyle has these weird obsessions such as cats and kittens and horses and a terrible habit of being clumsy. Will doesn't have obsessions like that. Except for Rihanna, he'd go crazy just to meeting her. Will is a very chilled out guy, he's really caring and would really hate to see a friend or loved one upset, but then, we're all like that hence the fact we were all worrying about Dan for apparently no reason. He better be right about that he's fine. The last thing I want is my loving boyfriend hurting inside.
Not including Dan, Woody worries the most about everyone, but Kyle worries the most about the littlest of things funnily enough.

There was a day somewhen last year and we all went out camping. When I say all, I mean Bastille and the girlfriends of them (Chrissy wasn't Woody's wife then, they were engaged) But that was a fun time and we each had to do cruise marry shag, so I went with marry Dan, shag Will (don't ask.) and cruise with Kyle and Woody. Even during the camping trip, Dan was worrying about other things like trying to get songs written and not failing. I think it's just his character, which I love anyway.

"You're fucking kidding!?" Dan suddenly shouts from our bedroom. The room is silenced and Dan is silent too. Woody stands up quickly but then sits back down when he accidentally puts weight on his sprained ankle. They all turn to me.

"Who was calling him?" Will asks me.

"I don't know, Dan had his phone with him, I didn't see the caller ID." I reply quietly incase Dan says something again. A loud smash is heard and in a flash, Charlie jumps up and sprints to our bedroom, Will and Kyle just looking at each other while Woody holds his head in his hands. I jump up too and follow Charlie to mine and Dans bedroom.

When I get there I see Charlie holding Dans wrists still while Dan struggles and tries to break free. His eyes are streaming with tears and he looks like an emotional wreck right now. To the side of Dan on the floor is an empty glass vase, now smashed to pieces.

"Calm down, calm down" Charlie soothes, Dan still struggling. One of Dans wrists are bleeding, he must have used the back of his hand to smash the vase, which was on our wooden shelf, into the wall but accidentally used his wrist instead of the back of his hand.

"Calm down"Charlie repeats as Dan's sobs gently ease. He takes deep breathes and once he is calm enough, Charlie lets go of his arms. Dan sees me and I pull him into a tight hug. He's shaking. Why is my poor Dan shaking? Is he cold? or just got a shock? Wait, what caused him to smash a vase and become emotionally wrecked?
I sit Dan down on the bed gently and I kneel in front of him.

"Talk to me, babe" I say softly. His glassy blue eyes look into mine and he manages to find words to reply with.

"H-he... my dad, he's gone" he whispers. Gone?! Where to? No where good? Bad? Wait. Oh, he's gone for good. This is not what Dan needs at all.

"I'm so sorry" Charlie tells him and gives him a warming hug too.
It's always hard when you lose a parent, even when you're an adult. I can tell Dan loved his Dad very much.