You and Darren sit in silence for a while. “I just want to help you, I’m going back to New York next weekend and I want to make sure you are okay before I go” he says. You close your eyes thinking of Darren going, whether you were talking or not, you didn’t want Darren to leave.
“I..I’ve” You start to say but stop. You take a deep breath and get up, you were scared of this person who was sending you these letters, you closed the curtains in your house making sure there was no way that the person could see you.
You grabbed the letters from the drawer that you had and you then passed them to Darren. He looked at you confused “What are these?” he asks and you just shake your head and motion for him to read them.
He picks one up, and reads it. He looks at you and then picks another and another and another. He gets more angry with every letter that he reads. He gets up with a clenched jaw and then throws all the letters onto the floor.
You jump “D…Darren?” You ask and he looks at you “This guy is messing with your head Y/N!” he yells at you, causing you to start crying, after tears had been pricking at your eyes for a while now.
You both stay silent and then you soon hear something being put through the letter box of your house. Darren looks at you and soon opens the door “Whoever the fuck you are, stay away!” he yells and slams your door. You silently pick up the letter.
Bold move trying to get help from that famous guy. So he knows now right? Well I have dirt on him, so tell him that he’s just digging himself a hole right here
