I'm Not the Guy You're Taking Home | LANDAN ✔

6 : Visits

A week later, Daniel stood in his kitchen, a glass of water in hand as he stared at a spot on the counter before him.

"Daniel?" there was a knock on the door. "Dan, it's Sasha."

Daniel's head jerked towards the sound. He put the glass down on the counter and went to open the door. "How do you know where I live?"

Sasha blinked at him. "I've been here before."

Daniel stared at her for a moment. "Right." he cleared his throat. "Sorry, come on in."

Sasha took off her shoes and jacket and sat down on the couch. "What happened? You look like shit."

Daniel sat next to her on the couch, looking down. "I... messed up."

"Messed up how?" Sasha, rubbed his back, trying to comfort him.

"I was... too naïve. Or maybe not naïve enough, hah..." he shook his head, scoffing. "He just- he made me feel so... bad."

Sasha leaned her head on his shoulder, pulling him into a hug. "Is this about Lando?"

"Who else could it be about?" he bit his lip, playing with his rings nervously. "I... I didn't realize I was just another hook-up for him until we got to his bed and-" he closed his eyes, swallowing. "I can't seem to forget how I felt with him. Kissing him was everything I could think of the past, what, year and a half? And now I know what it's like and-" he sighed. "I just want to forget. He doesn't feel the same, now I know for sure."

"I'm so sorry, love. He's been treating you so bad..."

"I just-" Daniel tried to blink the tears away. "I don't want to lose my best friend just 'cause we can't be more."

"Maybe you should talk to him."

Daniel scoffed. "And say what? 'Hey, sorry I walked out on you but I'm kinda in love with you and I'd appreciate if we could stay best friends. Very platonically of course!'"

Sasha shrugged. "I mean, yeah, just word it better."

He sighed. "Forget it..."

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Maybe he was pathetic. Or just in love. Probably both. But he found himself at the younger man's doors two days later, knocking.

The door opened and he was greeted by the sight of a shirtless, breathy Lando.

Lando's eyes widened upon seeing him. "Daniel." he gulped.

"Could I talk to you please?"

Lando looked back over his shoulder. "Um... now really isn't the best time..."

Daniel's eyebrows furrowed. "Wh-"

"Lando, come back to bed." came a sing-song call from inside the flat and Lando immediately turned red.

Daniel's face fell. "Oh." he dead-panned, suddenly very aware of what was happening inside. "I'm sorry for trying." he turned on his heels, letting the tears fall once he knew Lando couldn't see him.

"Daniel..." he heard Lando whisper but he didn't turn around.

He got into his car, sobbing. "Why, why, why, why-" he hit the steering wheel multiple times before leaning his forehead on it and crying as hard as he could.

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He went on for the next week; walking around looking like a corpse, mourning something that could've been but never actually happened.

He'd meet with Sasha occasionally. They'd watch bad movies and talk about anything and everything.

Sasha would tell Daniel about her partner after he insisted she didn't have to hide her happiness just because he was miserable.

He'd spend most of his days in his bed or at work, trying to work from home as much as he could.

He felt like he hasn't had a proper meal in ages but he also didn't feel like doing anything about the fact.

The worst part about all this? He didn't hear from Lando once. No texts, no calls, nothing.