Emotions

Chapter Seven

Authors Note: Please forgive me but this chapter is going to be really short! Ill make up for it by having a really long chapter eight. I promise!
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(Y/n's POV)

~ still in the middle of the night ~

As I regained my strength and was finally able to breathe, I tried to run away from this creature; this heartless creature. I took two leaps and could already tell I was going to die. I was too slow and everything was pitch black. That's when the creature grabbed hold of my neck and pulled me down, but as he was pulling me down I noticed lined tattoos on his arms-
  Smack.
  My body hit the hard floor.
  "HELP!"
I woke up crying and screaming in Dan's arms. "(Y/n), you're okay. You're fine. I'm here. Everything is okay. It was just a dream." Dan spoke in a soft tone. His words were so soothing he almost put me back to sleep. I held him tightly. I was terrified.
"Dan..?" I began to speak after a few minutes of being awake. "Yes?" His eyes were filled with concern. "Can I sleep in your room? I'm still scared.." Dan repeated my words from earlier. "As long as nothing happens, (l/n)." We both laughed as we walked into his room.
  "Goodnight, (y/n)." Dan kissed the top of my head and I was out like a light.

*the next morning*

  Thankfully I didn't have another horrific nightmare, but Dan's snoring did make it hard to fucking sleep. If only he was mine... He's so adorable, even if his snoring is obnoxious.
  I rubbed my eyes and attempted to get out of the bed when something stopped me. I was wrapped up in Dan's arms. "Don't leave me here all alonneee," he whined. I smacked him, thinking he would let me go, but he only pulled me closer.
"Hey Dan I'm- WOAH WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?!" Phil dropped his phone to shield his eyes. Dan and I started laughing so hard we cried. Then I noticed Dan had let go of my waist so I dashed out of the bed and past Phil yelling, "Thanks!" Of course he was confused but I left Dan to talk to him about his actions.

"Guys I made breakfast!!" My idea of breakfast was basically pancakes, eggs, and bacon. It seemed to make the guys happy cause when they walked in they ran to the table and basically scarfed up all the food. "That was amazing!" Phil mumbled while chewing the last bits of his food. "I agree with Phil. That was damn good food." I laughed and began cleaning up the table. "(Y/n), I need to talk to Phil about something so we'll be right back." I was kind of worried about what they could be talking about. What if it's about my wrist..?

(Dan's POV)
As soon as we stepped into Phil's room I shut the door as fast as I could and looked Phil straight in the face. "I've been thinking, and I think it's about time I ask (y/n) out on a date.. What do you think?" Phil stared blankly at me for what seemed like forever, but then his face filled with glee and shouted, "YES!! MY OTP WILL BECOME CANON!!" I put one finger over my mouth, signaling Phil to be quiet. "Oh.. Sorry," Phil whisper giggled. "All jokes aside, I really think you should. She's perfect for you, Dan. She has a great personality and you two seem good together."
Now that I had approval from Phil about asking (y/n) out on a date, I had to mentally prepare myself for asking her. I wanted everything to be perfect. Which means I casually ask her and hope for the best.
Okay, you can do this. What's the worst that can happen? Oh. Right. She could say no and start laughing at how- Dan! Stop thinking like this! Bloody hell I need to get my shit together and just ask her.
Confidently, yet somehow giraffe like, I walked towards (y/n) in all her glory. God, is she beautiful. I will be the luckiest guy on the planet if she says yes.
"Hey uh, (Y/n)?" Her stunning face turned towards me and I soon got lost in her gorgeous (e/c) eyes, her (h/l)
(h/c) hair, and just everything about her made my heart skip beats.
"Yes?" She set her book down and adjusted herself up on the couch "properly". I can do this. "Well, I uh wanted to know-" I was then interrupted by some peasant at the door.
I managed to say, "I'll be right back," through gritted teeth. What could this person be doing at a time like this?
I opened the door with a fake smile and a short, brown haired guy appeared in the doorway. I also took note of his lined tattoos. Who the hell would get those?
Crash.
I turned around to see (y/n) in awe. She did not even flinch. She was so still and mesmerized. But then she spoke with such a soft whisper and said, "It's him."