Apartment Thirty-Nine ~d.j.h~

~4~

Midnight.

I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling fan swirling round and round above me. Like a black hole in the galaxy, a sink hole sucking up all of the inhabitant's remains, a dark abandoned Ferris wheel spinning back and forth from the strong winds of an oncoming storm. But only a ceiling fan.

I could hear the petit drops of rain falling from the sky, a darkness filling my room. So silent but so loud.

A soft pitter-patter of sound flowed into my room. A midnight serenade.

Notes from a piano danced across the keys, playing a solemn song. The saddest but sweet of music.

"I would appreciate you to not bang on my walls." Dan's words rang through my mind.
It was him. The towel boy was the one playing the piano in the room next to me. Who would've thought?

I'm just a lost Californian who found herself in London, chasing a dream. But I have to tell this Dan Howell fellow to shut up cause I am literally trying to dream.

I breathed in, hoisting myself out of the squeaky mattress. My white oversized shirt covered my black shorts, strands from my messy bun falling to my face.

I placed my hand on the wall, wanting to hit it, but I refused. I opened my door and looked around the dark corridor, lit with dim yellow lights.

I shuffled to the door with the number of Thirty-Nine above it and quietly knocked. The piano stopped and whispered curses of shame were released from his mouth. The door slowly opened, his dark brown eyes peering into mine.

"Hi Dan.." I smiled.

"Hi..did I wake you?" He whispered, his voice raspy with tiredness.

"Not exactly. Just a bit loud. I was about to go to sleep though."

"Oh, I'm so sorry... Do you wanna come in for a bit? I made some tea." His eyes were big and sweet. I didn't want to refuse his offer.

"Sure." I said, rubbing my eyes.

He backed up and let me in. His apartment living room didn't look much different than mine. It was quite empty. A couch, heater, flat screen tv. But off to the side, up against the wall separating our rooms was the piano. The chair was pushed out, probably from him rushing to open the door.

"So I heard you played piano." I chuckled as he came back and handed me a warm cup of tea in a black cup.

"Yeah.." He smiled, taking a sip of his drink in embarrassment.

"I actually play guitar. It's pretty fun." I said, stirring the sweet liquid.

"I would love to hear you play someday."

"Maybe." I smirked, taking another sip.

Abruptly, I heard a loud and muffled ringtone.

"God." I cringed and stood up, my phone ringing from my apartment.

"Is that your phone?" He said, his eyes wide.

"Yeah, I got to go then. Um, see you tomorrow, I guess?" I said, rushing towards the door.

"Yeah, sure." His eyes wandered to the table which my tea sat. "Here, take your tea."

"That's your cup, Dan."

"No, no. It's okay." He fast walked towards me and put it in my hand.

"Thank you." I smiled, hugging him, quickly, then making my way into my room. I grabbed my phone quickly.

Missed call from Mom

I put my head in my hands and sat on the edge of my bed. How did she find out?