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Criminal (DAN): ©Skiller0Dani

Dan AU. He's a badboy. ;) 

Song: Criminal Britney Spears

Please listen to the song whilst reading, it will give you the full affect of the chapter. <3

PLEASE READ THE WARNING BELOW!!

Trigger Warning: Physical Abuse/Violence, Self Harm. 

~DaNi 

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He's a criminal. 
He stole my heart. 

I was told to stay as far away as I could. I was told Dan Howell was no good. I was told that he was dangerous, clouded in death and soaked in blood. That he had had his hands in every murder, scandal, and major robbery. That he works his way through every major group or organization, that he even has a hand in the Government. 

I was told to stay away, that he'd get me killed. But as he presses our hot bodies together outside the bar, his lips began to capture me, and all remembrance of any warning leaves my memory.  He has my heart held tight in his fucking palm, and he knows it. 

He pushed me up against the brick wall, lips hovering inches in front of my own. He lowers his aim to my neck, nipping and sucking harshly, leaving a bruise. He looks back up at me, his eyes dark as he pushes away from the wall, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He turns, stalking off down the street. 

"Where are you going?" I call out, my mind racing at his possible answer. 

"To get laid." He say simply, crushing my heart (again) with three simple words. 

He is a hustler, he's no good at all. 
He lies, he bluffs, he's unreliable. 

"What about me?" I ask him, speed walking to catch up. He put a cigarette to his lips, lighting it, not bothering to look at me. 

"You're just another girl. Another body for me to toy with." He says, and I freeze, tears falling down my cheeks for the thousandth time.  

He is a killer just for fun.
That man's a snitch and unpredictable
He's got no conscience, he got none.   

I wipe my eyes and I rush to his side again, gripping his arm, forcing him to stop. I push him to face me and as I'm raising my palm, his hand flies to tightly grip my throat. He squeezes hard enough to make me cough, but not hard enough to cut off my air. 

"Run along little girl. You have no idea who you're fucking dealing with." He hisses, a blackness in his eyes that scares and excites me at the same time. He releases me, and I collapse to the concrete. I hold my throat as he turns back into the bar, opening the door with a slam. 

Mama I'm in love with a criminal.
And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical.
Mama please don't cry, I will be alright.
All reason aside I just can't deny, love the guy.

Tears rush down my cheeks as I stand on shaky legs, forcing myself away from the tatty bar on the corner. I find myself back in my apartment, in the bathroom, crying. I sit there, taking my razor and sliding it across my wrist. I bandage myself when I hear a knock on the door. I swing open my door and gasp. Standing there, completely casually is Dan, his shirt splattered in blood, and a box in his hand. 

"Saw this on some lady, thought it would suit you." He says, letting himself in and tossing the box to me. 

"Dan please tell me she just gave this to you." I plead, quickly shutting the door. 

"I slit her throat, and her husbands too. Sorry for the children." He says, plopping himself on my could. I gasp again, choking back tears. 

"Oh my...oh my god Dan, they had children? Why the fuck would you do this?" I cry throwing the box down, and Dan stands, in front of me in a second. His eyes remain dark as he glowers down at me. I shrink under his glare when he raises his hand and backhands me. I fall to the floor because of the force. I press my palm to my stinging cheek. 

"All I do for you, and all I do for us, and this is the thanks I get." He hisses, making his way back to the couch. I stand on wobbly legs and I cautiously approach him, and I stand off to the side before working up the courage to speak. 

"D-do you want me to cl-clean you up?" I stammer softly, and he nods once. I race to get the cleaning supply's and I approach him carefully. 

"A-and your shirt?" I ask and he pulls it off over his head, revealing his chest. My heart skips a beat at the sight of him as I turn to wash his shirt. I return to in front of him and I begin attending to the deep cuts on his left cheek. I wipe the blood away and I disinfect the rag before dabbing the wound. He jerks back slightly and I mutter out an apology. I wipe away the blood on his hands, he glances up at me, his eyes, for once, their beautiful shade of brown instead of black. He opens the box in his hands to reveal a beautiful diamond necklace. I gasp as he reaches around my neck to fasten it. 

"Dan...it's beautiful...I just wish you didn't murder people to get it." I say softly and he stands, making his way to the laundry room without answering me. 

"Why is it so clean?" I wonder out loud, I mean she was wearing it when he killed her. 

"I cleaned it for you." He answers back, slipping on the slightly damp shirt before making his way to the door. 

"Wait, where are you going?" I ask him and he smirks, his eyes darkening. 

"To get laid." 

 But mama I'm in love with a criminal.
And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical.
Mama please don't cry, I will be alright.
All reason aside I just can't deny, love the guy.