aesthetic. (dan howell)

nineteen

blackaesthetic: are they gone yet.

danisnotonfire: Yes, you can come out now, my friends are gone.
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I looked up, the couch that I was sitting in squeaking a bit. I smiled as she crept out of my bedroom door and into the hallway. I chuckled a bit, a frown forming in her face.

"They were really loud." She said, her voice soft and gentle. I smiled even brighter, staring into her cleary-green eyes. Something inside of me wanted to smile and stare at her until she smiled to. She covered her mouth with her hand, a deep, red blush rising in her cheeks. I spread out my arms, closing my eyes and smiling. I heard footsteps trail towards me, then the warmth of her being cuddling on top of mine. I wrapped my arms around her back, pressing her head against my chest.

"Damian wants to know if we want to go to a house party tomorrow." I said, feeling the abrupt stop in her breathing patters. She looked up, her eyes flickering with nervousness.

"You don't have to go if you don't want to-"

"No, no, I'm just...I don't know him, is all. It'll be fun, I'm sure." The corners of her mouth tugged upwards, a smile appearing. She pushed up on my chest, standing up off the couch. My body immediately felt cold and uncomfortable. She raked her hand across the top of her scalp, folding all of her hair to one side. She fumbled over to the small bathroom in the hallway, rubbing her eyes.

ROSE:.

I closed the door behind me, locking it. I looked at myself in the mirror, dreading the fact that she would be calling any minute. It wasn't long before I would have to tell someone where I was. Just as I started to run water, my phone began to buzz.

"Shit." I murmured under my breath, looking at the contact name. I haltingly pressed the green button, slowly putting my phone up to my ear.

"Rose Elizabeth Norman! Where the hell have you been? I've been calling you nonstop, texting you, dropping by moms apartment, and now is when you finally fucking answer me? Rose, I'm your sister, and I love you, but I was seriously about to call the police! You had me worried sick! You can't just disappear on me like that!" She rambled. I just let her go on, tears for in the corners of my eyes as she spoke.

"Rose?" She said, waiting for me to respond. "I'm in England." I said softly, not loud enough for anyone to hear.

"What!" She yelled. "England...I'm in England." I sighed, sitting on the counter top, the water still running.

"Are you fucking kidding me? First, what happened with mom, then you disappear, and now you're in fucking England? Of all places, rose! Really!" She paused for a moment, and I awaited the worst.

"You better not be with-" she was cut off with a knock on the bathroom door. "Rose? I'm making tea, do you want any?" I felt terrible.

"Rose!"

"No, I think I'll just go bed after I brush my teeth." I called back. "Okay, I'll lay out some blankets for you." I yelled back a thank you, and waited for his footsteps to become muted.

"Rose. I'm not mad. I just...I don't understand. You could've stayed with me. You could've..."

"If you wouldn't have...if you wouldn't have..." I shook the thought out of my mind.

"I know...but...I needed to get away from you too, Olivia. I'm sorry, but...you remind me so much of her, and...I needed to get away from everyone, everything. I wanted to get as far away as possible." She paused, and waited for her to respond hastily.

"Okay." She said simply. "What?" I said, hoping to get something out of her, anything. The phone clicked. She was gone. And I was left alone, in the bathroom apartment of someone who barley knew me, in a place that was miles and miles away from home, my home. It was only in that moment that I was truly alone. I felt a pit in my stomach form, my heart dropping into it.