"He ran out about ten minutes ago, listen if he is pissed off at you for Tom being here. Then fuck him. He needs to understand he can't hold a grudge against him. He has to talk to him, make it known that he is yours and that Tom has no chance." Luke said. Luke was cool to have as a friend. He told things like they were. He had that raw sense of humor, and style. I enjoyed his rawness in his videos. Delirious sat with us. "(y/n), so Tom just showed me pictures of you to Jordan.." Delirious whispered. "What? What pictures?" I said, thinking back. I never sent him any pictures. "Well.. uh.. He is telling him that you sent dirty pictures to him? And apparently he can photo shop very well too.. He put your face on there." Delirious continued. "Are you fucking kidding me." I said. I felt like my whole world was being crushed. What if Daniel heard about it? Oh god. This is start drama. "Hold on. I'll handle this." I said getting up. Luke pulls me back on the couch. "What. Don't stop me.." I said firmly. "Find Daniel first, and then we can deal with him later. Believe me. That would be the best thing to do. If Daniel heard, you might want to calm him down. Trust me, me and the guys are going to deal with Tom." I ran out to find Daniel while Luke and the others dealt with Tom.
I called Daniel's phone. Nothing. I called three more times. Straight to voicemail. I called Ryan. Nothing. Called Ryan a few more times, and straight to voicemail. I started to freak out. My chest was caving in. I was in Pax, spinning around, looking for them. It felt like everyone was talking about me. I could all the voices. I just sat on the ground crying. My chest was caving in. I couldn't breathe. I didn't hear anything. I blocked everything and everyone out. My vision got blurry. All I could hear was a song, faint, but I could hear it.
♩Where are you now? Where are you now? Was it all in my fantasy? Where are you now? Were you only imaginary?♩
YOU ARE READING
He has a hold on me. (Daniel Kyre x Reader)
FanficThis is a fan fiction of Daniel Kyre x Reader. I had a friend, who was close to me, when I was in eighth grade, he hung himself. He was in Highschool, and grew up with my sister. I used him for motivation to continue acting, and make his memory con...