And that was it. Bastille Fanfic.

Chapter 6: Service Burger

"You didn't hear any of that, did you..." Dan says slowly.

"No, no, I didn't" you say in panic, and rush upstairs.

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Your stomach turns as the contents of your stomach back fires and splashes into the toilet. You groan each time you heave, dreading the next heave. Your sight begins to blur as wet drops of tear rolls down your cheeks.

"Why..." you manage to whisper.

"Wh-" a stampede of puke drowns your mouth as it shoots out your mouth. You are disgusted with yourself.

"fxck" you whisper. A thousand thoughts run through your head...

"It must have been the burger I had at the services" you think. Waves of unsteadyness begin to overwhelm your body as you try to stay concious...

"(Y/NAME) , (Y/NAME)" a voice shouts, accompanied by a series of rhythmic knocks on the door. "Let...me...IN!" an subtle yet angry toned voice says as the door is knocked down. You begin to open your eyes and groan. A cold, soft hand firmly strokes your forehead.

"(y/name), I thought something bad had happend!"

"I had a dodgy burger for lunch, and it made me ill."

"Ooh...so it wasn't what happend earlier?"

"Dan, I heard. Okay?"

Dan doesn't turn red this time. He leans in towards you, not taking his eyes off you.

"(y/name) what did you hear" he whispers in your ear as Dan's arms wrap around your waist and brings you up. You're leant against the toilet.

"You'll look fine. I promise." you reasure Dan as he gets back into his sences and smiles at you.