Wake me up. Dan X reader

Fireworks

Trigger warning, talk of self harm, I'm sorry I didn't realise that I hadn't put this here earlier.

SMUT WARNING!!!

The days flew by and it was Christmas eve. This is going to be a long day. You're all going to see a firework display together and stay up until midnight. Crowds. There would be crowds. But you have Dan with you.

You look over at your Christmas dress. Purple velvet and black lace. You sigh happily. Tap, tap, tap. By now you and Dan had been communicating in this way for weeks. Three taps means I love you.

You tap back. You look at your phone.

Dan: Guess what

Y/N: What

Dan: Guess!

Y/N: Ok, ummmmmm... I have no clue.

Dan: Fine, I love you!

Y/N: I know I just wanted you to say it! I love you also!

Dan: Tally ho old boy,

Dan: Chin chin

Dan: Pip pip

Y/N: Stahp!

Dan: 😉

Y/N: Wow

Dan: I know

Y/N: I do too.

To decide to leave it at that otherwise your phone may commit suicide.

You don't know why but you're feeling very depressed. The world seems monochrome. People seem like dolls and you feel like paper; you're fragile, drawn on and tearing under the weight of things.

You look at your phone, your mother has been sending angry texts, first about how Dan talked to Jim. Then about you. Her verbal abuse cut through you like a hot knife through cold ice.

You don't tell Dan, you don't want to upset him. You also for some reason want to defend your mother. You're like her puppet and she's tightening the strings.

Instead you abuse yourself. You see your reflection in the bathroom mirror. You punch it. You feel cold blood pouring down your finger and hear it splash onto the tiles. You slump down against the bath and look around you. Glass, blood, pills and soap surround you.

Your knuckles are shredded and bloody. You've cut your arm and your leg. On your neck there is a large gash from the glass. "Shit" you mutter.

Dan will see you tonight. At least your dress has long sleeves. You quickly rush around and clean up. In doing so you cut your hands even more. You wipe down your body and look at the floor. Lots of blood. You mop it all up and put the cloths on the fire so that no one sees.

You spend the rest of the day watching anime shaking at the thought of Dan seeing you.

You look at the clock, 7pm. Dan was coming at 8.

You calm yourself down and prepare yourself.

Slipping into your dress and pulling on nude tights you breathe steadily. You brush your hair and apply some lipstick. You put on slip on flats and walk over to answer the door. You instantly smile when you see Dan. The cut on your neck was at the side and hidden by your hair.

"You ready Y/N?" Dan asked quietly.

You nod and take his arm. Phil quickly joins you and you all begin talking about the fireworks.

"Y/N, you don't have to worry about the crowds. I won't let you go." Dan whispered as if reading your mind.

"Thank you Dan, for everything" you whisper back. He squeezed your hand slightly.

When you arrived at Hyde park there were easily a thousand people there. You saw people pointing at you and mouthing your name. Fans. You delved into the crowd and found your friends. Zoe and Alfie were hugging. Joe was talking to Louise and Darcy was sleeping.

Phil sped up and ran over to Caspar leaving you and Dan alone. Dan grips your hand tightly and pulls you through the crowd like a battering ram.

You meet Phil and everyone just as the fireworks start. You snuggle into Dan and he wraps his arms around you.

Bang, fizz... Bang, fizz over and over. At some point you both stop looking at the fireworks and you look at each other.

"I want you Y/N, I always have." Dan whispered in your ear. Your skin prickled where you felt his breath.

Your eyes widened.

"I want you too." You whisper back.

Half way through the show Dan stood up and offered his hand to you. You take it and follow him back to the apartment giggling like children.

He opens the door and shakes of his coat you throw yours over the couch. He grabs your hips, you cup his face. You feel his hands explore your body. You kiss him over and over. Your making your way over to his room. Hands, lips, heat. He grasps your zip and slowly undoes your dress. You unbutton his shirt and trace his chest with your fingers. He pulls off your dress and slides off your tights gently. He lifts you up onto his bed and climbs on top of you. You kiss him. He kisses all over your body. He reaches your neck and stops. He looks up at you.

"What happened?" He said climbing off you.

"It's nothing." You say quietly.

Dan looks you up and down searching you for cuts. He sees them all.

"okay, I punched a mirror." You mumble.

He goes over to you and kisses you again.

You kiss him back. He cups your face and goes back to your neck.

He pulls off your underwear. And his.

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A/N

Yes I wrote smut for the first time. Oh god, I lost my smut virginity if you will. I don't want to write, smutty smut so I left it there. We all know where it was going.