Ever After 《Dan x Reader》|| danisnotonfire

I: Belabour

Under what circumstances will Dan make sure he has the relationship he wants?

Copyright @phandelionphil on Wattpad 2016.
This book won't start with you.. ik weird right?! But it just has to start with Dan so the plot makes more sense from the beginning :)
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Belabour (bē lā'bur) To beat; to scold; to spend too much time on

-dan-
I grudged out of the haze my mind has been left in. I've just noticed I've been staring at my computer aimlessly for almost three hours. Watching the scene unfold in front of me. I was always here, just in case something happened overnight.

I had taken a job as night security at my flat in the better part of London, it was expensive and I got some of my rent cut off just for working night shifts and to watch the cameras in the building. I did some maintenance work here and there but that was only on the occasion.

I looked toward the screen and minimised the running footage. I always took it home in the early morning to check it over before giving it back to the manager.

I stretched in my chair, moving the hair out of my eyes before opening up the solitaire game on the computer. I usually played this until the other guy–Hunter, came into work the day shift.

I knew he'd be showing up very soon so I took all the tapes and put new ones into the machine, writing the day, area, and time on each of the tapes, I heard the front door jingle and Hunter was here to take over. I grabbed all my tapes and put them in my bag, I grabbed my keys and got out of the chair to head upstairs.

I smiled at Hunter as he went to sit down, waving slightly to acknowledge him. I turned on my heel and walked to the elevator. Right before I pushed the button, it flung open and a man shoved me out of the way and slammed outside, making sure to shut the glass doors hard.

I looked at him in confusion, putting my thoughts of him aside, I walked into the elevator that's been waiting. I paced around the elevator waiting to go all the way up to my floor, when I realised we were stopping on the third floor.

A young woman, about my age bursted in and pressed the button to go down again. She stood in the opposite corner of me and was fidgeting profusely. Tapping her feet as she waited for me to head up to my floor.

I pressed the button to close the door and it surged with energy as it headed up a floor. I felt this gaze on me as I looked up to be stared into with a pair of icy blue eyes. Her dark brown hair and pale skin being an almost complete contrast to her eyes. Making them stand out.

I would be lying if I didn't say she was beautiful. She was. I recognised her but I don't know where from. I knew she left the building frequently and she worked during the late morning at the hospital as a receptionist.

I could tell she was going to work because all jewellery was off of her body, evidence of her ears being pierced shown due to a slight redness on her ear lobes. Her hands were bright red and look like they have been scrubbed profusely.

Her hair in a tight ponytail and she was wearing a pair of scrubs with small blue butterflies on them. She smiled lightly at me as I heard the elevator ding which signalled me that I would be leaving her presence.

I stepped out of the elevator and the doors closed immediately. I looked at the painting outside the elevator. It was a picture by the late Hurk Blaten. He was a local in this part of town and died about twenty or so years ago. It was a beautiful painting.

The picture showed a man, peering through the crack of a door to only see a woman, getting into the bath. I never knew why I liked it so much but everyday, I would stop and look at it. Admiring the brush strokes and colours that were used to create such a beautiful piece of art.

I came to my senses and walked towards my room. It was at the end of the hall which made me have a huge balcony looking out over London. As I approached the door, I grabbed my keys out of my front pocket, then making a slight jingling sound as they all clanked together. I heard the lock click as I opened the door soon after.

I set down my jacket and headed up the first set of stairs to the loft I had, which housed my spare bed and the office. I took the tapes out of the bag I had and set one of them into the ancient vcr player. As I waited for the tape to load. My gaze roamed the room for any dust or dirt, which I hated.

As the tapes turned on, I shifted my gaze to all four tapes that were playing at once. As I watched all the tapes, I couldn't help but notice the girl I saw in the elevator, in the tape I could see she was beautiful.

In one tape I saw her walking into the elevator, another I saw her down the hallway from behind, an another; was her being yelled at by some guy who left shortly before she did.

I saw her wipe her eyes and she just didn't look happy at all about the situation that just unfolded in front of her. I saw her walk towards the elevator soon after and that's when I realised I needed to know this girl.

Her hair was something I shouldn't seem jealous of but I secretly was. My eyes burned when I looked into her piercing blue eyes. They reminded me of my best friend Phil's.

I rewound the tapes and wanted to know what room she was in. I saw she was in room 304, which meant she was directly under my room. I remembered the painting in the hallway. When I thought of it, I could only think of her. I went to my bathroom, grabbed a small drill I had for small things like screws and fixing stuff within the building, and I started drilling.

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Well, I really hope you like this book.

I've never ever really written or thought of doing a danxreader book ever. I really only got the idea from @hanisnotonfire07 who is currently writing Louder. I binge-read it for three days and you'd absolutely love it. (even tho hannah doesn't know me @ all I adore her and she's only a year younger than me so I hope writing tips from her would be gr8!) which I am gratefully willing to ask for!

I'm currently writing this book while I have no data. So i may only update twice a month or once a week if I remember. But this only took me three hours to write so I hope you really enjoy even though it's probably the crappiest writing you've read of mine.

This is a long A/N, but it'll get better an five had this all mapped out for a long time! And don't worry. Phil and Dan live together still but in a different flat.

I am from Canada so please expect certain words like bacon, ham, moose, goose, polar bear, Canadarm and, beluga.

Don't hate on my Canadianess but I don't like it here rn. It's too cold.

IF PEOPLE FROM SCHOOL FIND THIS ILL SHOOT YOU WITH MY POTATO GUN AND SIC MY PET ANTELOPE ON u.

-Taylor （＾ν＾）♡