Chapter 30: Nope

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  After you get home from your "magical" adventure you flip onto your bed and stare into the ceiling. Your mind wanders to a new uncharted territory.

We are small beings on a huge planet that's zooming through space in a colossal solar system. That colossal solar system is in a huge Galaxy. That galaxy is in the infinite universe. What if our "infinite" universe a small drop of water in another dimension?

Nothing we do is significant. Why do we do anything at all? Why do we exist?

Nope nope nope

Too deep.

Nooooooo.

You sit up and bunch your long hair in your hands and scream out. You hear pounding down the stairs and pattering in the corridor. The door opens and (Y/F/N) comes in.

"I heard screaming are you alright?"

"Yeah. I'm fine just went too deep in my thoughts.

"Okay are you sure you're all good? I'm really worried about you lately."

"Don't worry (Y/F/N) I'm fine."

She turns around and leaves, shutting the door behind her. You knew exactly what you have to do. You get up and grab the leather pants you bought ironically. You slide them onto your legs that are so skinny from not eating and running around so much. You grab a black tee from your dresser. After rummaging around your closet for a few moments you find some black flip flops and head downstairs.

Dan.

Dan.

Dan.

That's all you could possibly think.

You leave your flat and then knock on their door. You were in such desperate need for the boy that's so socially awkward it makes you feel better about yourself. You need the boy who's eyes seem bright even in the darkness. You need the boy who loved you more than he loves the Internet. You need Daniel James Howell.

The flat door opens and Phil was standing in the doorframe.

"Where's Dan?"

"He's gonna be home in ten minutes. What's going on?"

"I need him back." You say.

"What are you saying? I been covering your tracks for days and now you want him back? You needy to make up your mind (Y/N)"

"I love him. I need him."

He steps to the side and let's you in. You run to Dan's room. His room still was dark and only lit by the light from the hallway. You sit on his bed. The smell of his sheets make you calm down. You sit with your legs hanging over the foot of the bed. Then the door downstairs opens. Voices float up the stairs. Then you hear heavy feet come into the hallways outside Dan's room. Then the footsteps stop and a 6'3 silhouette was in the doorway.

A hand slams on the lights. How you could fully see a very pissed off Dan.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Please just let me speak." 

"Get the hell out of my flat!"

You have to think quick. You can't lose this opportunity.

"Dan--"

"GET OUT!" He screams.

He grabs a bottle of Axe body spray and throws it at you. The bottle connects with your collar bone. You look at Dan and there is no regret in his eyes.

What have you done?

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