Sunrise // a Bastille Dan Smith fanfic

21. What have you gotten yourself into?

Aurora's POV

I called Dan anyways, hoping he could at least chat for a minute or two, knowing Kyle would be late anyways. So I call him, but to my surprise Kyle's face pops up onto my laptop screen. I smile, "Hey!"

"Aurora! Hello!" He responds back. "Oh-by the way I love that cat shirt you're wearing."

"Haha thanks Kyle I love-" I say as Dan storms in and immediately shoves Kyle, shouting at him. Our webcams may be shitty (we have the same laptop by the way) but I could tell that his body was black and blue, his lip was split and he had been crying. He kept shouting at Kyle, I've never seen him like this, and honestly it was horrifying.
"Danny?" I say softly, trying to hold back my tears.

He looks me dead in the eyes and forcefully shuts the laptop, this makes me jump a little. Leaving me in a shocked and confused state. I say there, trying to hold back the tears.
"What happened to my happy Dan? Who left him in this state?"

I tuck myself into my bed and text him endlessly, asking whether if he's okay or not. I gave up on texting and calling, he obviously didn't have his phone on him seeing as my texts and calls were left unanswered.

I stare at the ceiling, my thoughts overtaking my mind. I had this impulse to drive to Leeds right now, but that's unrealistic. I have classes tomorrow, and I'd never make it back to London anyways.

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Two weeks pass and no contact from Dan or Kyle. He obviously needs some space, he would leave me alone for that time too. He would probably contact me today or tomorrow.

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I was wrong, it's Thursday now and I've been non-stop texting Kyle and Dan. Neither of them answered my texts. I don't have any classes on Saturday so I'm going to go down to Leeds myself and see what the hell is going on. Because I'm worried about him. It's been nearly two weeks since we've last spoken. But the only things I could get out of him were either an "okay", "yes" and an "I'm fine".

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It is now Friday night, I have convince myself of not going to Leeds because honestly it is one of my stupid impulsive decisions. I've convinced myself that he's okay, fine, healthy, eating properly, he's probably lost his chargers and he is putting all his focus all on his studies-which I completely understand.

But there's another side of me telling me that he's not okay, he's still in the state that he was when he was screaming at Kyle, ever since that day I couldn't get the image of my Danny all bloodied and bruised out of my head.

Eventually, I gave in and got into my car, giving into my impulsive side and driving to Leed's to see Dan.

I still remember his room number, 102, the first day of Uni he video chatted me and he said that I could come down anytime. And he wouldn't let me speak about anything else if I didn't write it down somewhere.

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So it's 12am (I told you it was an impulsive decision) I was stood outside his door, hesitant to knock on it. I read the piece of paper about a hundred times, making sure I had the right dorm number.

As I go to knock the door swings open, revealing Dan, he was skinnier and he reeked of smoke and alcohol. A cigarette hung off his lips. His bruises were faded but I can tell he's been in a few fights. I can tell he's been putting off sleeping, the bags under his eyes were a big giveaway.

Oh Danny, what have you gotten yourself into.

I stood there, I stood there like an idiot, the things I wanted to say we're lost somewhere in between my brain and my mouth.

"A-Aurora?" He stutters, the cigarette in his mouth drops to the floor. I don't know what to do, so I run-yes I run. My heart is beating fast, I could hear Dan running after me in the distance, telling me to stop.

I find myself on the stairs of the campus, my legs give up so I sit down on the steps. My head in my hands.

What happened to him?

What happened to the boy I grew up with? The happy boy that would radiate a toothy grin 24/7.

I don't recognise even him anymore. His electric blue eyes didn't spark like they used to, his so pale, and he's definitely been putting off eating and sleeping. His gotten skinnier, and his hair flops onto his face. He's so lifeless.

What happened to you Danny?

[[ Heyy readers!

New chapter, still going on with the depressing theme (sorry).

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