When you woke up that next morning you knew something was wrong. You felt it in your gut that something bad was going to happen. You just new it.
You get up and call (Y/F/N) down for breakfast. A few minutes later she comes down. When she walks In to he kitchen you throw a box of Krave at her. You both get bowls and spoons and head into the lounge to watch some BBC.
You switch on the tv and switch to the news. You still feel that nagging thought that something is wrong. Especially when you realise that you're actually turning on the news. You never watch the news. What are you doing?
The broadcaster comes on. She's a Middle Ages woman with blonde hair cut into a stylish bob. She looks blank when she reads the headlines. You wonder how it feels to deliver the horrible news that happens in the world each day. You would honestly hate it.
"Local news" she says
"Last night at 22:00 a car crashed into the docks. Officials say it was a 22 year old man under the influence."
That grabs your attention.
"The man was 22 year old man Aidan McCarthy of London."
Oh. My. God.
You didn't hear anything after that. (Y/F/N) was shaking you and talking but you couldn't hear her. He's actually gone. And you made him mad. He was mad at you when he died. You never got to say sorry.
(Y/F/N) pulls out her phone. She's probably calling Dan and Phil. The world was fuzzy. He's actually dead. This isn't a dream. This was the feeing. This was the badness you were feeling this morning.
Aidan loved you and he died mad because you choose Dan.
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There Are Worse Things I Could Do
Fanfiction(DanXReader) You and your best friend are moving to London and you two end up getting a lot more than you thought.
