Wake me up. Dan X reader

Elise Rosaline Davis

The next few parts are just about Phil (mainly) you'll understand why in the future. :p

Another dreary English afternoon, I've fallen back into routine. August has been hectic, the trial, the events and the break up.

Dan has no idea. No one does.

I do have a life, away from him. Some people don't believe that, they are stupid. I don't require Dan's presence in order to be noticed, without me 'Danisnotonfire' would not exist. None of this would exist.

No job, no book, no fans, no friends, no tours and no Y/N.

I sometimes wonder what it would be like now, if I never hit that upload button. Me and Dan live through the internet, none of this would have happened. Maybe Dan and Y/N would have never met, if they did they wouldn't be engaged now. They would need time, lots of time to get to know each other. If they didn't know who the other was, they might have never even perused any further relationship.

Everything happened because of me.

If I didn't persuade Dan to make a channel, none of our life would work out.

It's all because of me.

I get no credit for that.

None...

Last year, I met a girl.

Her name was Y/N.

I never thought I felt anything towards her.

Then, in late December I realised something...

I was infact, very much in love with her.

However, her eyes were on another man.

My best friend no less.

When I kissed her, I ruined everything for him.

It felt wrong, in a good way.

I hurt him.

I hurt him a lot.

So he hurt me...

Things got worse.

Then eventually things got better, after an eternity.

I never thought I could love someone else.

I never wanted to.

Then I met Elise.

She changed everything.

Her crystal blue eyes, her black wavy hair, her soft pink lips and her dimpley smile.

We met for the first time in the snow.

It was a cold, January evening when I decided to go for a walk. I needed time to think, I was still a mess from Y/N's harsh words of rejection. Despite the fact that that was in the past, I kept going over my clouded memories of all the times I could have stolen a kiss or two. Or told her my feelings, before she fell for Dan.

The snow covered the cars and trees with a blanket of soft, white powder.

Tears stung my eyes as they rolled away one by one.

Then I saw her, she stood there. Still like a statue her eyes met mine.

We stared for a while in silence.

We stepped closer slowly and waved awkwardly.

She smiled, so did I.

We laughed at our awkward encounter and began talking.

She was a nurse, 26 years of age, her full name is Elise Rosaline Davis and she was gorgeous...

When she spoke her voice enveloped me in a warm blanket of kindness, at least that's what I thought it was.

It's bizarre how one's cold heart can be camouflaged and hidden in faux good nature.