And that was it. Bastille Fanfic.

Chapter 18: Run

You run.

And you don't stop.

Your backpack doesn't even weigh you down, being under the weight of all this. Your mind is completely empty, but it is full of Dan. Just Dan. You don't even think about your family, your other friends or even yourself.

A sickening feeling has taken over your whole body, eating away at you. It's a horrible feeling - it makes you want to cry.

Blisters begin to rub against your feet as they slam to the hard ground each time you take a step. People are dodging you as you run by, you aren't noticing them.

Suddenly, you see a familiar person. Tallish, dark quiff...denim jacket...

"DAN" you yell at the top of your lungs.

"Daniel!"

He turns around, revealing an unknown face. And it seems like thay denim jacket is actually a red hoodie and this man is bald.

"Oh, sorry..." you say.

You keep running...