Ever After 《Dan x Reader》|| danisnotonfire

IX: Distraction

I am all written up until chapter 20 so I'll probably continue writing this and editing while I have time :):) which I won't now because of volleyball:(:(:(:(:(

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Distraction-to be occupied by something constantly. Not being able to focus

-dan-

"Dan get the fuck up."

I groaned in response as a bright beam of light hit my face. Hearing the voice I hated to hear in the morning.

"Fuck off Phil, I wanna sleep." I pouted as I pulled the blankets over my head. Not wanting to wake up just yet.

"Dan, you need to get out of the house. It's been two weeks since you last saw Y/N. And she hasn't talked to you at all. I think your going into a heartbreak type of depression. And I densely don't like it." Phil explained, pulling the blanket off of the bottom of the bed, exposing my feet to the cold chill of morning London air.

It was now the middle of October and my window was still open god damn it. I sat up and pushed myself towards the heaping pile of clothing in the corner of my room. Seeing I've got a couple weeks of laundry to do.

I throw in a pair of jeans and a jumper before heading to the bathroom to brush my teeth, meeting Phil in there already.

"Phil! I wanna brush my teeth alone." I groan as I grabbed the small brush and started brushing them.

As I finished my morning routine, I saw phil putting in his shoes and I was slightly confused.

"Uh, where are we going?" I curled my eyebrows up, seeing him grabbing his keys and phone. Both putting them in his coat pockets.

"We're going over to Chris and PJ's for a bit, they invited us over and I though we might as well go, only because you need some other socialisation than me and Hunter." Phil rambled, as if he prepared it like he knew I was going to say that.

Who was I kidding, he knew I would say it.

I grabbed my phone before following phil out the door and to the elevator.

This elevator has a lot of memories, the time that I helped Y/N in the elevator because she wasn't very keen on them, the countless times I've seen her storm out of it, on her way to work. But most of all, the most vivid ones are the ones where we were together as friends. We truly were good friends and I didn't know why her.

As it opened, I ran into a figure, a head of dark brown hair and fair skin. As I looked up, I knew it was her. There Y/N was, in my arms. I wrapped my arms around whatever I ran into and she softened under my touch as she ran into me.

She looked absolutely terrible. She had bandages all over her face and bruises all over. The most recent change was the cast on her bottom left foot, her in crutches and the cast filled with signatures and her trying to walk without them for a little bit at a time obviously.

"What happened? I swear to-" I started. Completely flustered knowing Y/B/N did this.

"Dan. It's fine-" she tried to calm me down. Putting her hands on my chest, trying her hardest.

"No Y/N! I can't fucking live with you being hurt all the fucking time, I love you enough to care." I angrily breathed out, her softening under my touch, almost like she was impacted by my words.

"Dan-" she tried to speak. I cut her off by angrily attaching her lips to mine. Her reacting immediately and accepting the kiss.