Ever After 《Dan x Reader》|| danisnotonfire

17: Obsessed

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-dan-

There was a constant amount of clicking coming from my bedroom. I couldn't sleep tonight and it was currently half past two in the morning. Mindlessly browsing tumblr and the Internet.

Y/N went home for a few days, she needed to work out some stuff with Y/B/N and get the rest of his stuff out of her flat, making it difficult as he doesn't live there anymore.

I myself as her boyfriend offered to help but she didn't allow it. She needed to do this on her own.

I shut my laptop as it had died and got up, pulling on a shirt and jeans. I grabbed my jacket and left the flat, plugging my headphones into my ears as I turned up the playlist as it shuffled in my ears.

The air was bitter and cold, no wind to whip around me which made it better to walk around.

I didn't even know where I was headed, the street lamps emitting a soft yellow glow on the pavement in front of me, before turning into darkness only to be hit by another bright spot where the light had concentrated.

The traffic was slow moving. Not many cabs were out and about, not many cars. It made one of the biggest cities in the world seem dead.

I was the only one on the streets.

I shoved my hands in my pockets and continued to walk around the blocks of London. To be honest, I didn't even know where I was, I decided to continue going straight to somewhere where I used to go when we first got here in London. Somewhere where Phil and I called our secret spot. If we were nowhere to be found, that's where we would be.

We haven't used it much in the past year but I've been here once or twice, making an appearance only to see how the place was keeping up.

It was an abandoned rail car, its tires were off and in the middle of a lot, most likely a landmark attraction for the homeless for a good night as Phil and I have stashed food in there, helping in a twisted way.

As I approached the rail car, I saw a man sitting outside by a fire, I smiled at him when he looked at me. Slightly disheveled and dirty. I stepped in the car and saw that nothing had been taken, everything was basically how we left it.

I remember when I brought my last girlfriend here, she said I was crazy and hit me. That's when I told her about my childhood.

When I was a child, I never really played with other kids, I usually stayed by myself. Leaving me with my thoughts. This led to me obsessing over a bunch of people and what they did on a daily basis. There was this one boy in particular.

His name was Steven McAlche, he was one of the more popular kids in my grade. He used to pick on kids like me and what made it worse was he was my neighbour. So it was easy for me to find out all about him. I used to wait for him to leave home first, me following behind. Wait for him to leave school, me following behind.

I felt as if I was a part of him. I knew the side that after he left Matthew he talked to himself about his family issues. He was gay, he just couldn't let anyone else know that because at my school it was very segregated between the sexualities and gender identities. If you identified as something other than what you looked like or what your parents view on gay marriage was. You were an outcast.

He brought a different side to the community we lived in, he didn't care about others opinions and even though he hated me, we shared some special moments together in high school.

Matthew was my first ever crush and kiss. He made me find out that I was in fact bisexual, not caring what my parents thought. Knowing my sexuality didn't matter to them and the rest of my family.

Matthew and I even dated for a while. I thought after a while I could tell him of my ways and how I knew everything about him. You could say I enjoy a routine. I once called him out for not showering within the timeframe he usually showered every night.

He called me funny and wanted to know how I knew that or that I was just joking. But it bothered me knowing he hasn't showered yet and I completely lost it.

I got so mad and started pushing him into the bathroom attached to his bedroom, him refusing and wondering why in the hell I was doing that. Not understanding the meaning behind it and why I continued to talk and say he needed to shower.

He finally sat me down, wanting to know what was wrong. And that's when I told him everything.

About the life I've lived.

The continuous bullying.

The facts.

He didn't even hear all of it before he shoved me onto the floor, pushing me into it and started hitting me. Tears furiously falling from his eyes as he spoke.

He called me a creep.

To get out.

To leave that town.

and then I did.

I moved to Manchester before moving here with Phil.

And that's when it started to get real bad.

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Ayeeee creepy Dan chapter!!

Kinda actually. I suck at writing :(((

Well I'm writing this on September 20th so yeah I haven't slept a lot lately and have been falling asleep at 11 pm and waking up at 2 am and staying up all day