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Chapter Eighty

DAN'S P.O.V:

"How did it go?", Phil shouts from the lounge, just as I am about to leave.
My response is slamming the door behind me and storming out of the house.

Mid way, I realize that what I just did was stupid. No, it wasn't. Well kind of. But not really.

My thoughts are completely mixed up all the way to my destination.

I think I have the right to be annoyed. She just doesn't take our relationship as serious as I do. And obviously I can't judge her for not wanting to settle down, obviously.
I just don't feel like we were on the same page anymore.

I go into the café, place an order and sit down.
My heart broke when she said she wouldn't marry me any time soon and only maybe in the future. I can't stop thinking about it while I try to erase the screenshot of the wedding ring I sent to Phil a while back from my memories.

YOUR P.O.V:

"Why? He can't blame me for not wanting children with my boyfriend of like 8 months?", I exclaim.
"No, obviously not. It's just- um, bad timing because- um, ok you have to talk through this with Dan. I'm not about to get involved in this."
I sigh: "You're right. But I'm not the one running after him, I didn't do anything wrong after a-"
"Stop! You guys both have to get it together and that's not the first time I have to say that to solve a stupid fight. Just talk to him."
I groan in response: "Fine."

Grabbing my stuff and Dan's phone, I leave the flat and make my way to where I think he went.

And much later, I see him in the café we first met at with a blank expression, starring into his coffee.

Seeing him like this reminds me of the time Alfie told him that Joe was better for me. It reminds me of the sadness I felt every time I looked at him or brushed against his big sweater. It reminds me of the fact that I don't want us to fight, ever. But somehow it always happens.

I mean it's normal for couples to fight and we do have quite a few little fights, like when he won't kill a moth or is loud when I want to sleep.
But when we fight, we fight. And I don't know if I can handle big fights like this all the time.

Speaking of time, it is right about time to step into the café.
Right when I do so, a few faces turn to me, making me walk faster to the table Dan sits at.
I place myself opposite him, put his phone on the table, see him unlock it and put it right in front of me.

Dan: "Ok, Phil. How do you think she'll like this one? It's probably almost as perfect as she is, isn't it?"
I read the text to Phil and look at the photo attached to it, showing a silver ring with a small diamond on it.

"Dan...", I begin, "I didn't know."
He shrugs.
"Why didn't you talk to me about this?"
Shrugging.
"Why can't you at least talk now?"
Sigh.
"Guess I'm done here-", I say standing up but quickly get pulled down by him.

He clears his throat before talking: "I don't know, babe. I just thought you would say yes, I guess."
"That's not how it works."
"I know."
"Obviously not. Did you really want to propose after eight months of dating?"
"Yes."
"You're crazy some times."
"Thanks."
"Don't one-word-answer me."
"What the fuck am I supposed to say? Oh, sorry for wanting to marry you?"
"Oh my gosh. Here we go again. Don't be sorry for that, be sorry for not talking to me about it."
"Ok."
"Daniel."
"Ok. I'm sorry for being stupid and too enthusiastic and naive about our relationship. I am really sorry, I should've talked to you."
"Was that really that hard?", I roll my eyes and can't help but smile anyway.
"Yes, because I still want to marry you.", he says with an idiotic smirk.
"Babe, I am not even joking with y-", I begin but get interrupted by him putting his finger on my lips and kissing me.