One Shots ; D.H

Remember

"Do you remember the first time you told me you loved me?" You whisper through the thick air of the basement you're in.

"Why?" Dan's eyebrows knit together in the cute way they always do.

"I just want to make sure you didn't forget about it and never will." You smirk.

He scratches his head, fixing his fringe for the fourth time tonight.

"Well yes, I remember. Christmas Eve two years ago."

You wake up immediately, gasping for air. At first you're confused. Is this reality? Or am I dreaming?

But then reality sets in and so does everything else.

You pound your fists into the bed sheets angrily. Why do you keep having these dreams about him? It's over. It has been over for a while.

But fuck do you miss him. It hurts to admit that to yourself but it's true.

Tears start to fall down your cheeks as you look at the time. Its nearly 2:00 a.m.

It feels like you've been fighting this battle for a long time. You don't want to think about all the good times you've had together. Afraid that you'll break again.

Nothing will change. This will keep happening and all you'll do is fight it. But you're done fighting it. Fighting the memories, the thoughts.

So you close your eyes again, and think back to when you were most happy.

*flashback*

The lights strung around the house are beautiful and extremely festive. Perfect for Christmas vibes.

You decided to go to a Christmas Eve party with Dan and a couple other friends.

You've been together for a while now but the 'L' word hadn't been brought up yet. In retrospect, it's not really something you have to think about or feel pressured to say.

When it happens it happens. It could take years but that's okay. But right now, all you can think about is that stupid 'L' word.

Maybe it was because Jane had said something about it a couple days prior. Something like, "if he doesn't tell you that he loves you then he isn't the right one."

Now that's a completely opinionated statement but it stuck to you. Made you question yourself a lot.

But tonight is about celebrating. About gift giving and joy.

The night goes by slowly, sipping on cold beer and nibbling small appetizers.

It isn't until Secret Santa comes along that things get interesting.

Jane is the first person to present her gift, not surprisingly. She sits on the far side of the room, beside Pj. Dan sits a few people away, only because two other people have stolen the spots to your sides.

People exchange gifts and laugh about what they've received but sadly, no one has given you anything yet, that is, until Dan taps on your shoulder.