Breakaway | d.h

Chapter Nine

"We're moving in together!"

"That's great."

"Aren't you excited? I'm so happy."

"You shouldn't rush this, try to think it over before finalizing anything."

"Too late."

I looked out of the window and at the warm sun beaming through the clouds.

Orange.
Red.

The colours never failed to make my heart glow.

Silver.

Blue.

The day is new yet the problem still stands the same. I was still sad and Lance was still at home, probably steaming mad at me.

"Beautiful, right?" Dan mumbled as he glanced out of the white framed window, where all his dreams lived.

Of course it was beautiful, but he was nicer to look at. I knew what I had to do, though the thought still haunted me. I had to go back home. I turned to Dan and smiled at him briefly. His house would always be home, in my heart.

"Yeah," I mumbled lightly as I collected my thoughts momentarily.

He brought himself to his feet, his grey socks slipping slightly on the cold hard wood floor. Quickly, he gripped the windowsill and balanced himself. I chuckled and shook my head. He was clumsy, but I didn't mind.

"Want to go somewhere today? Or do you want to just relax here?" He asked me and smiled and closed his eyes, letting the morning wind blow through his chocolate curls.

I couldn't help but giggle for the first time in a while and join him at the windowsill. The leaves burned auburn and flew like kites in the breeze. November was just beginning, but it felt like it had been cold forever now.

"Of course I do," I finally made up my mind and changed into a pair of Dan's sweatpants and one of his grey jumpers.

He smiled to himself and pulled the creaky window shut before retreating to the closet to find a decent outfit. Returning shortly after wearing a black t-shirt and some faded blue jeans.

We decided that just a trip to the local coffee shop not far from his house was the best idea, as we didn't get much sleep that night. Dan found his black jacket and we began on our little journey.

We walked beside each other, in complete silence at first.

"Did you sleep okay?" I asked,  trying to fill up the silence with mundane talk.

"It was okay, I had that dream. Remember?" He frowned and hid his left hand in his warm pocket, leaving his right hand dangling in the cold for me to hold.

I accepted his hand into mine, clasping it tightly against my icy skin. We continued to walk silently. Shortly after reaching the front of a coffee shop named "Coffee Culture."

The warm air of the cafe hit my face all at once, causing my cheeks to flush a light shade of red temporarily. I smiled at Dan as we joined the line up. We ordered our drinks, my coffee and Dan's latté, then found a booth near the window where I could watch the traffic go by, car by car.

I sipped at my drink, staring out the window as Dan played with my feet gently under the table. My happiness only lasting temporarily as I heard the cafe door fly open.

A worried employee hurried over to the doorway nervously. Greeting a man who could barely stand up straight.

"Sir are you alright?" She asked in a panic.

"I believe he's just drunk," a young, tall blonde girl slurred next to him.

I turned around in my seat to see the one and only Lance, with a very drunk girl hanging off of his arm. Had he gotten over me that fast? Or was this just another quick fix?

"Should we leave?" Dan asked nervously, tugging on my sleeve gently.

"Too late," I frowned as Lances cold eyes locked with mine.