This Is Your Heart (A Bastille Fan-Fiction)

There is no English Project...

Orla had got a job at a local coffee shop so was at work when Dan came around. "Hi!" he said, walking in and plonking himself on the sofa next to me. "Hey." I answered. "What's up?" he asked, wrapping an arm round my shoulder. "Oh, nothing." I know he's my best friend, but he is still a boy, I think the talk about boys should be left for Orla. "No, there's obviously something wrong, and I'm not gonna shut up till you tell me, so you may aswell tell me." he answered. Urgh. "Fine. This guy from English asked me out today." I said. He awkwardly took his arm away from me and his mood changed just like that. "Oh, so w-what's wrong with that?" he asked quietly. I thought about it. A supposedly nice, hot , guy had asked me out. What was wrong with that? I had suddenly seen the situation in a whole new light. "Nothing, Dan, absolutely nothing is wrong with that!" I said, smiling. "Oh, w-well I should probably get back to my dorm.." he said, getting up. " What? You've just got here? Why do you need to get back to your dorm?" I questioned him. Slowly opening the door he stuttered, "Er, English project, due in t-tomorrow. Bye." he said before dashing out the door. "But we don't have an English project to do!" I shouted down the corridor, but he was gone. 

 I was so confused about why Dan suddenly started to act so weird, but I decided to shrug it off, I was excited to go out with this Ian guy. I had made sure to not get myself too excited though, I didn't want to seem to eager, or get my hopes up. I pulled on some black skinny jeans, a t-shirt and converse, put on a touch of mascara and as I was getting ready to leave, Orla came in. "Oh Steph, I know that is your usual attire but you're going on a date! At least dress up a little more than that?" she asked. "Fine..." I groaned, following her to the small wardrobe we shared. "Right, put this on. And this. Oh, and here's some tights. Don't want you getting cold now, do we?" she rambled on, handing me a black skater skirt, a white collared shirt and a burgundy jumper and leaving me to get changed. I undressed and she popped her head around the door. "Oh, make sure you put the shirt under the jumper, by the way." she said, whilst I pushed her out. I got dressed and did a twirl as I walked into the living room. "So, how do I look?" I said, putting my converse on. "Wait, no. You can't put high topconverse on, Steph. Are you being serious?" she frowned. "Well, yeah. Converse are the only type of shoes I own, bar a pair of heels I had to wear to the prom." I replied. "Well, just wear my brogues, you cant go out like that." she said, pointing to her shoes. "Ok, look, I look just like you now!" I giggled. I was basically wearing all of her clothes. "Yay, twins!" she laughed. "Now go on, you're gonna be late!" she said. literally pushing me out the door.