Shattered - |d.s|

T w e n t y - S i x

"Dannn!! Have you got my passport?" I shout from the bathroom. I chuck all my toiletries in a big makeup bag.

"Yeah!" He shouts back.

After I've collected everything, I put everything in the suitcase and try to close it shut. To my misery it doesn't zip. I groan and sit on it, putting my weight on the suitcase. Dan laughs at me from the door, his legs and arms crossed.

"Stop laughing! it isn't funny." I whine, jumping up and down on the suitcase.

"You're adorable, get up, I'll help." He walks over to me and plants a kiss on my forehead. He crouches down and he rests one of his arms on top of the suitcase and with his other hand he uses it to zip it.

"See that's how you do it. Look at my muscles." He flexes his muscles, feeling proud.

"What muscles? I can't see any. Think I need a microscope." I pretend to look closely at his arm, looking confused.

"Not funny." He gets up and lifts me on his shoulder. I start to punch his arm.

"Daniel Campbell Smith, put me down at once." I try to firmly say however, fail as he ends up tickling me.

"Can you two love birds hurry up. We don't have long." Katie bangs the door causing Dan to instantly put me down onto the ground.

He turns red and scratches the back of his neck. I walk over to him and give him a kiss. I walk over to the radio that is playing and switch the channel. I turn the volume low so that Dan can still hear me.

"I can't believe I'm going to England. It's been ages since I've smelt the British air." I dance around the room, grabbing the last few items and shoving them in a backpack.

Dan walks behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. He rests his chin on my shoulder and kisses my neck.

"Stop it Pookiebear. I'm trying to pack here." I try to pull myself out of his embrace but he holds me tighter.

"Excuse me, Eleanor Grace Simmons, I can do whatever I want." He says, I stiffen hearing my real name.

"Please don't call me that. There's a reason no one calls me Eleanor." I whisper.

"I'm so sorry I didn't know. I won't call you that. I should have noticed that before that no one calls you that, I'm so dumb. Forgive me love, I had no idea." He rambles on, I lift my finger to his lips causing him to stop.

"It's not your fault. No one calls me Eleanor because she's dead and I don't want to return to her." I whisper, his face turns into a frown.

"I never told you but, growing up I was addicted to drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, think of any drug and I probably have had it. I was a teenager and I did all that shit. Obviously my mum knew as well as Kyle but, they kept it a serect from my dad. Back then i was addressed as Eleanor but, when I finally quit I told everyone to call me Ellie." I continue on, staring at anything else that wasn't his face.

"Do you still do them." He uncomfortable asks.

"No, I've stopped since I was 19." I reply back.

He lifts my chin up and I meet his eyes. He cups my cheek and kisses me passionately.

"I love you Lee." He whispers, pulling away from the kiss.

"I love you too Dan." I reply, satisfied with the new nickname he's got for me.

"Oooh, I love you Lee." Kyle mimics Dan's voice, walking into the room like a girl. I start giggling seeing Dan blush. I poke his cheek.

"I do not sound or walk like that." He grumbles, crossing his arms.

"Sure you don't. Now help me take all of this downstairs." Kyle gushes, walking over to the now 3 suitcases full of clothes.

"How much stuff do you woman need." Kyle mutters.

"Don't forget about the backpack Ky Ky." I chuckle amused, seeing the two guys struggle to pick up the suitcases.

"Have you even weighted this thing?" He questions.

"Of course dummy everything's fine, now hurry we have a flight to catch." I clap at them and grab my purse and walk down.

Everything's so empty. We have to leave behind the stuff that's not as important as no can really carry it but, the boys have promised that they will bring it over next time they go to America. The house will still be my house. I haven't put it up for rent or sale. I've still kept the house so if we ever need to go back to America, we have a place to stay at.

"Remember when you first brought this house and you were shit scared so you asked me to stay with you for a week." Katie chuckles remembering the memory. I start to laugh.

I never lived on my own so it was a whole different experience. The smallest noises would frighten me and I would call Katie on the phone. I used to carry a baseball bat just incase someone was going to kill me.

"Remember when you came and I thought you were someone else and I was going to wack you with the baseball bat?"

"How could I forget? Your stupid ass thought I was a robber." She laughs along.

"Lets goooo!" Kyle exclaims, throwing his arms around mine and Katie's shoulders. I lean into him and he kisses my forehead.

We end up convincing the taxi driver to take a picture of us in front of the house. We line up in front of the driveway, the house in the background. The driver counts down from three, when he reaches one, Dan quickly changes position and kisses me on the cheek. I smile widely.

When the driver returns the phone back, I quickly send the picture to everyone. Katie ends up tweeting it with the caption;

Bye America, Hello England!

This is the new chapter of my life.

And I'm excited for it.

A/N
New book called 'Letters to Violet' please do check it out! I've prewritten it loool x