Chapter 1:

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I still remember like it was yesterday. 

"Cash is in the hospital!?" I  scream into the phone. "Yes he isn't breathing." I hung up the phone and quickly flagged a cab. Tears streaming down my face we pulled up by the curb. Still crying, I threw the money at the cabi, and rushed inside. I ask lady at the desk where he is. I quickly run there. I finally found the room. I sprinted by his side. My parents were already here. I wrapped my arms around him best I could. I pulled up a chair and grabbed his hand. I flinched. It was cold. I held it tightley.  "Where's Troye?" I ask behind black tears. "He is still on tour." My mom snapped. I couldn't help but cry again. My brother Troye wasn't here. (A/n yes Troye Sivan) and my mom just snapped at me for no reason. An hour later my parents left. I couldn't leave. The doctar gave me a paper, I signed it and handed it backThey began to uplug the machines. I sobbed quietly and still held his hand. "I love you, Cash"

Now here I am, eyes wrung dry, I couldn't do anything to stop it I wanted to so badly. Its been a week since the funeral. I haven't eaten, or slept. I miss him. There was a Knock at the guest room door. "Y/n can I come in?" Louise asked on the other side of the door. I didn't reply.  I knew she was going to come in anyway. "I'm taking your silence as a yes." She opened the door. She walked over and sat on the bed next to me. She hugged me tightly. "Y/n, I know you are going to hate me, but you can't just shut the world out,-" "My parents did." Louise shook her head.  "You need to move around, and- I tell what there is a party in a few hours and I want you to go. Scratch that I'm forcing you to go." She said. She helped me out of bed, and showed me a little black dress. I tried to smile, but I couldn't. She helped me into the dress and handed me a cute pair of matching shoes.  I strapped them on and went to the bathroom. I splashed my face with cold water a pat my face before Louise did my makeup and hair. She curled may hair. I looked at the mirror. I can't believe I'm going out of the house. "Alright let me see you smile it has been so long." Louise said curling the last strand of hair.  I did my best smile. It was fake. Louise looked at it through the mirror. "Make it look less fake." She said with sad eyes.  I smiled like an insane person. We both laughed at my face. "There you go!" Louise said when we had stopped laughing.  She did my makeup beautifully. "Thanks Louise!" I say hugging her. I felt motivated to go to this party. We dropped Darcy off at her grandparents and headed to the party. "Who's party again?" I asked. "Zoe's birthday, its a surprise party." I nod. I've never been to a surprise party so I was exited.

*right before Zoe walks in*

"EVERYONE HIDE SHE'S COMING!" Alfie shouted. Everyone stopped conversating and hurried to a hiding spot. I find one behind a couch. I crouched down and immediately felt something hit my head. "Ouch!" I whispered rubbing the spot in my head. "Ow, sorry are you okay?" I looked up to see big brown eyes. "Yeah, I'm Y/n" I whispered. "We- I mean I'm Dan." He whispered back. We heard the lock turn and sat in an exciting silence.  Zoe turned the light on. "SURPRISE!" Everyone jumped out from their hiding spots. "Oh My Gosh thank you guys!" She looked around at all the people. Our eyes locked. She came up to me and hugged me. "Are you okay?" She whispered. I nodded. She hugged a few others, then came back to me. "Come help me get changed?" She asked pulling my arm with Louise behind her. "I'll be right back", I told Dan who I had been chatting with. He smirked as I was yanked away.

{Dan's Pov}
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I knew y/n, I can't believe she doesn't remember me.  We went to uni together.  She came to me, the biggest nerd, to vent. She was pretty, and popular, of course I liked her, every guy like me did.  My door was open one day when I was playing Halo, and I looked up and she walked in. She told me her struggles, and her parents saying they didn't love her. I didn't know someone as beautiful as her could hate herself so much. I felt so bad for her. She and I would exchange eye contact every now and then along with a little small talk, but nothing else. I still like her, maybe even more now.  

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