OMFG WERE ALMOST AT 1k reads. I love you all. IDK why y'all like this, but it's amazing how some random person can write a stupid fanfic and get so much out of it.
(When I say prepare for shit to go down, I mean that if you're easily triggered, I wouldn't suggest reading)
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Dan POV: (After the party)
Kyle had got the power back on (After a collection of very bad puns) and we had a pretty good time altogether. Laura is partially asleep in the passenger side of my car, so I turn down the radio, humming along to 'Ya Hey' by Vampire Weekend. It's mostly dark in the car, only lit with the light from the screen display of the radio and the occasional streetlight as we pass. We pull into the parking garage of my building, and decide to go up to my floor of the garage to minimize walking. Once we park, I wait for the rest of the song to finish.
"Hey, Laura." I whisper lightly, rubbing her arm. Her eyes flutter open. "We're back." I say.
"Okay." She replies, rubbing her eyes. She opens the door and stretches.
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Once we make it to our flat, she immediately flops on the couch. "I'm so flipping tiiiiiiired..." She groans.
"Your bed is about 20 feet away." I remind her.
"Carry me." She says, obviously joking. I grin, approaching her. I warp my arms under her, holding her bridal style to my chest. She giggles and puts her arms around my neck to stabilize my grip. She's a lot lighter than she looks, even though she's very skinny. 40 kilos, tops. Her shoulders are shaking with muffled laughter. I carry her to her bed, setting her down gently.
"Thanks Dad..." She says quietly. Dad? I'm 99.99% sure she said Dan, but it sounded like Dad. I don't know how to feel, so I decide not to ask for her to clarify.
"Goodnight." I say.
"Goonight." She returns. I decide she'll probably get up and change later, but I switch off the light and close the door. While switching off all the lights, I decide I probably need to shower, but I have an oddly loud shower. (The shower when I moved in was meant for midgets, apparently.)
Drew POV: (Prepare for shit to go DOWN)
Laura Katherine Caraway/Kelly/Smith. That's her name. What would she write on documents as her last name? At school, she's Laura Caraway, but at her foster home, she's technically Laura Kelly. Would she be Laura Smith now because she's living with her dad? Her dad is so talented and gorgeous. No wonder Laura has it... And now I'm being a complete fanboy. I don't think anyone can Blame me for being Overjoyed that one day, I might get to meet my role model and most favorite person to ever exist. I decide to text Laura and see how she's doing.
Me: I know it's like 1 am in the U.K. but are you asleep?
Laura: no I'm skydiving
Me: WHAT? REALLY!
Laura: IM NOT FUCKING SKYDIVING YOU TWAT IM TRYING TO SLEEP
Me: WOW PROFANITY
Laura: Oh like you're innocent
Me: fair enough
Me: How's your ever so amazing life with an international superstar
Laura: Mediocre. It's not super bastilley
Me: cool. Does he talk about your mom a lot?
Laura: a bit
Me: that's a bit surprising
Laura: how so?
Me: I mean I guess with all the prostitute thing and
Laura: excuse me?
Me: I don't mean that in a mean way I just mean that he may kind of regret dating her since she's into all that now
Laura: No actually stop with the shit about my Mom.
Me: CRAP NO SORRY I DUN FUCKED UP
Laura: Look, I know you don't understand,
Me: Laura, I mean this
Laura: But thats not a topic I even can associate anything happy to anymore.
Me: I'm really sorry I cut that deep.
She doesn't reply for a few minutes.
Me: Laura?
Me: I know I was wrong, okay?
Me: I, of all people wouldn't understand that at all.
Me: I know that not everyone has it lucky, and I do.
Me: I don't understand what you're going through.
Me: If you need to talk, I'll listen.
Me: I'm here, because it's what friends are for.
Me: Don't hurt yourself, please please please
Me: 'Night
Me: xoxo
What have I done?
Laura POV: (Again, prepare for even more shit to go DOWN)
That little piece of complete crap. I bet he's right. My mom probably left me out of hate and the desire to get out more. All I've done is cost her money and time. Dan probably thinks the same. Honestly, who could adore me? That's right, nobody. I'm barely even a person at this point.
I heard Dan get in bed, so if I sneak into the bathroom crying, he won't see and ask what happened. I mindlessly and quietly rifle throughout the medicine cabinet for bandages so if it gets to a certain level, I can cover it up. The only problem is that my jacket/sweater tonight was a ¾ sleeve, so he saw my wrist and would notice if there was bandages. I wouldn't have an excuse if he were to see them. I don't care. I can just wear bracelets. I stuff some in my pocket and wipe off my tears with sink water, taking mascara with them. I sneak back into my room and change into a pair of black leggings and a lightweight navy zip-up hoodie. I rummage through my bag, tears still falling. I find a box of razors. I hold the small piece of metal between my fingers. They shake to the rhythm of my tears. Half are from the sadness and anger caused by Drew, but the others are pain. Pain takes almost permanent from in four lines on my left wrist. They will all fit under one of the bandages. I can't decide. I don't want to live in this world, but there's people who wouldn't want to live without me. Drew seems to not care about how I feel at all, Will seemed to shun me for no reason, and Janna probably gave me her phone number out of pity, or if she's expecting something to happen to me.
"Why did Drew say that?" I whisper to myself. I wish I could talk to someone, but the damage is done. I cry myself to sleep that night, and don't bother to do it quietly. Dan's sleeping like a rock, and won't wake until much later. The last few things I remember doing are blocking Drew's number along with all his social media accounts. Finally I text my mom's old phone.
"Mom, I know you're not getting this, but I love you."
Delivered, 2:32 AM.
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I'm sorry, and if at the beginning you thought this was a cutesy chapter, I'm especially sorry.
Stay happy, stay loving, stay safe! I love you all!
-Avery x
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