HOLLER. 》 Dan x Reader || Danisnotonfire

Chapter 15|| "He had it comin"

• 15th update: July 6th •

-YOU-

"Simon let me go!" you try to get out of Simon's tight grip.

"Shut up." Simons hisses at you and pulls you into his house.

Slamming the door behind you both, he drops you to the ground. You stand up and brush yourself off.

"What the hell was that Simon?" you snap at him.

"The creep shouldn't have been taking pictures. It's an invasion of privacy and it's just not right." he shrugs, walking to the kitchen and opening the fridge.

"So you beat the shit out of him??" you knit your eyebrows together and walk over to Simon.

"He had it comin," Simon says, pulling out some lunch meat. He walks over to the bread and unties it. Simon looks up at you. "Kid's a freak-"

Simon stops mid sentence as you slap the piece of bread he was holding out of his hand.

"DON'T call him that." you hiss.

Simon stares at you, then chuckles.
"Or what? You gonna go tell him so he can 'beat my ass' some more? Ha. I suggest that if you don't want your little boyfriend DEAD, then you don't say shit." he bends down to get the piece of bread that you had slapped out of his hands. He looks up at you, then takes a bite.

You feel your blood start to boil.

"Why are you being such a dick?!" you snap.

Simon turns around to look at you.
"I'm not being a dick. It's called telling the truth, hun." he smiles at you.

Suddenly out of nowhere, you slap Simon across the face without hesitation.

"AH!" Simon gasps as he holds his throbbing cheek. He looks back up at you; his eyes filled with hatred.
Simon slaps you back across the cheek harder than ever.

You yelp out in pain, and hold your cheek.

Simon drops all the meat for his sandwich and shoves you hard against the counter.

"Simon stop!" you cry.

Simon pins you against the counter and starts to leave kisses down your jaw and neck.

"Simon stop." you say again, trying to push him off of you.

"I love you so much baby." Simon whispers into your ear as he runs a hand up your thigh.
His other hand is rested on your cheek as he starts to make his way from your neck and to your lips.

"Simon I said stop," you say. It came out muffled because Simon was sloppily making out with you. "SIMON I SAID STOP!" you shove him off of you harshly, and he falls back onto the tile.

You both sit in silence for a minute just staring at eachother.

Simon flings his arms up in the air angrily.
"DO YOU EVEN LOVE ME, Y/N?" he screams, causing you to jump.

That made you stop and think.

Do you love him? You know you feel something deep and powerful for him. But was it love? Was that thing love?