Take Me Away | Daniel Howell x Reader [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 3 - Accidental Stalker

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You hit upload on the video, very little editing was required. Your stomach starts to rumble and you look at the time – Midday. You pull a small bag of chips from the shopping bags and open it. The sweet oily smell makes you close your eyes in pleasure. You try to pace yourself but end up devouring them within the minute. A simple small bag of chips would never suffice, your stomach growls for more.

"How the hell am I meant to live on chips?!" You question yourself out loud. You scrunch up the empty package and toss it aside. Your stomach growls in hunger once more, you tenderly place your hand over it. I need real food you think. You stand up and leave your room, but before you go down the stairs something catches your eye. The locked door from before, presumably Alroy's room, is not slightly ajar. You lean from leg to leg pondering if you should check it out. Eventually curiosity gets the better of you and you creep towards the door, hoping not to make a sound even though Alroy is not at the house. You extend a hand and push it open. It swings back with a creak. There in that room is something you wish you never saw. Something that made you want to run a million miles, something that made you regret ever coming here.

Drugs.

Used needles are scattered next to his mattress, white powder staining the floor, and worst of all the room stinks of beer and smokes. You quickly slam the door shut and run down the stairs and out into the alley way. You half sprint half jog to the main street for the second time today. You feel disorientated, what have you gotten yourself into. Who have you gotten yourself involved with.

This is all a mistake you constantly think to yourself. I should have never left home; why can't I just be normal. What have I done to deserve this. You rest against the brick wall, your head bowed. You rub your temples tenderly trying to get rid of the subtle headache that has now set in.

After a few minutes of controlled breathing and weird stares coming from passing strangers you finally look up. At that exact moment you see Dan Howell walking down the road on the opposite footpath. You stare at him, your eyes glued to the back of his brown hair. All of a sudden he turns, looking right back at you. You break eye contact quickly and he quickens his pace.

*Dan's POV*

After rushing back home to see if Phil had actually set our apartment on fire, which luckily he didn't, I decided to film a video. A video, if anything, about cereal. Yup, cereal...and how precious it is to me. Exposing Phil was the best part of course, his reaction was priceless. I had been sitting down at the computer for ages editing, my eyes burning from the light hitting my sight in my very dark room.

I rub them then yawn, stretching out my arms and resting my head on the bed-head behind me. "Phil?" I call out.

"Yeah?" I hear though the walls several seconds later.

"I'm going out. Do you want anything."

"Nah, I'm good." He replies. By then I have left my cave and poke my head into Phil's room.

"Okay. I'll see you in a few." I grab my black coat and slip on my shoes then head down the stairs.

The cold air bites my lungs as I breath it in. I look through the window of the café we live above momentarily before turning on my heels and walking the other direction. As I walk down the street I feel like I'm being watched. Eyes burrowing into the back of my head. I shrug my shoulders trying to shake off the feeling but it remains. Suddenly I turn my head and see the girl from before, the one from the supermarket. She is leaning against the entrance of a dark alleyway and looks like she's just seen a ghost. She continues to stare at me and I stare back. We quickly break eye contact and I pick up my pace. What happens if she's a stalker? It sends chills down my spine and eventually I lose her from my site.