Dan and I have started to use the treehouse so much.
We go there basically everyday and talk and I'm starting to feel as though I have my best friend back or even just a friend, a real friend. It's great, I've missed it.
Over these past two weeks we have become quite close but at school we still don't really talk much, just a 'hi' if we pass each other on the corridor or a small smile across the cafeteria.
One thing that has gotten worse is my home life, more specifically, my parents. They have started to argue about every little thing and they don't sleep in the same room anymore, in fact they are barely in the same room together anymore. I feel useless because I don't know what to do, my family is falling apart and I can't do anything to fix it, instead I leave and sit in the tree house. I'm starting to prefers it to my actual house.
That's what I was doing now.
I had my laptop and my phone and I was on my way to the treehouse. Dan had football practise so he wouldn't be there.
When I arrived I pulled out the book that Dan had and wrote in why I needed to escape:
Y/n, my parents are arguing and talking about getting a divorce and my house is hell.
I plugged my headphones into my laptop and decided to listen to my favourite playlist ( chloe nightingale - 🎧⚡️🎹🎸, on Spotify if your wondering) a mixture of tøp, fob, mcr, p!atd, Melanie martinez , paramore and so many other incredible artists.
I always listened to this playlist when I wanted songs to get me out of a bad mood.
I scrolled through all different social media, spending extra long on tumblr before I felt someone behind me.
I turned around to be jump scared by Dan
"Jesus fucking Christ, I almost had a heart attack" we both laughed at how much I jumped
"Sorry, I'll try to be louder than Brendon Urie next time" Dan joked grabbing the book
"Good" I laughed slightly as Dan wrote in the book "sorry about your parents" he said after reading my new comment, I grabbed the book out of his lap and read his comment
Dan, I think I'm in love with someone who doesn't feel the same.
"Sorry about the girl, want to talk about it?" It hurt reading that comment. Why did it hurt reading that comment? Who was the girl who Dan though he was in love with? What girl is crazy enough to not feel the same?
"It is what it is. You want to talk about it?"
"Not really. Want to listen?"
"Sure"
Dan moved closer to me on the beanbag so we could share the headphones and listen to the music. All I could think about was who Dan thought he was in love with but I wasn't going to push it, if he didn't want to tell me, that's fine.
(I have plans, sorry for this shit chapter)
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Howell (danxreader)
Fanfictionher world was changed by him, more than once, friends to enemies, to friends, to something more?
