Red Alert Romance (Sequel Tip Toe Romance A Dan Howell/Danisnotonfire Fan Fic)

Always...maybe

Hey guys Gabbie here as you can tell I've taken over Lily's book which she was tired of writing. You can message Lily or I if you think I'm doing a crap job. Hope you enjoy!

P.s. Lily wrote this first part so I will give you a heads up when I start writing!

(LIZA)

"Dan! What the ever loving fuck did you just do!" I screech coming into the room to see PJ passed out on the floor with a small trickle of blood running down the side of his face.

"Oh my god." he whispers. His face is blank and emotionless. He bends down to PJ's side and shakes him lightly. "Peej? Peej?" He whispers even quieter. I'm not sure if he is truly worried about him or if he's trying to cover it up.

"Is he breathing?" I ask, kneeling down to Peej's other side. I move all of my hair to one side and press my ear to his chest. He's breathing shallowly and I can hear a heartbeat. He's okay. "He's fine Dan. You just hit him in a bad spot and I'm sure the drama from last night didn't help with his body coping with it." I say, not looking him in the eye. He can't go around punching people when he's mad. It's not the first time, afterall.

"I'm sorry." He says, mostly to me.

"It's not me you should be apologising to." I begin. "Help me." I tell him whilst I crouch down and put one of Peej's arms over my shoulder and Dan takes the other. We both pull him into the apartment and lay him down onto the couch. I tell Dan to go fetch a cloth to mop up the blood and he comes back with a damp cloth. I take it from him, harshly, and dab it lightly on his head. It's only a small cut but it does need cleaning.

(A/N Lily stopped writing right about here, so here we go! :) )

Dan stared at PJ, his eyes looked at mine. I glared at him and continued to tend to PJ.

"Liza, look I'm-"

"Dan don't." I said interrupting his attempted apology.

"Liza would you listen for five seconds instead of caring about yourself all the time?" Dan said harshly as I stood up to go rinse the rag.

"Excuse me?" I asked turning to face him.

He bit his lip, "I'm sorry if every time I try to apologize you completely ignore me. And I'm sorry that I'm such a failure, maybe I should just leave and never show up again." He said and and I realized I never really did give him the chance to apologize and I guess it is pretty selfish of me. Yet, he didn't need to punch PJ.

"Well I'm sorry if you're such a dick sometimes." I said walking over to the sink and wringing the rag over warm water.

"Really? I'm the one being the dick right now?" He asked with both anger and sadness clothing both his facial expression and tone.

"Did PJ deserve this?!" I yelled back gesturing to PJ. He didn't answer, "Exactly." I said sadly.

A tear ran down my cheek as he grabbed his jacket from the chair. "Bye Eliza, I'm going for a walk. I may or may not return." He spoke bitterly, not looking at me. Not even glancing. My hands were shaking from the nervousness and emotion bubbling up in my heart. This pain rose in my throat, trying to swallow it but it only made it worse. Tears glossed over my eyes. I don't want him to leave. I love him.

The rag slipped through my fingers and fell to the floor. I ran to him just as the door opened. I pushed him against the door and turned him to face me. "Dan, please." I spoke with the sound you get when you cry and talk at the same time cloaking my voice. I couldn't even recognize my own voice it was so strong. I ran my hands down his arm.