Playing With Fire || d.h

2. Out of Sight, Out of Mind

Your POV

I wake up to the morning, sunlight flooding through my windows, and the memories of last night come back to me like a tidal wave. Part of me kind of believed it was a dream, but it all seemed too vivid. I stretched, then checked my phone to see what time it was. 11:24. Shit!

I quickly jump out of bed, and start stumbling through my closet to pick out an outfit. I decide on a gray graphic tee, black skinny jeans, and my converse. I then throw on an oversized rain coat, in case it gets chilly out. I quickly apply basic makeup, and run a brush through my hair a few times. I grab my bag, and basically fall into the hallway, as I'm in such a rush. I check the clock on my phone. 11:56. Not a moment to spare. However, right before I rap my knuckles on the door, I freeze. What if when they said they wanted to take me around London, they were just joking? What if they don't really like me? What if this was all just a joke? I turn around, and am about to head back into my apartment, when I hear the door behind me swing open.

"Oh, there you are! I was just about to see if you were awake!" I turn around and see Dan standing behind me, dressed in black skinny jeans and a button-up plaid shirt. God, he's so handsome.

"Um... wanna come in? Phil headed out a few minutes ago to grab coffee, and he should be back sometime soon."

"Oh-um, okay," I say, awkwardly walking toward the doorway. Dan turns sideways to let me through the door, and my elbow accidentally brushes against him, sending shivers up and down my spine like a bolt of electricity. He closes the door behind me, and I take a seat back where I was sitting in the lounge yesterday.

"I was just rewatching the second season of American Horror Story," he says, pressing play on the tv.

"Ugh, the only reason I ever started watching this show was for Evan Peters," I say. "It's not a decision I'll ever regret."

Dan lets out a cheery laugh that makes it so you can't help but smile. "Same."

"So, why did you decide to move here?" Dan asks. Shit. The one question I don't want to answer.

"Oh, I dunno, just needed a change of scenery," I smile weakly, trying to make it sound as truthful as possible.

"You missing anyone from home yet?" He asks casually, adjusting his position on the couch.

"No, not really," it comes out before I can stop myself. "Well, there really isn't anyone back home for me to miss." Wow, way to sound like a total loser. "I just... wasn't always the best at making friends." Shut up!

"Oh, well, I think you're pretty awesome, so I'm definitely keeping you around," Dan says, wringing his hands together. Why is he so nervous?

"Thanks," I laugh nervously. "You're not so bad either." Dan and I sit in awkward silence for a few minutes, and I scroll through my phone to seem less weird. Finally we hear the front door bang open, and Phil comes skipping into the living room, carrying a tray of three Starbucks coffees, along with a bag of baked goods hanging from his mouth.

"Careful, you're gonna drop them!" Yells Dan, jumping up and running to grab the coffee from Phil's arms.

"Oh, please, I'm basically an expert at carrying coffee," laughs Phil, sitting in the chair across from the sofa, and looking through the bag of goodies. "A chocolate chip muffin for Miss (y/n)," says Phil, tossing a muffin in my direction. I caught it with just my left hand, causing both Dan and Phil to cheer. I grab a coffee from the tray, and take a large gulp.

"Oh, my God, this is heaveeen," I moan, taking another gulp.

"What have you never had Starbucks?" Asks Phil, unwrapping his muffin. I shake my head no.