Fine Line Between Love and Hate | Dan x Reader High School

Changed My Mind

I am so fucking in love with this song, omg. SO GOOD!

He likes picking fights because it isn't easy and I thought it fit well with the story!

WOO!

ENJOY MY LITTLE DUCKLINGS!

Dan's POV

No. I wasn't drunk. I felt the cold air through the thin material of my shirt and I shivered slightly. I was cold, but I couldn't go back to (y/n)'s. I trudged on, the sensation of alcohol coursing through my body fully subsided now, but it had never been that strong. I had only used it as an excuse. I really didn't know what was wrong with me. Was it my imagination? Or was Adrian right? Did I like (y/n)?

I pushed the thought out of my head, knowing that even if I did, there was nothing to do about it. She hated me. She could never trust me. I would never be able to escape this hole I keep digging for myself. Any effort was just pointless. I broke out into a run, not wanting to be in the cold anymore and I just felt the need to. My house was dark when I arrived, probably because my outburst had caused everyone to leave. I didn't really care. I opened the door to see a concerned Phil sat on my stairs.

"Is (y/n) okay?!" Phil asked, approaching me. He had stood up relatively quickly, a sign of his urgency.

"For now, yes. She's home and hopefully sleeping. I didn't feel like I should really stay and upset her more." I said, my face falling.

"You like her." Phil said. I looked up at him to see his face stern.

"Well, I, uh, I don't know." I said, my head dropping. "There's no point in trying to find out or not considering I have ruined it since the beginning." I said.

"So you don't know?" Phil asked.

"Yeah, I feel bad for what I do and say to her, but I can't help what I do. I just freak out." I explained. Phil nodded and sat back down on the stairs.

"Well, until you figure it out, I suggest you try your hardest to be nice. You don't want to make it worse for yourself." Phil said.

"I guess." I said. Phil gave my shoulder a pat and left, leaving me in silence.

What am I going to do?

(y/n)'s POV

I woke up feeling rather odd, having gone to a party on a Thursday. We had school today. The last day of auditions.

I arrived at school alone, receiving stares from everyone. I was going to be that girl who James attacked now. I didn't know who it worse for, me or him. I shuffled awkwardly to my locker. A girl came up to me, I think she was in my science, and she started making conversation.

"I'm really sorry that happened to you and if you ever feel like you need someone to talk to or walk with if you don't want to be alone just call me." The girl said, her name and number on a slip of paper.

"Thank you Zoe" I replied and she walked off with a few of her friends. I continued unpacking my backpack into my locker then closing it when I was done. I turned to suddenly be face to face with him.

"Wha-?" I gasped, startled, and backed away.

"(y/n), please just let me ex-" James started, reaching out to touch my arm.

"No. Please don't touch me." I interrupted. I turned to walk away when he grabbed my wrist like he did at the party. I squeaked and yanked it away.

"No" My voice was quiet and shaky and I hurried away, silently praying that he didn't follow. He didn't and PJ stopped me in the hall.

"Hey, are you alright?" PJ asked. I was sick of that. I clearly wasn't and if I wanted to tell you I would.