Playing With Fire || d.h

4. You're Not Welcome

(N/A): I know PJ has a girlfriend, but this is called fanFICTION for a reason. Please enjoy :)

Dan's POV

I'm sitting in a cab with (Y/n), surrounded by bags of groceries, and feeling extremely content after one of the best days I've had in a really long time. Don't get me wrong, I love Phil, and everyone else in my life, but it all started to feel routine. Meeting (Y/n) has been like waking up from an extremely long nap, and it has been incredibly refreshing. I turn and look at her, as she's gazing out the window. She has this unexplainable aura that radiates from her, filling me with euphoria and elation.

We reach the apartment complex, and since (Y/n) has about twice as many bags as me, I grab a few of hers to help carry them in. I pay the taxi driver, and we carefully walk up the stairs to our apartments.

"I'll drop my stuff off real quick, then bring you yours," I say, placing the bags in my arms down to grab my keys from my pocket.

"Thanks," she says, and disappears into her apartment. After stumbling with my key for a few seconds, I'm finally able to get my door open. I put the keys back into my pocket, grab my bags, and walk in, closing the door behind me with my hip.

"Phil?" I call out. No answer. He must still be out. I set my bags down and put all my groceries away at record speed. I grab (y/n)'s bags, and head into her apartment, as her door is still open. I close the door behind me, place her bags on the island along with the others, grab a bag full of snack foods, and start putting them away in the pantry.

"What are you doing?" She asks skeptically, pausing midway through putting a gallon of milk into her fridge.

"Putting your junk food away, obviously," I reply, looking at her and smiling. She shrugs and resumes putting the other frozen foods away.

"Where's Phil?" She asks. "Shouldn't you make sure he's not eating all your cereal or something?"

"He's out with friends," I reply. "And anyway, putting groceries away with you is basically a dream come true."

She giggles in response, causing just a few of the butterflies in my stomach to wake up. "Yeah, I bet."

I grab another bag from the island, only to realize it's a lot heavier than the others. I open it, and am shocked to find two large bottles of Fireball and vodka. "Damn, what do you need these for?" I ask before I can stop myself.

She grabs them both from my grasp, laughing. "Hey, don't hate on my lifestyle." There's a lot more to this girl than I thought.

We joke around for about an hour, putting everything she bought away. I can't help but notice how bare her apartment is, yet there's still little bits and pieces of things that show that it's her place. She has a lot of things I remember her buying yesterday, but not really anything she would've brought with her. She must've been serious about really starting over.

I lean against the counter, facing her as she sits cross-legged on the counter.

"So..." She starts, trailing off. I can't think of anything to say, so I just sit there awkwardly, as usual. Everything about her is so extravagantly adorable. The way her head is always cocked a little to the left. The way she seemed clumsy and shy, yet so self-assured, as she really knew who she was. She always seemed to do whatever she could to make her already-dainty self smaller, even though the energy that radiated off of her made everyone have to pay attention to her.

I realize we've been making eye contact with each other this entire time, and it's as if she notices the same thing, as her face flushes, and she quickly looks down at her hands. My eyes dart down at my shoes, trying to think of something to say to break the awkward silence. However, I don't have to say anything, because, as if on cue, my phone suddenly starts to ring. I fumble in my pocket, and read the caller ID. Phil.