Playing With Fire || d.h

27. Smash Mouth

A/N: Not related to the story but VERY important! I can't go to Dan and Phil's tour but I think one time they said they would be live-streaming it but I'm not sure?? If anyone knows anything like that please tell me, and I swear I'll love you forever. Okay thanks now back to the story!

Dan's POV

My head is spinning. I just made out with one of my best mate's girlfriends. Oh, and basically confessed my love for her. And I'm pretty sure she's feels the same way.

Wait.

She feels the same way.

Oh, shit.

I want her. She wants me. But does that mean we're right for each other? We both have issues, and what if we end up toxic for each other? I didn't even get the chance to talk to (Y/n) about the fact that she self harmed, recently. And it's not like I don't have any problems right now, either.

How can I love her, if there's even a possibility I might hurt her?

Your POV

I awake at ten in the morning, not a single bone in my body wanting to start the day. PJ's going to be home. What the hell do I tell him? That is, if I even can say anything. I still need to talk to Dan and figure this shit out before making any huge decisions. I'm not gonna fuck this up.

At least, any more than I already have.

I check my phone, and groan as I see a text from PJ.

Hey, wanna do something tonight? ;)

Do you think we can stay in? I'm not feeling the best

Aw I'm sorry. That's fine, hun.

"Ughhhh!" I cry out, flopping onto my back, and staring at the ceiling. If PJ's back at the apartment, how the hell am I going to get to talk to Dan alone?

I realize there's only one way for me to do this.

Meet me at the diner by the corner store

Before I see if Dan responds, I throw my hair up into a ponytail, and dress in leggings and a light jacket. I haphazardly apply my makeup, grab my bag, and rush out the door. I run down the steps and pavement, until I get to the rundown restaurant.

"Hi, I'm waiting to meet someone, so can you sit me at a table for two?" I quickly spew to the hostess standing up front.

"Oh, um, sure!" She replies sweetly, grabbing two menus and heading to a small table right in the middle of the dingy restaurant. I sit down, and take my phone out of my pocket.

Okay, I'll be there in 10

The message was from twelve minutes ago. He'll be here any second now. As if on cue, he walks through the front door, looks around for a second, and when he spots me, waves and walks to the table.

"Um, hey," I say awkwardly, my leg suddenly becoming restless and shaking a million miles an hour.

"Hey," He replies, the same level of awkwardness radiating from him. I realize he's probably not gonna be the one to say anything, so I decide I just have to cut to the chase, and ask the first question I want to clear up.

"Um... you don't consider last night a mistake, do you?" I ask, then add quickly, "I mean, I don't, but I just want to make sure we're on the same level."