Playing With Fire || d.h

34. Aliens? Aliens.

Your POV

"(Y/n)! Open the fucking door!"

Bang. Bang. Bang. He knocks on the door hard enough to put a hole in it. I hope to God no unsuspecting stranger tries to stop them, or they're gonna get their ass handed to them.

"(Y/n)? What's going on?" Dan demands, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. I only shake my head 'no,' trying incredibly hard to convince myself this isn't happening.

"Who the hell is trying to break into your apartment?" Dodie comes rushing into the kitchen, Phil crutching in behind her, terror transforming both their expressions. I gulp, feeling my stomach tie in knots. I vigorously scratch at my forearm uncontrollably, my anxiety going through the roof. With each bang, my heartbeat doubles in speed.

"(Y/n)! You really want me to believe you're not at home? I'll knock this fucking door down!" James growls, his voice ringing in my ears.

Dan's POV

My anxiety deepens as I see the color drain from (Y/n)'s face, her nails leaving red-hot marks on her left forearm. More than concerned looks fill Phil and Dodie's faces, and I feel like I'm going to pass out.

"Open the motherfucking door or I swear to God I will murder your bitch ass!" (Y/n) whimpers in fear, which sends a fire-like emotion through my veins. It's an emotion I'm completely unfamiliar with, yet I can pinpoint it almost instantly. Outrageous fury.

I attempt to storm off to the door, but before I move more than three feet, (Y/n)'s nails are dug into my bicep. I turn to her, and notice the tears shimmering .

"Please, don't," she breathes pleadingly, her lower lip trembling. It feels like a dagger through my chest.

"He's not going to go away if I don't do anything," I argue, my eyebrows creasing together.

"He going to kill you," she chokes out, bulbous tears streaming down her cheeks. I look to Phil and Dodie, and see Dodie clenching onto Phil, both looking petrified for their lives.

We wait there in terror-stricken silence, flinching with every bang and shout. I feel as if my body's turned to stone, unable to move. (Y/n)'s hand is still clenching onto my arm, her eyes glistening, and I'm unable to look away from her.

After an eternity, we hear a large, aggravated sigh, and then stomping down the hallway, fading away until eventually I can't hear him at all.

Suddenly, (Y/n) lets out a huge breath, as if she's been stuck underwater this entire time, and has only now just resurfaced. She lets go of me and backs away, basically falling into a chair.

Your POV

I drop into one of the kitchen chairs, trying to catch my breath, waiting for my heartbeat to drop back to normal.

"Who was that?" Dodie demands. "What do they want from you?"

"That was...my ex," I whisper, looking down as I feel everyone's eyes on me. I peer up, and notice their confusion. I then realize I just put the three best people in my life in danger. They could've been hurt, and it would've been completely my fault. What if Dan had gotten out of my grip, and went out there? What if James somehow knew I was here, and broke in to Dan and Phil's apartment?

And what if James doesn't give up? Who knows how long he'll stay here, possibly stalking me, until I show up?

What the hell have I just gotten into?

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Dan's POV

"Please, just try to calm down!" I plead with (Y/n) as she paces around my room, biting her lips and scratching ferociously at her forearm. I had tried to pull her hand away, but it only caused her to yelp, and I realized touching her would only make it worse. "There's gotta be something we can do! We can call the police, or-"