Playing With Fire || d.h

41. Pretty Bitchin'

Your POV

NoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNo.

How the fuck did he even get in here?

I'm gonna have to talk to Dan about these parties he throws, and how trusting he is that no one suspicious is gonna sneak in.

Suddenly, as if fate couldn't hate me more, the venomous eyes lock with mine, and his dark eyebrows rise with surprise.

You don't deserve to be the surprised one, asshole.

He says something to whoever it was he was conversing with, and starts leading his way toward me. The second he takes a step, I turn on my heel, and push through the crowd as fast as I can in the other direction.

However, I don't realize the opposite direction is facing away from the exit, until it's too late, and I find myself staring at the wall in front of me. I turn, thinking maybe I can loop around him and leave, when he's standing right in front of me.

"Hey," He says shyly, his eyes darting around nervously.

You have no right to be the scared one, you piece of utter shit.

However, instead of saying anything, I only gawk at him awkwardly, my hands pressed firmly against the wall behind me, as if hoping I could suddenly melt into it and disappear.

"Can we talk?"

"No." The word comes out of my mouth like a wild animal escaping a cage.

"Please. I just want to know why."

"I do, too," I snap, gaining some sort of bravery I've never felt before. Maybe bravery is just another word for anger. "Why did you think what you did was okay? Why're you such a big pussy, you can't even apologize? Why were such a big wimp that the only way you could get in contact with me is to sneak into Dan and Phil's apartment?"

"You think I didn't want to? Every day and night I had the urge to call you, or text you, or just come to your apartment. But I knew there was no way you would ever answer me, much less let me explain myself."

"There's no excuse for what you did." I cross my arms over my chest, angry tears forming in my eyes as I glare at him, clenching my fists.

PJ and I hold silent eye contact, before he lets or a heavy sigh. "Please, Just give me-"

"What the bloody hell are you doing in my apartment?" PJ and I both look to see Dan a few feet away, rage radiating off of him.

"Woah, what happened to you?" PJ suddenly asks. I realize he must've been caught off guard from the bruise, however faded, still angry looking, shining on Dan's cheekbone.

"Leave, dude, just fucking leave," Dan growls monotonously, completely ignoring PJ's question.

"Listen, mate, I just wanted to-"

"I don't give a single fuck what you want, because whatever it is, you don't deserve it," Dan snarls.

PJ turns back to me, as if thinking if he ignores Dan, he'll go away. "Please, can you just tell me why?"

I open my mouth, but have no idea what would've come out, as Dan interrupts me before I get the chance. "She broke up with you because of me." I actually have to physically facepalm. Why the fuck would he think that was a good idea?

PJ's mouth goes agape, and he looks from Dan to me, then back at Dan. "What?" Is all he says.

"Dan and I are dating," I spew, hoping if I'm the one to say it, he'll get less angry. Or at least, not punch anyone in the face this time.