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

Don't Tell Him

Heyo.

Idk what I'm gonna do with this story.

I'm v torn about how exactly to end it bc I have multiple ideas and it has to lead in nicely to the second book.

Frick

Enjoy~

(Y/n)'s POV

"Aren't you excited? The play is tonight!! Dan said, ruffling my hair. I nodded and smiled. For the past few months I had been okay and even forgot about the whole college program for a while, but we had 2 weeks of school before break and I had to tell them soon.

I accepted.

I had started packing up all the thinks I would need and was now avoiding hang around my house claiming that my mum was sick or that that my uncle was currently doing little renovations and such to our lounge.

I really had to tell them sometime, but I don't know when. I was in Dan's room, on his bed with him. I was intent on painting a mental image of his room and him.

"Yeah, it's pretty exciting," I said and put my head in his lap.

"You okay?" He asked, putting a hand on my forehead.

"Mmhmm," I hummed, shutting my eyes. "Let's get ready."

"Yes, let's."

We got ready in make up and hair and headed to school where everyone was scurrying around like crazy, props being moved around like crazy. I just headed backstage with a wave for someone to help me with my wig. It was pretty heavy, but fun to have on for a little while. I got dressed and sat back for a while, running over my lines in my head.

This has to be a good last play.

I began to lightly warm up my singing vocals as did a few other girls around me. The show was starting soon.

It was like time was in fast forward mode, I just can't savor it like I wanted. Maybe I should've told him earlier.

The play was starting.

The play ran through smoothly until my favorite part when Dan and I were singing in the small but beautiful boat someone made.

And it's warm and real and bright.

I gripped at his hands and sang with him. This made my heart hurt. We made eye contact and he could see I was hurting, but kept singing anyways.

And the world has somehow shifted.

Small lanterns were hung from the sky, making everything glowing and warm. I just watched his eye.  I can't tell him.

All at once.

Everything was different.

Now that I see you.

I can't tell him. We leaned in about to kiss, but he spotted 2 other characters and proceeded on with the play, leaving me to wait in the boat. I felt like crying.

The play continued on until we were at bows, the audience cheering hardest for us. Dan looked so happy. The curtain closed and he picked me up, twirling me around in his arms. He planted a big kiss on my lips and I melted into him. He put me down with a grin and I just looked at him, defeated.

"Dan I'm moving to America for college in 2 weeks," I blurted and his smile fell.

"What?"

"I got accepted into a really nice screenwriter school and it's in America. I start during the Winter break."

"And you're just telling me now?!" He asked, stepping back from me.

"D--"

"I could've been spending all this time making sure I got every last bit of you until you left, but you're only telling me now that I have 2 weeks with you?! You lied for all that time (y/n)!"

"It was too hard to tell you, I didn't want you to worry all semester!"

"That doesn't matter! You lied to me all semester about what was bothering you! You're a bitch!" He said, his face red and worked up. "I can't believe I worked up to kiss you for real this time! I HATE you!"

I was taken aback at his outburst. I know it's not good news, but this is just way more hurtful than I thought. He stormed off back into his dressing room and I stood there with watery eyes.

I shouldn't have told him here.

I headed back to get my stuff and people who had witnessed it gave me sad looks. I packed up my stuff and headed out of the dressing room. I should just walk home.

I turned the corner and tried not to think about Dan, but I noticed him with his stuff on the floor, waiting against the wall. He was my ride here, but I can't.

I just started down the hall opposite to him and he followed to which my stomach ached. Why does he have to do that? I walked out of the school and he walked over to his car and I just kept walking. I'd rather hurt my fingers from this heavy box than ride with him, the guilt was eating me alive. I sensed his car pull up and roll along side with me. I glanced over and he was looking at me.

"Get in." He commanded and I only listened, putting my stuff in the back seat. I sat down in the passengers seat, watching out the window. He meant what he said, I don't expect an apology.

He pulled up to my house and I got out and got my stuff from the back, pausing outside his car.

"D--"

"Don't, just forget about talking to me. Just practice for when you leave."

I watched him pull away and my eyes watered, walking up the driveway. I sniffled and made my way inside where my mum congratulated me on the play. I just nodded and went to take a shower.

I kept myself composed and showered, getting dressed and letting my hair stay wet and cold against my neck. I sat in my bed with my knees hugged to my chest. I started to cry, knowing that I'd have to go to school Monday and he'd be gone.

I just sobbed.

Stay awesome!

~Calymari