Playing With Fire || d.h

68. Villian, My Love

Tbh my mental health has been a little tipsy lately and I'm trying rly hard to keep it together and this story is legit the only form of validation I'm receiving right now so I just wanna thank you all for all the support. I know it sounds stupid if you're just a reader but this story sometimes feels like the only productive thing in my life and without the reads and comments, I wouldn't have this, so thanks so much, just for being here 💜

ALSO I NEED YOUR HELP: I love making sorta outfits for this story but I want it to be more relatable so what's the most common sort of style within the people who read this? Art hoe, grunge, nerdy, etc? Comments/suggestions would be greatly appreciated 💜

I wake up the next morning to a banging on the door, Dan sighing and pulling the duvet over his head. I try my best to ignore it, but the banging only continues, and I roll out of bed. Carefully wrapping a blanket around my bare body, I let out a large yawn, before walking to the bedroom  door. I open it, and see Dodie, already dressed and chipper.

"C'mon!" She shouts, leaving a ringing in my ears. "I barely got to really see you yesterday, and the four of us are going to hang out!"

I stand in the doorway, mute, still not completely alert. She looks over my shoulder, seeing Dan, and marches shamelessly into the bedroom. I say shamelessly, as I'm sure it's pretty obvious to her that Dan and I are both naked.

She sashays to the window, pulling the shades open, light streaming into the room. Dan sits up, uncovering his face and chest and rubbing his eyes.

Dodie turns to him, before her eyes widen almost comically. "What the bloody hell happened to your face?"

Both Dan and I give her a questioning look, before both of us remember the swollen, purple cut right under his right eye.

"Oh, that was James," I answer, closing the bedroom door slightly. The last thing I need is for Phil to come in here. Dodie might be open and honest, but if Phil saw Dan and I, I don't think I'd be able to look at him for the rest of the day.

Her eyebrows narrow in confusion, before she finally seems to connect the dots. "He showed up at your party?" She nearly shouts, her eyes widening to an impossible size.

I roll my eyes, readjusting the blanket tighter around me. "Dodie, as overwhelmingly excited I am to hang out with you, do you think we could talk about this...after I'm dressed?"

Her eyes narrow in confusion, before realization covers her face once again, and she lets out a loud giggle. "Yeah, just don't take too long." As she crosses the room to the door, she gives me a wink, closing the door behind her. I roll my eyes as Dan's face turns beat red, and I can't help but laugh.

"What happened to all that confidence from last night?" I ask, bouncing slightly as I plop back down into bed next to him.

"That was just you and I, not...anyone else," he replies sheepishly, and I laugh.

"You're so cute," I whisper into his ear, before kissing him on the cheek, and standing up.

While Dan gets dressed behind me, I quickly pull on underwear and one of his shirts, still scared about him seeing my scars in broad daylight. I had only picked up a random shirt from his closet, but I realize I actually like the way it looks on me. I tuck it into a pair of high rise shirts I find on the floor, and as I glance around, I realize it basically looks as if I live here.

I turn around to see Dan pulling a shirt over his head, running his fingers through his hair in front of the mirror. I walk up behind him, standing on my tiptoes, and place my chin on his shoulder, wrapping my arms around him.