Playing With Fire || d.h

79. A Crack in the Glass

If I were to write another fanfic after this one, who would you guys want to read one about? It can be another Dan one, or someone else. I don't really plan on continuing my Dodie story, at least not for now, but if any of you have any ideas, please let me know. 💜

Dan's POV

Just the fact that I know (y/n) is still alive, and doesn't want me dead, has improved my mood tenfold. I'm able to get out of bed, and eat, and talk, and focus all my energy on trying to figure out how to save her.

My main motivation is the fact that I still love her, and if there's even a sliver of chance that she still loves me, then I'm willing to put my all into this.

By Dodie and Phil's reaction, I think they're just happy that I'm actually beginning to become a functioning person again.

"I feel like we're at a standstill," Dodie admits as we sit in the lounge. "I mean, until we hear from Macy again, I feel like there's nothing we can really do. We have no idea where she even is, and (y/n)'s not going to answer any of our messages."

I sigh heavily, using every ounce of mind power to think of any sort of solution. However, there's none.

"Don't you know where her mom lives?" Phil asks.

I shake my head. "I have no idea where it is, except that it's in a small town, in the middle of a suburban neighborhood." Besides, from what I've heard about (y/n)'s mom, and from what I know about (y/n), she probably hasn't even told her mom that she's no longer in London.

Now that I've somehow awoken from a bit of my depression, even though I'm still a bit miserable, I realize that I still need to continue living. And because of that, I need to make a living. So, I decide to make a video.

I spend a lot more time on this video than I usually do, probably because I have nothing else to do, and I need something to distract myself.

Into the second hour of editing, Phil knocks on my door and walks in. "Hey, you're doing something!"

I laugh. "Wow, I can't believe I'm being praised for doing my job.

"Well, considering you've barely even gotten out of your bed these last few weeks, I'm pretty proud of you." He hesitates, before adding, "I'm really glad you're staring to feel better."

"Yeah, me, too," I reply, smiling at him. He grins, before turning around, and walking back out of my room.

Your POV

"How do I even know if I can trust you anymore?" I shout at Macy, heat rising to my face. As I had woken up from my nap, I immediately caught her with my phone in her hands, going through my texts.

She rolls her eyes, which only angers me more. "You're literally fucking James, and you're trying to talk about trust." I clench my jaw in frustration, running my hands through my hair as she continues. "And anyway, have you even read these messages? You act like no one cares, when they obviously do. Dan still loves you, Dodie and Phil still care about you, they all need you. They're miserable without you."

"They're miserable without the old me!" I exclaim. "The me they knew, who acted like everything was fine, and was naive to think I could be okay. But I cracked, and I'm no longer the person they knew. They say they miss me, but if they saw who I was now, they would run for the hills."

Macy rolls her eyes. "Why can't you talk to them? Why are you letting yourself be miserable? After seeing how good you were doing, I can't stand for this anymore!" Tears well up in her eyes, and I realize how much this is really hurting her.