Playing With Fire || d.h

93. The Downfall

(The song above gives me shivers so I thought I might as well share it)

Wowee I've been looking back at old chapters and somehow I'm only now just realizing how cringe they are so I'd like to say I'm sorry for subjecting you guys to that shit.

Between the amazing hotel bed, being with Dan, and how exhausted I was, last night was the best sleep I've had in a long time. I wake up just as the sun peaks over the horizon, and I rub the sleep from my eyes as I smoothly slip out of bed. I grab something random from my luggage, and take a quick shower. I had hopped into bed last night without even taking my makeup off, and I feel a little grimy.

Once I'm done, I quickly get dressed, dry my hair, and do my makeup as quickly as possible before stepping out of the bathroom. As I walk out into the main room, Dan sits on the couch, already dressed in black skinny jeans and a crewneck sweater. As he sees me, he immediately stands up, catching me slightly off guard.

"Hey, what's up?" I ask, placing my hands on my hips.

"Lets go out for breakfast!" He says, way too aggressive for this early in the morning. I really want to stay in, but the look on his face makes it impossible to say no.

I roll my eyes, but give him a small smile. "Okay."

We walk out of the hotel and onto the street, already busy with pedestrians. However, since I've grown used to the busyness of the London streets, it doesn't bother me much.

Dan leads the way, although as he inspects nearly every food place we pass, I get the suspicious he's not entirely sure where he plans on taking us. However, I don't question it, and only continue to follow him down the street. Finally, we come to a small hole-in-the-wall diner. Dan opens the door for me, and a small bell dings above my head as I walk in. We sit at a small table in the middle of the restaurant, and a waiter comes up to us, placing a menu in front of each of us. We give him our drink orders, before looking down at our menus.

"So, today's the last day of filming, huh?" Dan asks, leaning his elbows on the table. I sigh heavily, and sit back in my chair.

"Yeah, I guess so," I reply. "As long as it's not anymore draining as the last two days, I think I'll be fine."

Dan lets out a laugh. "Yeah, as much as I love this experience, I don't think I'd be able to handle much more of this." He stirs the straw of the drink just placed in front of him, and I take a sip of mine.

After eating, we leave the diner, and get an Uber to Shane's house. The drive seems to get faster everyday, and in no time at all, we're pulling up the driveway. I'm a lot calmer than I had been the last two mornings, and let Dan lead the way to Shane's porch. He knocks lightly on the door, and muffled barking comes from the other side as footsteps come closer. The door swings open, showing Shane, Ryland, Garrett, and Andrew standing on the other side. As I step into the house, I see Morgan sitting at the table, chowing down on Taco Bell.

Honestly, an icon.

"Good morning!" Shane greets us, wrapping his arms around me, and then Dan. "And I just want to promise you, I don't plan on today being as intense as the last couple days."

I give him a grateful smile. "Thank you, I don't think I could handle any more of that."

"Oh, it's no problem," he says, but then adds in a fake whisper, "But if you have any tea to spill, please don't hold back."

I let out a laugh, before Shane leads me to the couch, and everyone sits down in the same arrangement as yesterday. This time, Dan immediately intertwines his fingers with mine. At first, I think it's meant to comfort me, but when I look into his eyes, I can tell he's already anxious. I give him a reassuring smile, before turning back to Shane. Andrew turns on his camera, and gives Shane the signal that he's filming.