After a horrendous reveal of her previous relationship, (y/n) goes to live with her brother, Phil Lester, and his flatmate, Dan Howell. She hopes to begin rebuilding trust with the people around her, but will her ex become a problem once more?
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"Oh my god," I choked, dropping my phone as I covered my mouth with my hands. Phil quickly caught it before it made contact with the floor below, looking at the image that was sent to me.
"What the--What is wrong with him?!" Phil questioned, staring at the image as if it would answer his question or change into something completely different.
"He's insane. Isaac is fucking insane. That's the only answer," I mumbled. I felt a change of emotion come over me. I was enraged now. This insane human being just kidnapped someone who I was extremely close with. This is unacceptable. I snatched my phone back from Phil and readied my fingers to type until I realized there were more messages.
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Staring once again at the message and image, I quickly called the monster. He picked up after the first ring. "(y/n), I'm glad you-"
"What the actual fuck is wrong with you? Kidnapping someone? What have you become Isaac?!" I yelled into the phone. Rage searing through my blood. Phil looked absolutely shocked, but I ignored him for the time being.
"My Star, please don't yell," he said, his voice sounding calmer than it should be.
"You kidnapped someone, Isaac! And not just someone, my brother's flatmate! How the fuck am I supposed to be calm right now when you've turned into a complete psycho?" I continued.
"Star, please, meet me at Starbucks. Please, my love," he pleaded.
"You lied to me. You have no right to call me your love when you used me."
"I've changed, I swear. Please, Star."
"Oh, obviously!" I stated sarcastically. "Kidnapping someone is such a good change. Truly, it is!"
"Star, my love, just meet me at Starbucks. Please," he pleaded one last time. I let out a sigh before speaking one last time.
"Let me think about it," I exasperated, hanging up immediately.
"Think about what? (y/n), what are you going to do?" Phil interrogated me, concern showering over him.
"He wants to meet me at the Starbucks by the flat. I think I have to go," I said, running a hand through my hair in hopes to calm the craze it had become.
"Are you insane?! You can't go. I won't let you. What if he hurts you? What if he just snatches you up, too? I think we need to call the police and report him," Phil protested. I stared at my brother, searching his facial expression and the expression in his eyes before finally speaking.
"Phil, I would do anything to keep Dan far away from harm. I have to do this," I said. Phil opened his mouth to protest once more but quickly realized that the argument had already ended. Hesitantly, I grabbed my phone one last time, opening the messages between Isaac and me.
