Scarlett:
I fell asleep on the plane. Ivan still wouldn't tell me where we were going. The flight was probably the longest 6 hours of my life. I went into the bathroom and changed into more comfortable clothes, I went through my suitcase, unfortunately Ivan had packed it. I pulled out a white Tommy Hilfiger shirt, high-waisted jeans and converse. I did my hair up in a bun and went to one of the mini bars. I raided the fridge for food, nothing, "are you being legit right now Ivan? you own a private jet but you cant get some food for the fridge?" I shouted.
I strolled over to him and sat on his lap and played with his hair till I slowly fell asleep in his arms again.
Dan:
Scarlett went off with Ivan, I thought I had a chance, smooth move Dan you cant be with her if shes married. Shes moved on, shes found someone else.
I headed back to my apartment and locked myself into my room. I should hate her. I want to hate her but I can't. I grabbed out my laptop, I scrolled through my photos, I should've deleted these photos a long time ago. I opened my twitter, I searched through Scarlett's old twitter, her profile picture was us, maybe there is still hope?
Minutes turned hours, hours turned into days, days turned into weeks. 3 agonizing weeks in my cold room, I barely ate, I had blocked up my door with my bedside table. There was constant knocking from Kyle and the others, I refused to go out till Scarlett comes.
I've truly lost her, I lost her over a stupid argument. What am I doing? I'm sitting on the cold hard ground glaring at an IPhone. The blinds were closed, I had missed several gigs.
Kyle barged through the door moving the bedside table in the process.
"Daniel what are you doing with your life? What has gotten into you? I havent seen you leave this room for weeks? Your hair is wild and overgrown and you havent shaven in weeks! Eat this." he demanded as he slid his infamous 'pizza sandwhich' infront of me. I nibbled at the end of the pizza.
"I'm calling Scarlett and both of you have to get it together. Ivan won't mind, hes in LA seeing his family."
{{I cant even. Heres a depressed Dan for you guys.}}
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