'Lily.' A soft voice said from somewhere in the dark. My head was fuzzy and my body discontented from my brain. But the main thing was I felt no pain. I felt relief. I wasn't in the rubble anymore. I could hear beeps and distant voices. I knew I was safe in hospital. 'Lily, open your eyes.' I knew that voice. A happiness crept over me. 'Dan?' I tried to say but barely a sound left my dry mouth. 'Hey sleepy head.' It took far too much effort to do as I was told, but I eventually opened my eyes to see his beautiful face near mine. He was lying beside me in a hospital bed. The window behind him was dark. I wondered what time or what day it even was. I then noticed one of his hands was stroking my face and the other holding mine. 'You know how to scare me.' He laughed sourly. 'Sorry.' I whispered. 'De ja vu.' I told him. It was just like the time is woken up in hospital all those years ago with Dan beside me. I had so many questions but no brain capacity to ask just yet. I wanted to go back to sleep. And that's what I did.

Things have gotten quite a bit confusing in Dan's mind for the past few months, and knowing that the fans... "shipped" him and Kyle really didn't help anything. But just because some random kids who don't actually know you think you belong with your friend doesn't mean you actually do... right? Maybe he should just keep quiet and ignore the feelings. After all, Kyle is just a friend and couldn't possibly be thinking the same thing. I've tried to highlight the confusions of interest that seem to plague so many of our lives and threaten to ruin our friendships. I've personally dealt with plenty of this confusion so I thought I'd try to put it in a story, and why not use an all-time favorite ship? This is supposed to be pretty realistic BUT of course I'm not saying Dan actually has these feelings for Kyle. Just remember it's fiction. Thanks!

When Cassie's life gets interrupted abruptly by a mysterious officer telling her she's got a stalker, she doesn't know what to think. But as time goes on, her supposed rescuer seems suspicious himself. Could he have something to hide? What's the truth? Who can she trust? She certainly shouldn't have trusted strangers.

Dan, the lead singer of Bastille, falls in love with Hannah, a widowed mother of two children. Just as life couldn't be any better for him, fate intervenes and he is forced to raise the children alone and heartbroken. But it's not just the children that have to grow and learn. Some readers may find this story upsetting.

'Lily?' He said quietly. I didn't respond. I hoped he thought I was sleeping. Even though I doubted I'd be getting much sleep. I had far too much on my mind to switch off. I was finding it so hard to concentrate on what I was supposed to be doing when I was so consumed with guilt. Every time he looked at me with those kind blue eyes, all I could think about was how much I must've hurt him. I had walked away without ever looking back, no explanation, nothing but a sorry note. How he could cope without wanting to kill me I'd never know. I guessed the kindest thing I could do was at least stop ignoring him and stop treating him like he'd done something wrong. 'Yeah?' I eventually replied. 'I...' He began. But a long silence hung in the air, as though he was thinking what to say next. 'Good night.' He said with a sigh. Whatever it was he was going to say, I doubted it had been just 'goodnight'. That had been my queue to speak up. But I couldn't. I was still too ashamed of what I'd done to face it.

'No.' I said bluntly and walked away. I'd tried my best to keep calm, but was now resorting to holding my bottom lip with my teeth to stop it trembling. I couldn't believe that out of all the bands in the world, I had been assigned this one. With him. What on earth was I supposed to do? I'd never dreamed of seeing him again, and definitely not at work. But hadn't I known he was in a band? Hadn't he been the one who'd planted the idea in my head to work with musicians? I felt incredibly stupid and embarrassed. I took myself off to the ladies toilets before heading back to the office, checking I was alone before shutting the cubicle door and letting out a silent scream. No one could ever find out that Dan and I were married.

A hidden past, two best friends and a shared secret. Grace's life had been turned upside down the day she landed on her long lost Grandmothers front door at four years old. Everything she'd ever known was gone and she was scared and alone. Until she sat next to Danny on the story time carpet in her new school. And from that moment they became a pair, a duo, inseparable. And then they were torn apart.

Daniel and Stacey are housemates. But do they both want more? Would Daniels career get inbetween them and tear them apart?

Dan is hiding a horrible secret that forces him into hiding. His one best friend, Kyle, brings him back from the brink of death, only to discover a terrible secret of his own.

A story of how people's imperfections can bring them together or tear them apart. Dan Smith (Bastille) fan fiction.