In which Kyle is a kleptomaniac and Dan helps run a corner shop. //Major Trigger Warning for OCD/ Compulsive thoughts/ behaviour//

Before Bastille, the thought of performing made Dan Smith sick. It was almost the end of sixth form, he could get a new start, but he still had 5 months to go. He was no one, just a shy kid who went to the music room everyday after school. That was until Erica overheard him singing. Erica promises to herself that she will get Dan to show his talent, even if that means getting him very drunk, very fast...

"compare scars of love and war, oh
some are ugly and some are worth it" the story of a sad art teacher

*WARNING* : Gots some triggering stuff in here. I warned you.

"I can fix you." "No you can't Daniel, no one can" (Dan Smith Fanfiction) Trigger warning- Self-harm , abuse Started - 22/12/16

"Why do you want to die so badly?" "I don't want to die. I want to end this torture." (On hold)

"I am thinking it's a sign, that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images. And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned." I sang softly, nearly overpowered by the sound of my guitar. I was rusty, but all in all I didn't think it sounded too terrible. I didn't dare glance up to see what my boys thought of it. "And I have to speculate, that God himself did make us into corresponding shapes. Like puzzle pieces from the clay. And true, it may seem like a stretch. But it's thoughts like this that catch my troubled head when you're away. When I am missing you to death." I had been stoic and strong through this whole thing. I had to, I wanted to for the sake of the men I loved. They needed an anchor, and I was capable. But playing one of Dan's favorite songs now hit me so painfully hard that I was afraid I would just lose it right then and there. I got the strong sense that this would be the last time. TW: terminal illness