Everything Dies in the Winter- A Dan Howell FanFiction

Everything Dies in the Winter- A Dan Howell FanFiction

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As I walked out into the cold, and rainy London night, I took a pack out of my backpack and lit a cigarette, a habit I was trying to drop, but just couldn't find the will to do it. When living off a Starbucks salary in London, life can be pretty stressful. I put my earbuds in and put my iPod on shuffle. I walked along the dark path to get to my flat. As I was about to cross the street I felt someone grab the back of my hoodie and drag me back onto the sidewalk. A car came speeding down the street just in time for me to be pulled onto the sidewalk. "Holy shit" I said aloud. I turned around to see a younger guy, who must have been who grabbed me. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Yeah, thanks for that." I replied. "No need to thank me, I don't think any decent human being would let someone else get hit by a car." he said, trying to lighten the mood. "Yeah you would have to be a pretty shitty person to let that happen." I said trying to match his wit. "My name is Missie by the way" "Oh, I'm Dan" "Well, thank you, for saving my life." "Oh, well you're very welcome" "It was nice meeting you but i kinda have to run" "Oh umm same, bye" As I walked back to my flat I contemplated how I hadn't seen that car, and how I was so lucky for him to have seen me, or was I. Did not getting hit by the car cause me to be destined for a even more painful death. I threw my cigarette on the ground and stomped on it before turning the key in the lock and opening the door.
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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