2 Weeks Later

Your Pov

"You are free to go Miss (Y/L/N)," the nurse said to me then walked out.

"Finally!" I cheered as Dan smiled and handed me some clothes he had grabbed from my apartment before he had come to the hospital today.

I gratefully took the stack of neatly folded clothes from his hands and walked to the bathroom to get changed.

Once I'd finished I walked out and over to Dan who was standing by the door to the hospital room.

"Ready to go?" he asked.

"Oh definitely. I'm so ready to get out of this horrible place," I said smiling.

He didn't reply as we walked out of the room and down the hall. We reached the elevators and Dan pressed the down button. We waited a few minutes, until one finally reached our floor. Luckily no one was in there, so there wouldn't be any awkward silences with random strangers. We quickly reached the lobby, and as soon as the doors opened, I ran out and towards the front doors.

"I'm free!" I shouted once I was outside.

I took a deep breath enjoying the fresh air, as Dan walked out.

"Well you're happy to be out of there," he said, chuckling.

"Yeah," I said, grinning.

"So you wanna head back to the apartments? Or do you wanna go somewhere and eat?" he asked me.

"Definitely eat first," I said.

"Awsome," he said. "Is pizza good with you?"

"I'm always up for pizza!" I answered excitedly.

"Sweet, I call the pizza place, have them deliver it to my apartment and then we can eat and hang out," he said.

"Okay," I replied and we started walking, heading for the apartment complex that was just a couple of blocks away.

I was lost in thought while we were walking. Dan had just got off the phone with the pizza place, and draped his arm over my shoulders as we continued to walk.

I wonder if he actually loves me. I mean he must if he let himself starve and developed insomnia over me attempting suicide. But I mean, how could he love me? I'm ugly, fat, pathetic, dumb. Depressed. But he did kiss me. And I could feel the electricity. The butterflies. The fireworks. The passion in his kiss. We had fallen asleep cuddling that first night I woke up from my coma. I don't know...

"What're you thinking about?" he asked, pulling me back into reality.

I stayed silent for a moment. Debating whether I should tell him the truth.

"Just, about how you kissed me that first night I woke up. If you really love me or not. I mean, I know you said it, but like they say, 'actions speak louder than words,'" I said, telling him the truth.

He stopped walking, and turned to face me.

"Then let me show you," he said with a smirk on his face.

He placed his right hand on the small of my back, pulling me flush against him, and his left hand on the back of my head, guiding my face towards his. Just a second later, I could taste the sweetness of his lips. I felt the electricity and butterflies once more. I rested my hands on his chest. This kiss was just as good as the first time he'd kissed me, maybe even better. He eventually pulled away, and rested his forehead on mine again.

We just stared into each other's eyes before I finally broke the silence.

"Fine. I believe you," I whispered and smiled.

"Good," he whispered back, and smiled as well, then laughed and said, "We should probably start walking again if we're going to beat the pizza deliverer."

"Okay," I said and we started walking again.

I intertwined my fingers with his, and he lightly swung our hands back and forth. I smiled. It's nice. Knowing that someone cares about you. That they love you.

We'd finally reached his apartment, and while he was unlocking his front door, I broke our comfortable silence.

"I have one more question," I said.

"Okay, shoot," he replied.

"Did- Did my parents ever stop by and see me? Or any of my other family members?" I asked so quiet, it was barely a whisper.

To my astonishment, he heard, and simply replied, "No."

"Yeah, that's what I thought," I said, each word getting quieter as I spoke.

He opened his door, and let me in, before he came in after me, and closed it. He walked up to me, and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, and buried his head in my neck and hair.

"If they didn't come see you, that's their problem, not yours," he whispered reassuringly.

I smiled.

"Thanks," I said.

"No problem," he replied as there was a knock on the door.

"Must be the pizza," I said, and he agreed and went to open the door.

While he was paying the delivery man, I went and sat down on their couch. Dan soon came over, and sat the pizza box down on the coffee table, then sat next to me. I leaned against him, and laid my head on his shoulder.

"I'm exhausted," I said.

"Well, it is the first time you've walked anywhere in like, five and a half months," he lightly joked.

I laughed a little and said, "Yeah."

I took a pizza slice, and took a bite.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Dan asked.

"Sure," I answered, and he reached for his laptop that was also on the coffee table.

He opened it, then logged onto Netflix.

"Anything you wanna watch?" he asked me.

"Actually, yeah," I said, and he let me type in the movie title into the search bar.

I smiled when the movie came up.

"Have you ever seen this movie?" I asked him.

"No, what's it about?" he asked me, sounding interested.

"This girl is getting cyberbullied on this social media website by her school mates, and it gets so bad that she ends up trying to kill herself, but at the end of the movie, she gets over her depression," I explained.

"Are you sure you should be watching this?" he questioned.

"This is my go to movie, because while it seems like it'd be a triggering movie, the ending is what really helps me, and I feel happy for the rest of the day. I've watched this movie so many times, I could probably recite it word for word," I said laughing slightly.

"Okay," he said laughing with me.

I pressed play, and Cyberbully began to play.

As we watched the movie, I heard Dan sniffle when it got to the extremely sad parts. I didn't say anything, because I did the same thing for the longest time, and still do cry at it sometimes.

Once it was finished, all he could say was, "Wow."

"I know," I replied, then yawned.

"Tired?" He chuckled.

"A little," I smiled.

After I'd said that, he moved from our cuddling position, and then I felt him pick me up bridal style. He carried me to his bedroom and laid me down on his bed.

"I still need pyjamas," I said laughing a little.

"Oh, right," he said, blushing.

"Here," he said handing me one of his t-shirts and a pair of his sweats.

"Thanks," I said and walked to the bathroom to change.

His clothes were big on me, but I expected that. I walked out and back to his room, to find him already under his duvet. I chuckled, and turned the light off and shut the door. I laid down on the other side of his bed, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me closer to him.

After a little while, I whispered, "Dan?"

"Hmmm?" he said, sounding half asleep.

"What- What are we?" I asked.

"What do you want us to be?" he countered.

I was shocked by his response, and stumbled out, "I- Um, uh. I want to- to be your g- girlfriend."

"Girlfriend it is then," he said and I heard him smile.

I smiled, and quickly slipped into sleep happily, for the first time in a while.  

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the chapter! This one was super long, oops.... Guess I just got into the story ;) I should have the next one up soon as well, so keep a look out for it! Thanks for reading!