A/N: Not related to the story but VERY important! I can't go to Dan and Phil's tour but I think one time they said they would be live-streaming it but I'm not sure?? If anyone knows anything like that please tell me, and I swear I'll love you forever. Okay thanks now back to the story!

Dan's POV

My head is spinning. I just made out with one of my best mate's girlfriends. Oh, and basically confessed my love for her. And I'm pretty sure she's feels the same way.

Wait.

She feels the same way.

Oh, shit.

I want her. She wants me. But does that mean we're right for each other? We both have issues, and what if we end up toxic for each other? I didn't even get the chance to talk to (Y/n) about the fact that she self harmed, recently. And it's not like I don't have any problems right now, either.

How can I love her, if there's even a possibility I might hurt her?

Your POV

I awake at ten in the morning, not a single bone in my body wanting to start the day. PJ's going to be home. What the hell do I tell him? That is, if I even can say anything. I still need to talk to Dan and figure this shit out before making any huge decisions. I'm not gonna fuck this up.

At least, any more than I already have.

I check my phone, and groan as I see a text from PJ.

Hey, wanna do something tonight? ;)

Do you think we can stay in? I'm not feeling the best

Aw I'm sorry. That's fine, hun.

"Ughhhh!" I cry out, flopping onto my back, and staring at the ceiling. If PJ's back at the apartment, how the hell am I going to get to talk to Dan alone?

I realize there's only one way for me to do this.

Meet me at the diner by the corner store

Before I see if Dan responds, I throw my hair up into a ponytail, and dress in leggings and a light jacket. I haphazardly apply my makeup, grab my bag, and rush out the door. I run down the steps and pavement, until I get to the rundown restaurant.

"Hi, I'm waiting to meet someone, so can you sit me at a table for two?" I quickly spew to the hostess standing up front.

"Oh, um, sure!" She replies sweetly, grabbing two menus and heading to a small table right in the middle of the dingy restaurant. I sit down, and take my phone out of my pocket.

Okay, I'll be there in 10

The message was from twelve minutes ago. He'll be here any second now. As if on cue, he walks through the front door, looks around for a second, and when he spots me, waves and walks to the table.

"Um, hey," I say awkwardly, my leg suddenly becoming restless and shaking a million miles an hour.

"Hey," He replies, the same level of awkwardness radiating from him. I realize he's probably not gonna be the one to say anything, so I decide I just have to cut to the chase, and ask the first question I want to clear up.

"Um... you don't consider last night a mistake, do you?" I ask, then add quickly, "I mean, I don't, but I just want to make sure we're on the same level."

He chuckles nervously. "No, I don't think it was a mistake." I smile graciously, one huge weight lifted off my chest. However, there's plenty more holding me down.

"Um, I just don't know what I'm gonna do about... PJ," I mutter, just loud enough for him to hear. "I mean, obviously I'm gonna have to end things with him."

"Yeah, I don't really, either," Dan says. "I do know that he's planning on going home within the week, if that makes anything easier."

"Well, that's good," I respond. "At least it'll be a little less awkward afterwards if he's not gonna be here."

"Yeah, I guess so. When do you think you're gonna, you know, break up with him?"

"I dunno," I admit. "He wanted to hang out tonight, and I kinda want to get it over with as fast as possible."

"Oh, okay." Dan looks at me, anxiety etched in his face. "Are you gonna tell him about... last night?"

"Not unless you want me to," I reply. "Honestly, I was planning to keep that... between us." We both chuckle nervously, but the tension seems to thin out just a bit.

Dan's POV

(Y/n) sits across from me, dressed in leggings and a sweatshirt, hair messily pulled into a ponytail, mascara smudged under her eyes. How can she look like she just crawled out of bed, yet still so breathtakingly beautiful? Looking at her, I also notice how her cheeks look more hollow, her bone structure more prominent. However, that may just be because she just woke up, and maybe her makeup fills out her face more. Who knows?

Although I know I should be incredibly stressed about how PJ's gonna react, how (Y/n) and I are even gonna be in a relationship, in reality, I don't care that much right now. (Y/n) already asked the first thing on my mind this morning, and when she told me she didn't regret last night, my heart naturally ran for the hills. It totally wasn't as if I had spent last night reliving kissing her over and over again, obsessing over the next time I would get the chance. The only regret I have is not doing it sooner.

A server suddenly comes up to us, and I jump a bit, completely forgetting we're sitting in the middle of a restaurant.

"What can I get you two?" The thin, raven haired woman asks in a sweet voice. "Can I start you off with something to drink?" She looks at (Y/n) first.

"Oh, um, can I just have a water with lemon?" She asks shyly. I didn't know it would ever be possible for me to meet someone as awkward and shy as me, if not, even more.

"Dan?" I hear her small voice call my name, sending me back to reality.

"Yeah?" I reply dumbly, and she giggles behind her hand.

"What do you want to drink?" She asks, still laughing under her breath.

"Oh... oh!" I nearly shout, realizing I must've completely zoned it momentarily. "Um... I'll just have coffee."

"Okie dokie," the waitress asks. Suddenly, as she looks away, I quickly check the middle of the table. Luckily, there's a small pot of sugar and creamer. There's no way I could handle drinking an entire black coffee.

I look from the pot to (Y/n), who raises her eyebrows at me and laughs. "What?" I ask.

"You, you're just so..." She trails off, still gazing at me.

"So what?" I ask insistently, but can't help laugh at her smile.

"I dunno, you're just so much like me," she replies.

"Oh, damn, that's so terrible," I joke sarcastically. She chuckles.

"Well, it's not exactly everyone's goal to be anything similar to me," she says, slightly dejectedly. She says it like it's a joke, but I can tell there's still a part of her that believes it, which stings.

"Oh, shut up," I reply. "First of all, I think everyone should aspire to be you. Second of all, you just said I'm similar to you, so I take serious offense to that."

"Oh, jeez, sor-ry," she says dramatically.

"You better be," I reply, looking down at the menu. "What do you want to eat?"

Your POV

Dan and I spend most of the time joking around, but we also do spend a little of it trying to create some sort of game plan. I'm going to have to break up with PJ tonight, because it's better sooner than later, especially if he plans on going home soon.

We walk back to the apartment building together, his right arm draped around my shoulders. As we walk down the street, he swings me left and right, almost knocking me over, but still holding me up. All the pedestrians passing by give us dirty looks for basically taking up the whole pavement, but it only makes me crack up harder.

Soon, we reach the building. I decide to head up to my apartment first, then he'll go up right after me, so if PJ or Phil come into the hall, they don't see us together. I book it into my room, and a few seconds later, I hear Dan walk through his apartment door.

Now it's time to come up with the game plan.

However, like most of my life, nothing ever goes the way it's supposed to.

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Around 5:30, I get a text from PJ.

Hey, wanna come over?

Yeah, be over in a sec

I take a deep breath. It's either now or never, really.

I look at myself in the mirror, brush through my hair, and head out. I knock on their door, in which Phil is the one to open it.

"Oh, hey there, (Y/n)! What's up?"

"I just wanted to, uh, talk to PJ about something." I try to speak casually, but his expression shows he can see the nervousness etched into my face.

"Oh..." is all he can say. I'm sure he's smart enough to have a general guess about what I might have to say. "Um, come in," he says, moving to the side so I could walk in.

"Thanks," I mumble, walking past him and down to the guest bedroom. The door's already open a crack, so I just let myself in.

"Oh, hey, there!" PJ greets me, standing up from his bed and walking over to me.

"Hey," I breathe as he kisses me on the forehead. I have the sudden urge to wipe it off, but I hold back. Looking at PJ, I feel disgusting. My heart starts pulsing, and before I know it, tears brim my eyes. Oh, shit.

PJ's face flushes with concern. "What's wrong?" He asks insistently.

"I...I..." is the only thing that comes out, and I can't help but let out a small sob. Of course I decide the perfect time to melt down.

"What's wrong? Here, sit down," he attempts to wrap his arm around my shoulder, but without hesitating, I instinctively push myself away from him. I see the hurt blazing in his eyes, and I don't know what to do or say. What the hell is wrong with me?

I take a deep breath. You can do this. You have to do this. "I... I think we..." each word feels almost impossible to come out, like there's a rock stuck in my throat. "I think... we need..." Ugh, I'm so fucking pathetic.

"Are you... breaking up with me?" Obviously, doofus. I'm just glad he said it so I didn't have to. I nod, then look down at the floor as tears spill from my eyes.

"What? Why?" He exclaims. "No, you can't do this!" Oh, my God, why does he have to take it like this?

"Please..." I whine, annoying even myself.

"No. Not until you give me one good reason." He demands, getting uncomfortably close to my face. "Was I not good enough? How was I not good enough for you?"

Oh, my god. Oh, my god.

"I don't... I can't..." I breathe, and suddenly, anxiety clogs my throat. I lean against the wall, clutching at the hem of my shirt. My vision goes blurry on the edges.

"Oh, what are you doing now, trying to make me feel sorry for you?!" He exclaims. "You're pathetic enough that you can't even give me one good reason as to why you want to break up?!" Where did this even come from? Of all the possible way I imagined this going wrong, this was probably the one I thought was least likely.

Suddenly, Dan comes barging into the room, anger blazing in his eyes, his nostrils flaring. He looks at me, and his eyebrows scrunch together in concern. "Why the hell are you screaming at her?!" He exclaims. "Can you not tell that she's clearly upset?"

"You! This must have something to do with you!" PJ exclaims. "What, were the rumors your stupid fans were saying true?"

"What the hell are you going on about?!" Dan shouts, sending a slash of panic through my chest, and I let out a groan. However, no one seems to realize.

"I knew it!" PJ shouts, and laughs maniacally, sending shivers down my spine. He throws his hands up in the air. "I knew it! You were fucking my best friend, weren't you?" I look up, and realize PJ was now facing me.

My face flushes with confusion, then anger. "What? No! Maybe I just wanted to leave you because this -" I wave my arms around, expressing the way he's acting "- is why!"

"Oh, you're so pathetic!" He sneers in my face.

"What the hell is your problem?!" Dan yells, grabbing PJ's collar and yanking him around to face him. The act knocks PJ off his edge, and he swings his fist, connecting it with Dan's jaw.

"Stop!" I scream, grabbing the back of PJ and attempting to pull him off of Dan. Dan holds his hand to his mouth, then takes it away, to reveal the massive amount of blood gushing from his mouth. Suddenly, Phil appears in the doorway, looking at the scene in awe.

"Get the bloody hell off me, bitch!" PJ hollers as he tries to wrestle from my hold, and filled with shock, my grip loosens and he breaks away from me, launching at Dan. However, before he can hit Dan again, Dan beats him to it, swinging his fist into PJ's nose. I hear a sickening crunch, and blood splatters through the air.

My breathing becomes hard and raspy, and I start to jump toward them, attempting to come between the fight. However, feel Phil's arms wrap around me. "It's okay... it's okay..." he breaths into my ear. Why the hell isn't he letting me break them up?

However, PJ seems to be done. He holds onto his nose as a failed attempt to limit the blood pouring from it, and looks psychotically into Dan's eyes. "You're gonna pay," is all he says. Still holding his hand to his nose, he throws the majority of his stuff into an already open suitcase lying in the corner of his room, and rushes out of the apartment.

Dan's breathing heavily, and my breath comes out short and hard. I try my best to calm myself down, but the farthest I can get is becoming a little more grounded. Finally, Phil speaks up.

"What the heck just happened?!" He exclaims.

"(Y/n) broke up with PJ," is all Dan says.

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Okay, that was a littleeee bit intense. I'm sorry if this chapter may have seemed fast-paced or sloppy, but I have a sort of hard time writing about this kind of violence, due to an incident in my past. However, writing about it still feels a bit therapeutic, so obviously I'm going to continue doing it. I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far! If you did, please remember to comment, vote and follow! I know I've said this a million and one times, but it motivates me so much and makes my day! Love you!