Your POV

NoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNo.

How the fuck did he even get in here?

I'm gonna have to talk to Dan about these parties he throws, and how trusting he is that no one suspicious is gonna sneak in.

Suddenly, as if fate couldn't hate me more, the venomous eyes lock with mine, and his dark eyebrows rise with surprise.

You don't deserve to be the surprised one, asshole.

He says something to whoever it was he was conversing with, and starts leading his way toward me. The second he takes a step, I turn on my heel, and push through the crowd as fast as I can in the other direction.

However, I don't realize the opposite direction is facing away from the exit, until it's too late, and I find myself staring at the wall in front of me. I turn, thinking maybe I can loop around him and leave, when he's standing right in front of me.

"Hey," He says shyly, his eyes darting around nervously.

You have no right to be the scared one, you piece of utter shit.

However, instead of saying anything, I only gawk at him awkwardly, my hands pressed firmly against the wall behind me, as if hoping I could suddenly melt into it and disappear.

"Can we talk?"

"No." The word comes out of my mouth like a wild animal escaping a cage.

"Please. I just want to know why."

"I do, too," I snap, gaining some sort of bravery I've never felt before. Maybe bravery is just another word for anger. "Why did you think what you did was okay? Why're you such a big pussy, you can't even apologize? Why were such a big wimp that the only way you could get in contact with me is to sneak into Dan and Phil's apartment?"

"You think I didn't want to? Every day and night I had the urge to call you, or text you, or just come to your apartment. But I knew there was no way you would ever answer me, much less let me explain myself."

"There's no excuse for what you did." I cross my arms over my chest, angry tears forming in my eyes as I glare at him, clenching my fists.

PJ and I hold silent eye contact, before he lets or a heavy sigh. "Please, Just give me-"

"What the bloody hell are you doing in my apartment?" PJ and I both look to see Dan a few feet away, rage radiating off of him.

"Woah, what happened to you?" PJ suddenly asks. I realize he must've been caught off guard from the bruise, however faded, still angry looking, shining on Dan's cheekbone.

"Leave, dude, just fucking leave," Dan growls monotonously, completely ignoring PJ's question.

"Listen, mate, I just wanted to-"

"I don't give a single fuck what you want, because whatever it is, you don't deserve it," Dan snarls.

PJ turns back to me, as if thinking if he ignores Dan, he'll go away. "Please, can you just tell me why?"

I open my mouth, but have no idea what would've come out, as Dan interrupts me before I get the chance. "She broke up with you because of me." I actually have to physically facepalm. Why the fuck would he think that was a good idea?

PJ's mouth goes agape, and he looks from Dan to me, then back at Dan. "What?" Is all he says.

"Dan and I are dating," I spew, hoping if I'm the one to say it, he'll get less angry. Or at least, not punch anyone in the face this time.

"Since when?"

I cringe, not knowing how to answer. "Well, there's not, like, an official day..."

"Was it before we broke up?"

I look into his eyes, not wanting to say the answer, but looking as sorry as I could. His eyebrows narrow, not in anger, but hurt and betrayal.

He looks between Dan and I again, and my anxiety rising, wanting him to just say something. Anything. Literally anything would be better than the tense silence brewing between us.

He turns back to me, shocking me a little. He stares into my face, as if only now observing me for the first time. And he doesn't like what he's seeing.

"I should've known." He gives a glaring look to Dan, and turns around.

"PJ, wait-" I croak, reaching for his sleeve to pull him back toward me.

He turns on his heels and looks me dead in the eyes. "Don't. I don't need to hear your pathetic excuses anymore." Once I've finished comprehending what he's said, he disappears back into the swarm. Tears finally start dripping down my face as I continue to stare in the direction he left, as if some sort of solution, some positive resolution, will take his place. But as I expected, nothing does.

I turn to Dan. "Why do I tear everything apart?" I ask, my voice wavering.

Dan's expression drops. "It's not your fault."

"But isn't it?" I finally cry, all dignity leaving my being. "I stayed with him even though I knew I didn't want to. I pretended I loved him, and dragged him on for as long as possible. Not to mention, I ruined your friendship."

"Don't do this to yourself." He gives a deep sigh, and wraps me in a warm hug, and I shove my head into his chest, letting his body muffle out the world around me. I'm able escape for just a few minutes.

Eventually, I pull away, and Dan looks down at me. I gaze into his chocolate eyes, and I want to do whatever I can to forget what just happened. "I'm not gonna let this ruin my night, or yours either."

Dan gives a small smile. "Want a shot?" I can't help but laugh.

"Yeah, I think I need that right now," I reply, and we walk to the kitchen, my hand clasped in his.

He reaches for two Jell-O shots, but I instinctively stop him. "Um, I think I'll just go for a regular shot," I smile weakly.

"Okie dokie." He grabs a green shot glass filled with clear liquid and hands it to me. As he squeezes the orange jello into his mouth, I slam the shot, like liquid fire running down my throat. I then grab a second one and down it in one swift motion, and Dan does the same.

"I feel a little better now," I grin, and Dan laughs.

"Yeah, me too," he replies. We walk into the lounge, and continue talking, along with dancing. I don't know what happened, but somehow Dan gets separated while I was dancing with Tanya Burr. As she walks away to grab another drink, I stand on my tiptoes, trying to look over the mass ocean of heads, dancing, swaying, or cutting through the crowd. I don't spot him, but instead, see Phil's head peaking over everyone else's.

"Excuse me, sorry-oops, Sorry," I push my way through the crowd until I come up to Phil and tap on his shoulder, causing him to turn around and face me. "Hey, do you know where Dan went?"

Phil furrows his brows, glances quickly over the crowd, and looks back at me, shaking his head.

"Ugh, he was just with me, then disappeared."

"Maybe he just needed a quick break, or someone else kinda stole him. He's not very good at saying no to people, you know."

"Yeah, that's true." I'm about to start looking again, when someone's arm wraps around my shoulder, and I turn to see big frames and glistening white teeth.

"Oh, my God, I'm so glad to finally meet you!" Tyler Oakley squeals, wrapping me in a hug, and Phil laughs at my surprised expression, disappearing back into the crowd.

"How-how do you know who I am?" I stutter when we pull away. Did Phil really just leave me, the most socially anxious person in existence, to socialize with the Tyler Oakley?

"Well, of course Dan's told me about you!" His grin covers his face. "Not only that, but y'know, you've kinda gotten your name out."

It takes me a second to realize he must be talking about that leaked news report. "Oh, that's probably the last way I'd want to become 'known,'" I reply, making air quotes with my fingers.

Tyler only shrugs. "Well, once I saw that video, I had to ask Danny who you were. It was kind of a nightmare to get it out of him that he liked you, but of course I have my ways." He winks.

"Dan told you he liked me?" I ask, trying to hide he surprise in my voice.

"Oh, more like I had to force it out of him," he exclaims dramatically. "But of course, he likes you! The way he talked about you was like a romance novel!" I try not to gawk, and before I can think of a reply, someone I don't recognize comes behind Tyler, and before I know it, he's swept away.

"Buh-bye, (Y/n)!" He waves at me as he disappears into the ocean of people, laughing hysterically.

I'm still standing in awe, completely unable to comprehend whatever just happened. Dan liked me enough to actually tell other people? I mean, I figured he had feelings for me based on what he told me that night we kissed for the first time, but I didn't know he, like, liked me that much.

I smile to myself. Hm, the more you know.

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"Ugh, I dunno about you, but I'm exhausted." Dan drops into the chair by his piano as I lie flat on my back on his bed, staring at the prickly pattern on his ceiling. Dodie's saying the last few goodbyes as people leave, but Dan and I have already retired to his room. I still have alcohol in my system, obviously, which is giving me a euphoric glow.

"Hey, guess what I found out tonight?" I sit up, smiling at Dan and giggling.

"What did you find out tonight?" He asks, grinning stupidly.

"Someone told me you like me," I emphasize the word 'like' like I'm back in middle school, talking about the stupid crushes we would have on guys we've never even talked to.

He raises his eyebrows, still giving me a toothy grin, his dimple emphasized on his cheeks. "I thought you already knew that. I mean, if I didn't like you, then this would be a little awkward." He laughs.

"Yeah, but I mean, before we got together," I say, sticking my hands underneath my thighs.

He cocks his head slightly to the left. "Of course I liked you even before we got together, I thought I made that pretty obvious that night." He pauses, then asks me, more seriously, "You really couldn't tell?"

I shake my head no. "I dunno, I guess I was too absorbed in my own confusing emotions to pay attention to anything else. I never really considered the possibility of you, you know, reciprocating the feelings." The second half of my statement blends together like watery paint, stupid drunken rhetoric.

He chuckles. "I thought I was making it pretty obvious," he states.

I ponder for a second, the fuzziness of my mind making it difficult to think clearly. Finally, I ask, "How long?"

He looks to the side, thinking about it for a second. "I mean, I kinda had a thing for you the second I met you. I don't know when I really realized, though, because I spent most of the time just denying it."

"Huh," is all I can think to say.

Dan stands from his chair, and for some reason, my feet command me to do the same. "Well, considering we were both denying it for so long, I'm glad we kinda...defied the odds, in a way," he gives a nervous, yet enkindling laugh.

I accidentally let out a small gasp as his cool hand gently pushes my hair away from my shoulder and wraps around my neck, bringing his face closer to mine. Whatever nervous, awkward guy he was before has seemed to have left the room as he's gained a whole new, confident demeanor. I instinctively place my palm right underneath the middle of his collarbones, and gaze into his eyes as they glance down at my lips, our faces coming together.

As he cradled the back of my head in his strong hand, he kissed me softly at first, but with a sudden gradation of intensity, his demanding mouth parted my lips, the bite of liquor still on his tongue. Swimming thoughts run round and round my mind as I cling onto him, like he's the only solid thing as the world blurs and sways around me.

Our lips part for a second, as if trying to catch our breath, then he comes back more gently, carefully. However, gentleness wasn't what I wanted, not now. I kiss him deeper, harder, with an impassioned need I've never known before. I knot my hands in his shirt, forcing him to moan softly, low in his throat.

It's a kiss that shows me every one I've had in my life before has been wrong.

"Oomph!" Dan had incidentally been pushing me closer to the end of the bed, until I ended up tripping over the edge and falling onto the mattress. I inch backward until my head lies on the pillow as Dan walks around to the side of the bed, lying down next to me. I turn and pull myself on top of him, kissing his forehead, nose, mouth. However, he takes over, and flips me into my back, forcing a small gasp of surprise to escape me.

He towers over me, grazing his nose against mine, teasing me, agitating the lion in my chest. I feel the weight of him, all of him, pressed against me. I inhale the mingled smells of his shampoo, the alcohol on his breath, and the intoxicating scent that's just...him. I want to breath him, eat him, drink him.

Our lips land on each other like magnets, and his kiss was all taking, as if he was drawing something out of me. He was my magic drug to escape this world. My addiction.

He mouth moves gracefully from my lips, to my jaw, to my neck. I can't keep myself from gasping as he kisses the soft spot above my collarbone. My emotions can't decide between despising him as he toys with me or worshipping him as I become intoxicated by his seductiveness.

Our mouths meet again, him biting my bottom lip as his tongue demands entrance. He kisses me stupid, my brain turning to mush, the only thing I know anymore is him.

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Whoops I just wrote this make out scene on a whim and was quite proud of it so I decided to put it in the story. I hope you liked it! Please remember to vote, comment, and follow, it makes my day oh so very much! I honestly love working on this story sooo much! I'll see you in the next chapter 💜