@kreneeb21 “I was wondering if you could write a fic based on what Meredith was talking about (thinking it was Amelia making all the noise.)”
@cailesss and @amensanatomyrequested a smutty Omelia take on the dinner that the girls forget about that is scheduled to happen in 12x04 (I didn’t know about this until I read the prompt and can’t wait for Thursday!)
WARNING: smut and that…
Things have been confusing between us. Every time we make a concious effort to talk, his lips are near mine and I end up caving into my desire. It would appear as though location has no influence on this problem- porches, elevators, hallways, on-call rooms, the helipad (that was a fun one), a taxi, most recently the queue for the toilet at Joe’s, and currently my bedroom.
Our jackets are lost somewhere between the door and the bed and he has me trapped underneath his big build on top of the sheets, his hands freely roaming my body, groping and squeezing my hips, ass, breasts, thighs… basically every part of me. If there is some flesh to caress he seems to be there with his hands- everywhere. It’s relentless, causing my mouth to instinctively ellicit my pleasure through moans and breathless pants.
I suddenly feel far too dressed for this scenario and move my hands to his tie, pulling between the strands above the already loosened knot. Feeling it fall apart, I whip it to the side and discard it to the floor, returning to free his shirt buttons from their restraints. One by one I make quick work of them whilst his lips amble their way down my neck, nestling into my collarbone and creating waves of desire in my core as I feel him start teasing the skin with sucks and kisses.
As soon as I tug the shirt from his shoulders and his arms are released, he returns to my mouth with renewed sense of purpose- more hungry and desperate. I can feel a growing bulge as I wrap my legs suggestively around his waist and cause his groin to rub against mine. His hand weaves into my hair, his rough fingers massaging the scalp there as he teasingly rubs and brushes his lips into mine, never completing the kiss. It’s so uninhibited and raw, erotic as hell, tongues openly duelling between our mouths. My lower abdomin starts to ache and I can practically hear my vagina screaming for him to close the deal.
He grinds his erection into me slowly and then chuckles as I moan sexually. He loves what he’s doing to me, he knows he’s driving me crazy and he enjoys the fact that I’m currently turning into putty in his hands. Another excrutiatingly slow and hard grind and I can feel my inner walls starting to contract and pulse in need, juices freely flowing within.
His mouth moves round to my ear and starts to play with the lobe, his hot breath penetrating through to my core.
“Mmmmmm, I can tell you’re getting wet,” he mumbles, his voice low and dripping with desire.
“Oh my god, YES.” I swear if she wakes the kids up with that noise… I don’t mind her having sex, of course. She’s a woman- a single woman- and it’s what she’s supposed to be doing. Hell, I think it’s what I’m supposed to be doing… I don’t even know anymore.
“Oh my god, YES.” We both hear the clear but distant moans of another person. I can’t tell whether it’s Meredith or Maggie- either way, it causes Owen to pull back and hover above my face, his eyes meeting mine and a mischievous smile spreading across his face. I bite my lip and stifle an amused chuckle as we both stay frozen in each other’s arms, eyes locked and grins wide, listening for any developments.
After a while, we close the gap and the heavy make-out and dry humping session continues in full force. I get bored being clothed so I shove him off me and he rolls onto his back, allowing me to climb on and straddle him. Instead of leaning down and kissing him, something I can tell he’s expecting, I grab the bottom of my loose fitting jumper and throw it over my head. My naked chest seems to take him by surprise, considering just moments ago his hands were all over me… His gaze on my body looks dark, dirty and dangerous. He looks like he hates me but loves me at the same time. One of those looks that makes my weeping walls inside me melt and once again I can practically hear her screaming for release.
I look back at him, my eyes intense, my teeth biting my bottom lip, my hair messily framing my face and my hands resting naturally on his chest in front of me. I’m watching him soak me in, wanting him to take the mental image- something I could cheekily remind him of in a text sent across a meeting room perhaps…
“Oh God, please…” Begging? Really Amelia, I expected better out of you. Surely you can’t be that desperate, and surely Owen can’t be THAT good in bed? The two have once again been getting along, making out all over the shop, unable to resist the attraction that seems to be there. It’s made me feel a little guilty for discouraging it over a year ago but by the looks of things (and currently the sound of things) it’s had no effect on the outcome. They seem to be finding their way back to each other.
“Oh God, please…” The begging tones of a sister penetrate the walls once more. He puts his hands on my hips as he chuckles at the sound from the other room.
People always commented that you and Luke fit one another like a pair of skinny jeans because people who wore skinny jean knew not every pair worked on every set of legs. It was a lot like being Goldilocks in the home of three bears when shopping for the perfect pair of tight denim pants. You had to go through those that were too tight, too short, and even too elastic in order to find the right one.
You and Luke did fit well with one another and that was why it felt so off balance to be driving home with uncomfortable silence strong between you. The Foo Fighters were on the radio, but Luke wasn’t quietly singing along or drumming on the steering wheel as per usual. There were a few dozen thoughts running through your mind, but your gums weren’t flapping the way they usually did when you left a family dinner or any sort of social event. Luke liked how chatty you were since he could often be shy and needed a little coaxing and comfort in order to join a conversation. Times like right now, when you were as quiet as stone, he didn’t know what to do with himself.
“Did you see how many leftovers my mom sent us home with?” Finally, Luke spoke over Dave Grohl’s growl, looking at you through his sunglasses as the sun was setting over the coast. He managed to couch up a laugh, throwing his gaze in the mirror for a moment at the stack Ziploc containers he had belted in the backseat, in the spot where the baby seat he had bought two years ago used to sit, empty and collecting dust. “I think she thinks we don’t eat.” He carried on, hoping you would pick up quickly so he didn’t have to sit there feeling like an idiot with his piss poor attempts at fixing the atmosphere. “Or potatoes. Maybe she thinks we just really like potatoes….” He mumbled away, turning up the volume in defeat. He fixed his stare back on the white line ahead, wondering what you were thinking, worried his guess was right. After all, you two were connected and he had been thinking the same thing all throughout supper.
Luke had clocked the drive from his parent’s to your home at eighteen minutes, twenty five if the traffic was heavy, but tonight, he felt like he had been driving for hours. He sighed once he had pulled into the driveway, his stomach pushing out for a moment from the strong heave. After shutting off the car, he took out the keys and threw them between his knees along with his hands.
“Whoa. Wait.” He reached over with one and loosely drew his fingers down your arm. You had unstrapped the seatbelt from over your chest, crinkling your loose fitted jumper, and were reaching down to gather your bicolour top handle bag. “Say it, come on.” He didn’t want you to stomp into the house feeling angry still. Inside was supposed to be a getaway, a home away from the rest of the world, and Luke didn’t want you to carry your outside rage into it. You two had spent enough time sulking in the confines of your generous home about this. “It’s just me.” He looked around, checking the front yard and then the backseat, only seeing fresh cut grass and his mother’s leftovers. You two had already been facing this issue for together for a long while. You knew you could talk to him if nobody else about it. His hand wrapped around your wrist, soothingly running his thumb over the vein that ran through to your palm, his own way of letting you know that he was right there as you were staring at the front of your bag as it sat between your feet still.
“Three babies in three years?” After exhaling deeply, fighting with yourself to not be as upset as you were, you sighed loudly with disbelief evident in your voice. “Three babies in three years!? She is a machine.” Your sister-in-law, Jack’s wife, had announced that they were expecting their third child even though she had only just given birth to your niece, Isobel, ten months ago, and your nephew, Jace, a year before that. “In three years, we’ve had zero. Where is our God-damn celebration?” You said out of spite that you had just been invited to another one of her baby showers.
In three years of actively trying to start a family, you and Luke had had absolutely no success. He had gone to the doctor’s to have himself checked, but they assured him that he was fine. So, you went to have yourself examined, but they also gave you a clean bill of health and said that you were in perfect working condition. You followed your ovulation calendar as if it was the Bible, you two tangled one another up in confusing positions that people swore up and down helped them get pregnant, you drank teas and devoured spices that were supposed to promote fertility, and you had even tried in vitro, but nothing was taking. It felt like a cold slap in the face that your sister-in-law could just look at her husband and be knocked up. There had been one time when you were so sure that you were pregnant that you could practically taste morning sickness in your mouth for days, so you took a test after missing your period for a month. The two pink lines assured you it was negative, but due to wanting a baby like junkie wanted their next fix, you went to the doctor with Luke only for the physician and his assistant nurse to apologetically promise you that you were, in fact, still not with child. Sometimes you felt as if you were being punished for being a terror of a baby for your own parents years ago. When you and Luke began dating, the topic of children came up as casually as what your favorite colours are, everybody just expected you two to raise your very one family Von Trapp. You felt like a disappointment as a wife, unable to turn him into a father. In a rush, you slid one hand over your face and pushed your healthy hair back as if it was also pissing you off.
From your side, Luke pushed his lips inward and forced his dimples up. He was giving you his most hopeless smile, “I’m frustrated, too.” He shared, squeezing your hand to be assuring. Of course, he was happy for his brother as well, both of them, and loved his niece and nephews, but he wanted to be more than the fun musical uncle. He had been longing for a brood all his own, but he didn’t talk in length about his wish as he didn’t want to upset you more than the truth of the matter already did. “All we can do is keep trying.” He reminded you as he often had to, reaching your clutched hand up and holding your taut knuckles to his lips, rolling them over his plump pink pout.
“It just feels really hopeless.” Throwing your head back, hair pushed to the seat, you looked right at him and admitted, negativity taking on the best of you and winning for a moment.
“We could try in vitro again.” Luke was more than willing. He always thought you would make such a terrific mother, the two large dogs currently waiting in the kitchen proof of that, and he took on all the blame as to why you weren’t. He wondered if, maybe, despite what the doctors told him, which his sperm count was low or if he just wasn’t doing something properly. Luke lifted up his free hand, still holding yours tightly in his other over your lap, and played with your hair. You hadn’t said so in a while, but he knew you once found that to be of comfort.
“Maybe.” More than hopeless, you just felt exhausted by the whole thing. You wanted to not think about babies for a while, a break from the disappointment, but it seemed to plague your mind without your consent every day.
“What do the people on that infertility forum say?” With sincere curiosity, he asked.
Sighing, you shrugged as if you didn’t have an answer since the one you did have wasn’t very helpful to either of you. You always wished that the doctor had given you a clearer diagnosis than simply ‘unexplained fertility problems’.
“They say it could be a weight thing, but I’m neither over or under.” You rattled off. “And they’ve said environment can be a cause, but we haven’t been on the road for about seven months so I doubt this all Australia’s fault.” In practically every country and every city you two went to, you tried, but nothing ever came up positive. “They all say artificial insemination is the best route to go.” They weren’t experts, just anonymous strangers who offered you empathy when you really needed it.
Luke nodded along to your words like they were a ballad at a concert, but he allowed the silence to come in and take both you in like a blanket pressed over flames. He could tell you still needed to cool down. He leaned in and kissed you the way he did when you were younger, when you two had just met and he would practically bounce on his knees in the elevator in anticipation to kiss you. His lips buzzed over yours, pulling yours in and he allowed a loud ‘smack’ noise to boom once he pulled away.
“We’re going to be okay. It’s going to happen when it’s supposed to.” Luke wasn’t usually so wishy-washy. He had accepted that he may never actually get to be a father, but he tried to look on the bright side for your sake. His mother had been the one to remind him, almost on loop, that everything happened for a reason and there was a reason you two hadn’t had a child yet, so he tried to remind himself that now in hope that he would one day believe it to be true.
A child of five who had just been dragged out of K-Mart after a stage 5 temper tantrum, Michael had literally stormed and stomped his way back onto the tour bus. Everything was his fault, but he was still blaming the world for what was happening. He was the reason the band hadn’t hit the road for Melbourne yet, he was the one who had instigated you two starting a family of your own, and now he was why you two couldn’t have a baby. He had insisted the band leave an hour later since you two had a doctor’s appointment that couldn’t be missed as it had been scheduled for a month. He had been the one who was carried away in the moment, sliding himself in and out of you from behind, licked in sweat, and whispered what he had been keeping to himself: “I want a baby” followed by a breathy, “Make me a father”, and now he was the one who had been labeled, you were absolutely fine, and he was sterile.
Michael had never imagined himself in this position before. He had heard it was Earth shattering for women to find out they couldn’t bear children, but he never even considered he would be in a similar spot. He hadn’t been expecting to feel so full of rage, veins pumping up his arms and through his neck, his eyes shot with furious venom. He was breathing in through his nose as he charged in a straight line for the back room. He wanted to sit down, but he kept pacing in front of the vacant black couch, his fists curled as he sucked in his cheeks.
“Hi.” You bustled in after him, acknowledging the other three guys on the bus with a swift nod while swallowing the information you were also trying to digest.
Sitting next to Mike in the doctor’s office, he was holding your hand over the arm of your uncomfortable chair. You both just assumed that he would give you the blow. You were the one with the utereus after all. Michael’s thumb had been stroking your fingers tenderly, but they stopped abruptly when Dr. Koehn announced that it was actually Michael who was the defective one. Suddenly, you were the one holding his hand, but Michael pulled away, instantly sulking internally.
“Hon, sit down.” Closing the door with your back, you advised, watching him move two steps forward just to turn around and stalk in the other direction. The cab ride to the bus depot had been more than uncomfortable. He refused to look at you, his hands between his legs, knees shaking as classic punk music blared in his ears from his headphones. Usually, you would be upset that he was listening to his music when it was just the two of you, but you were understanding in this circumstance.
“Don’t – don’t.” Sharply, Michael said through clenched teeth, his eyes also closed as he kept pacing. He held up his hand, heaving an exhale strong enough to adjust the sails of boats in the ocean. “I just want to be alone.” Clearer than the water in the Evian bottle you had left behind in the back of the cab, he made himself.
You wanted to help, you wanted to be comforting, but you knew that it was best to just give him what he wanted right now. Eventually, he would come around and talk about. Slowly, you turned around to go back out, check if your bags were loaded into the underside of the bus, but the door opened as you faced it and Ashton revealed himself, his trademark grin slapped on his face like a bumper sticker.
“Hey guys, you okay?” He was the self-appointed eldest brother of the foursome, so when he felt the strong breeze of choler Mikey brought in with him, he didn’t think twice about trying to defuse whatever bomb had been set in his friend’s life.
You parted your lips to tell Ashton now wasn’t a good time, your eyes already wide and pleading, but the drummer snuck in and shut the door behind him, not realizing his feet were right on top of a landmine.
“What’s going on?” Absentmindedly, Ashton pressed while sliding his hands into the pocket of his jeans for comfort.
“I think Mike just needs a minute.” You held up one finger, reaching forward to pantomime leaving the small back room, but Ashton gladly ignored you. He loved you like a little sister, but he always thought he could handle every situation despite the obvious facts that he could not.
“Talk to me, Mikey. I’ve never seen you this upset.”
Seething, Michael actually hissed through his teeth. He had stopped pacing a minute ago, but he had his plaid covered arms folded over his chest and was still harshly gnawing at his gums, bringing his cheeks inward thinly. His nostrils were still flaring and you were sure that if you reached out to touch him, you would burn your fingers.
“Calm down, man.” Ashton continued and, almost out of reflex, brought your shoulders to your ears and tightly shut your eyes. He had just uttered two very destructive words, tossing the hand grenade joyously into the air, and not even attempting to take cover.
“Don’t tell me to fucking calm down!” Michael whipped around, his eyes squinting in order to deliver his deepest glare towards Ashton. If they could shoot lasers, there would have been a hole burning through the drummer’s temple right then and there. You could tell, from the corner of your eyes, that Ashton was stunned. In all his years of knowing and touring with Michael, he hadn’t ever had the kid directly shout at him. They had all argued and fought, but they kept it to a dull roar at most. In most cases, they just gave each other a break for a bit when they were really livid. “You don’t know what the fuck is going on.”
“Then tell me.” Swallowing nervously, Ashton tried. He wanted to keep a level head though he knew he was in a little over his own.
“I can’t do the one fucking thing I’m supposed to be able to do!” Michael shouted, his eyes burning a shade of rose you had never seen fill his young eyes before. Tears were in their corners, you only noticed now, but his lips were warbling as he shot out one arm to point to you. You could tell he was fighting what he was feeling, but it was obvious that he was losing the battle. “I can’t fucking give my wife a baby. The one thing, the one thing that I, as a man, should be able to do and I can’t!” He was thinking of all his idiot friends in high school who had knocked up girls at parties by mistake and how he had actually been trying with you, reading parenting books, focusing on both your heartbeats and rhythms, and he couldn’t make it happen. It didn’t matter if he filled you from toe to brain with his fluid, you would never be able to be pregnant with his child. He would never have his own flesh and blood on the planet.
He felt like a complete failure as a man and as a husband. He wanted to make his mark on the planet, he wanted to leave a legacy and that included a small little person made up of some of him and some of you, but he couldn’t. It was beyond his control. He had promised you a family in his proposal and every so often, he would whisper fantasies of taking trips up to Snapper Rock with you and your little ones or showing them the whole world, and now that blowing up in smoke. He felt like he should just leave you, allow you the chance for what you wanted, but he was too angry to try and think straight.
Michael broke down the way he would have if you and Ashton weren’t there, how he knew he needed to, and stepped back to drop onto the cushions of the couch. He let his arms hang down between his knees, head following suit as he closed his eyes. It wasn’t much use, tears fell freely, slipping down to the toes of his black shoes and burning down his cheeks like rubber tires on paved cement.
“Just give us a little bit.” You whispered extra softly to Ashton, patting his back, and moved over to your husband. Ashton looked absolutely heartbroken for his friend as he sluggishly left the room, closing it loudly behind him.
You curled your knees up onto the couch, tucking your bare feet behind you, and wrapped one arm around Michael in order to bring him closer to you, guiding his head against your chest and running your hand behind his head as he cried.
“I don’t…I don’t understand.” Ashton had been trying to wrap his head around what the agent, stuffed into her charcoal suit on the other side of the creaky metal desk, had just said. The turning wheels in his brain were almost visible, but he just couldn’t make it clear to himself. “We are perfect candidates.” He pronounced, adjusting himself to be sitting on the edge of the seat, holding the end of the chair’s arms as he eyed your folder on her desk and then nodded at her. He had made sure that the application was without flaw, having gone over every blank space and question multiple times before answering. He had had the house cleaned by professionals and then went around it himself when the agency sent someone for a home inspection. He had prepared himself tirelessly for all three interviews. Where could you two have possibly slipped up?
It couldn’t have been money. He was financially set due to a lucrative music and business career. You two were three months away from your fifth wedding anniversary so it couldn’t have been due to a lack of commitment. He had retired from his party hard lifestyle years ago, right around your first wedding anniversary, so there was no dirt to find and he knew your record was clean. It wasn’t as if you two were old either, you were still both considered youthful in your ages, you met the standard for age to start a family.
“We’re medically fine, our references are great,” He began to list out loud instead of inside his head. You squeezed his hand in an effort to silence him. This woman had control over whether or not you two could be adoptive parents, which you two had been talking about since before he slid the massive rock over your fourth finger, and you didn’t want Ashton’s impulses to blow it. “We didn’t lie about anything. How could we be rejected?”
“I’m sorry,” Insincerely, just out of habit, she responded with her eyes locked to her computer’s screen and her fingers already banging out an email to a different client. “This just happens sometimes.”
This just happens sometimes. She might as well have told the two of you that you were the world’s worst humans to ever roam the earth. You sucked in your stomach, catching your breath for a moment, while Ashton reached to lock his hand in yours. You could feel his top shaking, ready to hit the ceiling. He wanted to give a child a privileged life full of opportunities and love. Ashton always seemed to be so full of love to give and you knew, confidently, that any child that came into your family would be so adored by him.
“What? Are you just not a fan or something?” He snarled, his eyes thin as a whisper as he mentally imagined her being blown to pieces and covering her cramped office with her own miserable guts. You two had heard horror stories of agents just being judgmental and selective, simply overworked and tired. Ashton felt, right now, that you two were living in one of those tales. He blurted out his question again, rephrasing it, but the agent was still stunned. Her glasses reached the bottom of her nose as she stared at him, fingers paused over the home base of her keyboard. “Angelina gets a UNICEF soccer team, but not Australian punk rock drummer Ashton Irwin, keep those kiddies away him!” His mind was blank, he was just throwing out words out of the bitter disappointment that was fresh and boiling inside of him.
“Ashton – “ You tried to butt in, but he stood up with your hand in his, looking down to help you up from your seat. Even full of wrath, he kept his word of always being good to you, treating you like royalty.
“You’re going to regret it. Every time a child on your list dies of famine or is forced into slavery or disappears, I hope you think of me and my wife, and I hope you remember that you personally robbed that child of the chance of having a beautiful life. One day, we are going to adopt and we are going to be the best God damn parents in the world.” He was spewing it out, his fingers growing tighter and tighter around yours before he began to lead you from his office. You knew he meant every single word. He wanted to be a father more than he had ever wanted success for 5 Seconds of Summer. “Let’s go, love.” He grabbed the handle of the door and whipped it open. “This is on your conscience.” One finger pointed right at the woman, Ashton left her with one last remark.
The truth was, it was also now weighing on his heart and mind. He was inhaling fire and exhaling smoke as you two took the elevator to the parking lot, holding hands the entire ride. It wasn’t until he opened up the passenger side door of his car for you that he let go of his grip on you. He slammed his door shut and loudly pushed the start ignition. Ashton’s flushed hands grabbed the wheel, sliding down its leather slowly as he felt his head begin to ache, a stress migraine on its way.
“Why weren’t we good enough?” He bit his bottom lip back, rolling it towards his tongue, and asked you so softly that you didn’t realize what he said at first. His eyes were full of disappointment as he stared into the empty cup holder between you two. He brought his puppy-like gaze up to you though and took your hand tightly in his again. He instantly wished he hadn’t flipped out on the woman. He knew it probably only made things worse, but Ashton was tenacious and you were determined. You were confident that one day you two would have the child out there that was wishing for you two as much you two were wishing for them.
“Babe?” The door creaked first, Calum’s voice whispering cautiously into the bedroom you two shared. You had the covers pulled to your chin as he crept into the dim room, the only light coming through from the small space between curtains. “Hey…” He said quietly as he knelt over the bed, creeping closer and running one hand over your forehead and then down through your hair. “How are you feeling?” He checked, but by the way you just curled up tighter under the white comforter, Calum knew the answer. He laid down beside you in his jeans and Henley, laying an arm over you and finding your fist through feeling the covers, holding his over yours and keeping you tight. He was hurting as you were, but he was trying to be strong for your benefit. You couldn’t both be lying in bed miserable. Besides, you were the one in physical pain. You were the one who had to do the actual literal losing. “I have to go to the studio in a bit.” He spoke quietly, his face right behind your mess of tangled hair. “Are you going to be okay here? Do you want to come?” His mother had volunteered to come over and look after you, but he wasn’t going to give you that option until you had declined his others. “I tried to get out of it, but I have to go.” You had learned quickly when you met Calum that many things in his life were just beyond his control. However, you had wished this, right now, was something you both had full say over. “Come on, talk to me…” He hugged you tighter, just for a moment, pushing his chin onto your shoulder and snuggling his knees behind yours. “You know you can talk to me.”
After a full minute of silence, you began to cry again, face wrinkled up and eyes stinging from being so emotional for almost a full twelve hours.
“I hate my body!” You whined out. Calum had heard plenty of girls say that before, but he knew this wasn’t a complaint about cellulite, wrinkles, or any one out of shape or underdeveloped body part. “Why didn’t it work?” You had been let down by your own machine and you wanted to punish yourself as much as you wanted to feel better.
So many women got to leave the fourth floor of the hospital with a wrapped up newborn against their chests, reaching out for them as they smiled lovingly down at them like a bundle of heaven and you had to leave in a wheel chair with lower abdominal pains, breast discomfort, and a sense of emptiness so strong that it made you wonder if you had ever actually been pregnant.
Four months gone. You had felt the growth of the little life you and Calum made while vacationing in Oahu with a group of friends. Your second trimester had just begun, your belly finally growing an outward curve, and at sixteen weeks, you were coming in to find out whether you two could expect a girl or a boy. You knew that secretly Calum wanted a son even though he went on and on about how happy he would be with another lady around the house.
When the heartbeat couldn’t be detected, you tried not to panic. Calum’s eyes were glued to the monitor, his smile still evident, as he held one of your hands between both of his with excitement. Neither of you were expecting the news that your baby wasn’t there, that your body had housed a funeral without your knowledge. You were out of the first semester, your risk should have dropped substantially, you two had finally told everyone in your life, even notified the public through an announcement over the microphone at his last concert in Somerset.
“I don’t know, baby.” Quietly, a peep, Calum sighed into your shoulder and peeled back the covers just enough to see your skin, kissing down on your overheating shoulder. “I wish I could make things better.” He admitted to you, hoping that you knew how much he meant it. He let his other hand go to your hair, running his fingers through your wild hair. He didn’t even realize, but he started to sing in a whisper into your ear, a tender lullaby meant to lull you into sleep. You may have been lying in bed for hours, but he knew you weren’t getting any rest. He rocked you against him, singing as gently as he could, as you two lied there feeling more hopeless than you had known possible.
Freely, you sobbed, ugly and loud, releasing just how angry and heartbroken you were as he kept his song sweet and low and urged himself to bring you a little bit of peace.
“It’s not fair.” You choked out. “It’s not fair…"
"I know. I’m sad, too…” He interrupted himself to confess into your ear, his breath warm and clearly as broken as you felt.
Not Requested, I just felt like writing another Dan Imagine(=
Summary - Dan’s a Bully to only you and you wonder why, plus there’s lot’s of things going on at home. ( Y/N = Your Name ).
I groaned deeply as I heard my alarm clock buzz obnoxiously, I then glanced over at the calendar that hung over my desk. ( Only 182 days until graduation and then I can finally get out of this hell hole place ) I thought to myself as I threw off my duvet and quickly stood up, shutting my alarm clock off seconds later. It was only 4:30 am, “ Same time every morning ” I told myself. I know, for only being 17, I was an early riser. But if I don’t get up at this time, nothing in this house would get done. *Because, I lived with a father who was either at work, or at his New girlfriends place ( He spent more time with his many girlfriends, than he did his own kids ). And then on the other hand, I had a 25 year old sister who had no job. She basically leached off of the money my dad and I brought in. She stayed out all night, partying. And then comes in at 4 am, making a mess of everything I had cleaned up. I mean, come on, I was 17 going to school full time and then having to go to an after school job until 9 pm. I was stressed out, felling panicky… On top of it all, I had to deal with a major Ass at school. Dan Howell was his name and bullying was his game. Well, actually he’s only ever picked on me. I understand that I barely have any friends and that I may not be appealing to the eye, but there’s no reason why he had to treat me the way he did. * I quickly made my way downstairs and into the kitchen, to a semi empty refrigerator. There just wasn’t enough money coming in to keep it stocked, I pulled out the half filled jug of milk and then searched the cupboard for some type of cereal, but sadly I didn’t find any. “ Mackenzie! Where did you put the cereal? ” I asked timidly as I looked at my sister, who was half asleep on the sofa. “ Gone, make sure to buy some more tonight ” she mumbled, barely even looking at me. I sighed deeply, pouring myself a glass of milk and then headed upstairs, ready to get the laundry started. After finishing the laundry, I made sure to finish washing the few dishes before I dashed upstairs to get ready for school. Pulling on a loose fitting jumper and some black skinny jeans, I didn’t have much time to put any thought into my outfit. My hair was in a messy bun, because I had no time to shower this morning. I grabbed my backpack and then ran downstairs, if I didn’t leave now, I’d miss the bus. I slipped on my pair of wore out black converse and then ran out the door, almost tripping on the ’ Welcome ’ rug, that laid on the porch ( I never felt Welcome in my own home, I felt more like the maid ). I barely made it to the bus on time, but I did. I sighed to myself as I looked out the window, listening to everyone shout and talk around me.
15…10…5… Minutes until we got to school, then I’d have to deal with Dan. Once we did arrive, I was the last one to step off the bus. I quickly made my way to my locker without saying a word to anyone, I only had about 2 friends. Josh, who I was the closest to, I’ve known him since I was 4. And Abs ( Short for Abigail ), but she was in Ireland for a week. I put my stuff in my locker, before someone tapped on my shoulder. I dreaded on who it was. “ Hello my dear, Y/N ” I heard Josh chuckle behind me, I rolled my eyes and groaned. Josh leaned up against the locker next to mine “ What’s wrong Buttercup?… Rough morning? ”, I sighed while nodding. “ Aw, well I’ve told you before that you can come live with me… My mom loves you ” Josh smiled while nudging me on the shoulder, I sighed while chuckling quietly “ Only because she thinks we’re dating… ”. He scoffed “ No she doesn’t, she knows I’m not interested in the ’ Lady Gender ’, you Know that!… She does love you though, because you’re one of the only people who supported me when I came out ”, I sighed once more “ I know, but I can’t just leave my dad and Kenz… ”. “ You are when we graduate though, you’re already got a full scholarship to the Uni of your dream… We’re going to be roommates! ” Josh exclaimed happily, I rolled my eyes while smiling slightly. “ Have you even told them yet? ” he asked curiously, I shook my head “ I don’t ever have enough time to, they’re always gone or I’m to busy doing housework that no one else does… ”. He sighed deeply “ Well, if you want to come stay over this weekend, you can. Just for a break… Take at least one day to yourself Y/N, you deserve it ”, I nodded slightly “ We’ll see ”. He chuckled quietly while pulling me into a hug, only making me smile widely. Unfortunately, that smile didn’t last very long. “ Well, well… Look who we have here, the Mr. And Mrs…. ” I heard Dan stated with a laugh, his friends cackling along beside him. I groaned quietly, not in the mood to deal with this shit. I pulled away from Josh and grabbed my books out of my locker, “ Aw… What’s wrong with Ms. Y/N? Did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed?… Or did you wake up hungover and in some married mans bed? ” Dan asked in a mocking voice. “ Hey, lay off! ” Josh spat, making Dan laugh in response “ Oh look at you, Y/N’s hero… Her protector. Why don’t you just walk away and find someone better to hangout with ”. Josh didn’t respond, there probably wasn’t anything to even say. I slammed my locker, sending Dan a harsh glare. Only causing him to laugh more “ Oh, someone’s angry… What, did your mommy wake you up way to early this morning? Did she not make you a nice little breakfast, or Did she not even come home last night because she knows your a waste of space ”, “ Just leave me alone! ” I muttered pushing my way through the crowd of Dan’s friends. “ Oh, there goes little Miss Y/N… Walking away again like the coward she is! ” I heard Dan’s obnoxious voice state extra loudly, I pretended not to be affected, but it did affect me. Especially the comments about my mum, of course no one except the people close to me knew that she had died 3 years ago, from cancer. She and I were so close, she was like my best friend, but I was left alone, to basically take care of my dad and sister. Even though it was 3 years ago, anytime someone brought her up or I saw a picture of her, I broke down. So, instead of going to maths class, I walked into the bathroom and locked myself in a cubical, crying my eyes out for the entire hour. No one knew the stuff I had to go through with my mum, I was the one who took care of her when she was sick, I went to all of her doctors appointments with her, even when she was in the hospital, I never left her side, I was the only one there for her. All while my dad was out having an affair with some chick and my sister was only involved with herself, they never cared, about her or me. And now that she’s gone, I ad to take over all the work that she did, plus all the school work I had to do. The life I lived know was horrible, I felt sad all the time and I mean I know worse things could be happening in my life, but this was still bad. Once I heard the bell ring, I wiped my eyes quickly and then shuffled out of the bathroom, hoping not to run into Dan or any of his friends. I let out a small sigh as I reached my locker without any altercations, I pulled my french homework out of my locker and then quickly walked down the corridor to my french class.
Hours Later, there still hadn’t been another encounter with Dan today. I had spent my lunch hour helping out in the library, since I didn’t have any extra money for anything to eat. Now it was almost the end of the day, only one class left, but it was my least favorite because I had it with Dan. I sat in my seat drawing in my notebook, waiting for class to start. A few minutes went by as the class filed into the room, Dan being the last, sitting in his seat in the back. The first half of the class went by without any problems, then I started hearing quiet laughing coming from behind me. And then I felt a wad of paper hit the back of my head, I chose to ignore it, it’s not like it’s the first time this has happened. Then it happened again and again and again, along with plenty of obnoxious laughing. I just never understood what I did to make him hate me, I’ve been in the same school and classes since we were 6 years old and he didn’t start treating me like this until 2 years ago. I sighed deeply trying to just concentrate on the work I was doing, but then there was a note slid in front of me ( Which was honestly my worst nightmare ). I didn’t was to look at it, but I did. - So, Miss Y/N. What are you doing after School?… What slutty things are you up too?… Probably everything your mother does, you’re probably a fucking slut just like her… I don’t know why you’re still here, it’s not like anyone like you here and it’s not like you’re going anywhere in life. You should just give up and leave. Dan - the note read. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I crumbled up the note, trying note to let the tears fall. Normally, I’d try not to let my emotions show in front of him, I never wanted to give him the satisfaction, but this was just taken too far. I grabbed my books and quickly stood up, not caring about the stares, I was getting. I turned toward Dan and his asshole friends, as soon as he saw the look on my face, the smile he wore, quickly faded and turned into a frown. “ Fuck you Dan! ” I exclaimed loudly, disrupting the class and then storming out of the room. I didn’t care anymore, all I needed was to get out of here. I quickly threw my books in my locker and grabbed my backpack, leaving school fast, walking towards the supermarket I worked at. Still wearing a sad look on my face, that was just to much for me. He finally got what he wanted, I blew up, I showed my anger. But, it didn’t make me feel any better. It took me 15 minutes to walk to work and once I got there, I just got lost in all the stocking I had to do…
[ An Hour Later ]
I was busy stocking cans in the vegetable isle, when I heard a very familiar voice, which caused me to groan quietly. I thought I was finished dealing with this Ass face today, I shook off those thoughts and just continued to work. “ Excuse me… Can you tell me where I can find the… - ” I heard his voice asked from behind me, but then quickly stopped once he noticed it was me. I stated at him annoyed with a slight glare on my face, with an eyebrow raised. “ Um… Where can I find the cheese? ” he quickly asked with his eyes fixed on anything but me, “ Isle 9 ” I stated bluntly as I turned back around to continue stocking cans. “ Uh, thanks… ” he whispered, but didn’t walk away. I turned back around, to glare at him once more “ Is there anything else I can help you with? ”. He sighed quietly while shaking his head “ No no… I just didn’t know you worked here ”, “ Well, now you do… ” I replied bluntly again ( There was no other way to reply to him ). He sighed deeply as he awkwardly walked away, causing me to roll my eyes and get back to work. Around 9:10 pm, I shuffled into my house, holding many shopping bags that were full of food. The house was empty as usual, so I quietly put everything away, then took care of a few house chores after. At 10:30 pm, I was in my room, finishing up all my homework, which took me until 12:15 am to complete. I then collapsed in bed, to tired to even change out of my clothes. And then before long, my alarm clock was going off once again. It was time to go through it all again today….
The morning was extremely bad, when I got up out of bed, the lounge and the kitchen was a mess, because my sister decided it was a good idea to bring over two of her drunk guy friends. I ended up cleaning up their messes, before throwing on some blue skinny jeans and a plain black jumper, with my wore out black converse. I sprinted to catch the bus, but unfortunately I wasn’t fast enough and I missed it. Meaning, I had to walk to school, which took 25 minutes. By the time I got there, I regretted my decision for even coming today. Dan found me right away, quickly saying every insult in the book, laughing in my face, acting as if I didn’t have feelings. I had had it, I never signed up for any of this. I turned toward him with a glare o my face, then I threw my books to the floor, catching him off guard. “ You know D, what the fuck did I ever do to you?!… Why am I the only one you ever torture, you don’t even fucking know me…. You don’t know what I have to do everyday!… I have no one in my life who cares about me, apart from Josh! I have to fucking work everyday after school just so my dad and sister don’t become homeless, I have to do all the housework because they’ve both got better things to do with their lives, I have to keep my schoolwork up and I have to deal with you, consistently making fun of me or saying shit about my mom… Well guess what She’s Dead!… There now you fucking know, something else to tease me about… So, fuck you! ” I spat, walking away from him and to the library, where I was planning to hide out for the next hour ( Since it was lunch time ). That was the first time I had actually yelled at anyone, let’s just say, it felt good. I had been holding all that in for so long and it was only so long before I blew up majorly, boy did that happen. I sat at one of the small tables, getting some of my homework done early, because I knew it was going to be another late night. Seconds went by, until I felt someone standing right beside me. I sighed deeply as I glanced at the person, not surprised when I noticed it was Dan. “ What? ” I asked with an attitude, he looked down nervously and placed my books that I had thrown on the floor, onto the table. “ Thanks…. ” I mumbled as I looked back down at my homework, instead of hearing him walk away, I heard him take a seat next to me. I groaned quietly heard him take a seat next to me. I groaned quietly as I looked at him confused “ Is there anything I could help you with Daniel? ”, he sighed deeply while looking down at his hands “ I just wanted to apologize… I didn’t know you were going through that type of stuff ”. I rolled my eyes and scoffed while packing up my stuff “ I don’t really believe you, you make me feel like garbage for no reason… And the thing that gets me, is that you only started making fun of me, 2 years ago. Why didn’t you do it before? ”, he shrugged slightly watching as I got all my stuff together “ You wouldn’t believe me if I told you ”. “ Probably not… ” I stated bluntly once more, “ Would you ever let me just explain myself? ” he then asked me. “ Do you think you deserve it? ” I questioned still holding an attitude, he shrugged slightly with a frown. “ Glad it’s settled ” I stated as I walked toward the exit, making sure not to look back at him.
I walked into the last class of the day, hoping there wouldn’t be any problems. Thankfully, nothing did happen, but it was only a matter of time before the teasing and name calling would start up again. As I walked down the corridor to my locker, I felt someone run up behind me, knocking my books to the floor and then shoving me down as well. “ Watch were you’re going loser! ” Nick ( One of Dan’s friends ) shouted, “ Yeah Freak, nobody wants you here ” Charlie stated seriously. “ Hey! ” I heard Dan yell, “ Knock it off ”. He casually walked towards the three of us, with a slight scowl on his face. “ But, she - ” Nick started, but Dan quickly shut him down. “ I don’t care, let’s go ” Dan stated sternly giving me either a pitiful or concerned look, before walking out of school, taking his friends with him. ( That was odd ) I thought to myself as I slowly stood up, ( He had the perfect opportunity to tease me and he didn’t ). I brushed myself off and then picked up my books, continuing onto my locker, limping slightly, from falling directly on my knee. It was Friday, which meant I had the weekend off, not only from school, but from work as well… I just had to deal with chores around my house ( And of course I had work tonight too ). I shoved everything I’d need to finish my homework this weekend into my backpack and then made my way out of school, sighing deeply because because of the rain that was falling. Damn this London weather. I pulled the hood of the jacket over my head, he had stayed home sick today and he just so happened to leave his jacket in my locker. I sighed deeply once more and started walking to work, it’s not like I hadn’t walked to work in the rain before, I just fucking hated doing it.
5 minutes after I had started walking, I heard a car pull up next to me. An expensive, jet black car, with tinted windows, yet I knew exactly who was in the drivers seat. I decided to try and ignore the car that was right on my tail, but when the window rolled down, I knew I’d have to talk to him. “ Y/N… Do you need a ride? ” I heard Dan ask loudly, “ No thank you ” I stated loud enough for him to hear. “ Come on Y/N, it’s pouring out… And I know you have far to walk… ” he stated, causing me to stop and look at him. “ Why do you care all of a sudden?… Any other time you wouldn’t give a shit ” I stated bluntly, he sighed deeply while glancing down “ I just feel bad okay… And I always did care ”. I let out a dry chuckle “ I don’t need any of your pity ”, “ It’s not pity Y/N! I do care, I have for a long time, why won’t you just let me explain why I’ve treated you this way ” Dan exclaimed quickly. I bit my lip slightly “ How about this, show me that you deserve my time and then you can explain whatever you want to me ”, he sighed and nodded “ Well first, let me give you a ride, because I know you need to get to work ”. I thought for a second because I wasn’t sure if this was a good idea or not. “ Okay fine ” I stated jogging around to the passenger side of the car, quickly climbing in. He set off toward the supermarket where I worked, making this slightly uncomfortable and awkward ride. It was a very quiet, other than the humming of the radio. Once we arrived, I turned toward him with a small smile on my face ( Which I never thought I’d show to him ) “ Thank You Dan, I really appreciate it ”. He nodded wearing a smile “ Anytime ”, I nodded quickly as I stepped out of his car and rushed inside. That was weird, I’m not used to him treating me this way.
I worked until 9:30 pm, picking up a few grocery items after. I carried the bags outside, only to be taken by surprise to see Dan sitting there, leaning up against the hood of his car, scrolling on his phone. I didn’t understand why he was here, maybe he was meeting up with someone, but then I realized that was a stupid thought. “ Hello… ” I sighed quietly, staring at him with an eyebrow raised. He quickly looked up at me with a smile “ Oh hey! ”, “ What are you doing here? ” I asked curiously. He sighed deeply “ I thought that maybe you’d need a ride home ”. I raised my eyebrow in confusion “ Have you been here the entire time? ”. He chuckled softly “ Is it that obvious? ”, I smiled slightly as I nodded. “ Well, I didn’t know your work scheduled and I knew you’d need a ride home, so I thought I’d wait ” he stated quietly, I nodded nervously “ Well… Thank You… But, you didn’t need to do that… It’s not like I haven’t walked home at this time before ”. He smiled a small smile “ Well, I’m not going anywhere… Even if you walk away from me, I will follow you and then I’ll try driving you everywhere… ”, I groaned slightly “ Oh god, now you’re going to be one of those guys ”. He chuckled “ If I have to be ”, I rolled my eyes while smiling “ Okay okay, you can give me a ride home, if that’ll make you happy ”. He quickly opened the door for me with a smile on my face “ It would make me happy ”, I rolled my eyes again, but climbed into his car. He ran around to the drivers side of the car, climbing in as well. Once he pulled out of the carpark, I quickly turned to him, I have a question… What would happen if your friends found out you were being nice to me all of a sudden? “ I asked looking at him curiously. ” I don’t care what they think, I’m done being an ass… It never got me anywhere “ he stated sternly, making me furrow my eyebrows, because this is the first time I heard him talk this way ( Then again, there’s a first for anything ). I smiled slightly, thankful for the fact that it was dark out. Minutes later, he pulled up outside my house. ” How did you know where I lived? “ I questioned, ” Our parents used to car pull, remember? “ he stated with a small chuckle. ” Yeah, when we were 8 “ I stated a little shocked, ” How do you remember that? “. He sighed quietly ” I remembered a lot from when we were kids and I just wanted to say… I’m sorry again for what I said about your mum… Because I honestly didn’t know that she had passed away… I don’t think anyone knew… And plus… It was Nicks idea to say all that to you “, I bit my lip and sighed ” You know… It’s fine, I just don’t like talking about it “. He nodded slightly, but didn’t say anything else about it. ” Thank you again for all the rides “ I smiled even though he couldn’t see it, ” It’s not a problem… I’ll see you later “ he stated with a slight giggle. I got out of his car quickly, carrying the shopping bags along with me. Of course when I got inside, I was alone again. That’s how it was every night and it was even worse on the weekend, my dad and sister tended to be out everyday and night, not coming home once, in two days. I quickly put away the grocery’s, then cleaned up any mess that was lying around the house. Around 12:20 am, I collapsed in bed, thinking about what had happened today ( It was just strange ).
As the weeks progressed, things in school had changed completely. It was almost as if Dan was a different person, he never said or did anything mean to me. He started ditching his friends at lunch to hang out with me in the library, he started walking with me to every class and not only that, he’d pick me up in the morning to drive me to school, then drive me to work and then he picked me up after work, just to take me home. Josh and Abs had seen a change in him too, they would accept him as a friend too, if that’s what Dan wanted… It was a normal Tuesday morning, Dan and I had just arrived at school and I could already tell something was up. As soon as we entered school, everyone stared at us, which was unusual. I walked to my locker with Dan next to me the entire time, he and I stood there talking to each other for a few seconds. That was until his friends marched over to us, with very harsh glares on their faces. ” What the hell Dam?… Why are you hanging out with this freak all of a sudden? “ Nick asked rudely, ” Listen, she has a name and she’s not a freak “ Dan stated sternly. I was shocked to say the least, shocked that he was actually standing up for me, against his friends, but I shouldn’t have been that shocked ( He hadn’t hung out with them in over 4 weeks, because he was always with me ). ” I don’t care what her name it…. What changed?… You like her all of a sudden, what did she become your new fuck toy?… What’s going on? “ Nick spat walking closer to Dan, who glared at him intensely. ” That’s unnecessary…. Maybe, I got tired of the way you all treated people and I decided that… I didn’t need fucking assholes in my life anymore… “ Dan exclaimed loudly, Nick let out a dry laugh ” Oh, that’s golden coming from you. You treated her the worse out of all of us “. ” But, he’s made up for that “ I yelled, ” Sweetheart, nobody was talking to you “ Charlie stated holding his hand out in front of my face, pissing me off. ” Oh, you wanna fight… Bring it on Fucktard! “ I yelled, causing Dan to grab me by the waist and make sure I didn’t launch myself toward the group of guys. ” I don’t have to explain myself to you guys, I’m done being friends, so just move along and find something better to do with your time “ Dan stated, ” No, no one get’s to just leave out group without an explanation… So, what is it? “ Nick growled. ” I like her man, I like like her. So get off my fucking back and leave us alone! “ Dan shouted loud enough to draw attention to us, my jaw dropped at his statement. Nick and the rest of his crew chuckled, ” I always knew you had a thing for her… But, I guess I’ll give you one last shot. You have to make a choice, either be in our group or be with this pathetic freak “ Nick stated with a cocky smirk. Dan gently let me go and pushed me aside, charging at Nick with his fists clenched. ” She’s not a fucking freak and I’d rather hang out with her, than you any day! “ Dan yelled, knocking Nick to the floor. But before Dan could get any other punches in, a teacher caught out attention. ” Daniel Howell, headmasters office now! “ she yelled pointing a bony finger at him, ” Nicholas Canbridge you too… Everyone else, get to class “. I sent Dan a look, but all he did was smirk at me in return ( It wasn’t the first time he’d visit the headmasters office ). As I grabbed my books out of my locker I worried about what was going to happen with Dan. And as the day went on, my worry became more intense, because he never showed up to class.
After school, I walked outside with my backpack on my back and I sighed deeply when I saw Dan in the carpark, leaning up against the hood of his car, with his arms crossed and a small smile on his face. I rolled my eyes and walked towards him, ” So I’m guessing you got into trouble? “ I asked him once I got close enough. He pulled me into a hug and chuckled ” Yeah, I had to leave for the day and I have 2 weeks of lunch detentions, but it was worth it “, ” No it wasn’t “ I groaned. ” It was though, I’d fight for you any day! “ he stated. ” Speaking of, we need t o talk about this you liking me thing “ I exclaimed climbing into his car, he chuckled slightly ” Let’s get you to work first, we’ll talk after you get off. If that’s alright “. I groaned again wishing I didn’t have to go to work, wishing I could be a normal 17 year old for once. ” I guess we can talk after, I’ll just try and finish up work early “ I stated with a sigh, causing him to chuckle at the frown on my face. Dan dropped me off in front of the supermarket with a large smile on his face ” Call me if you get off earlier “, I nodded while giving him a quick hug ” I will “. I jumped out of his car and rushed into the building, getting straight to work, in a hurry to get everything done for the day. [ 8:25 pm ] My boss was so impressed at how much I had gotten done within the time I had been there, so he let me go a bit earlier. Dan picked me up as usual and as we drove home, we had a nice conversation. ” So, you like me? “ I asked quickly and getting straight to the point, only making him laugh. ” Yes Y/N, I like you… Honestly, I’ve liked you longer than you probably think. That’s why I started making fun of you, because I wanted your attention, I just took it too far “ he stated with a smirk, I stared at him confused ” How long have you liked me? “. ” Remember when our parents used to carpool… That long “ he stated seriously, so I knew he wasn’t kidding. ” There was one time when your mum was driving us to school, I pilled my juice box all over myself. All the other kids laughed, but you made them stop and you’re mum pulled the car over, just to help clean myself up, you helped too… You were both so caring, yo haven’t changed a bit Y/N… Even after the way I treated you, you still befriended me, you’ve given me a chance… Not a lot of people would do that “ he stated and I could tell he was smiling, which only caused me to smile too. ” I remember that day too, I threatened the kids that were laughing at you… And guess what, I helped you, because I liked you, like a lot “ I chuckled, ” And when you started teasing me, I thought I’d never have a chance, because I thought you hated me “. ” Never, like I said, I just wanted your attention, but I went about it in a negative way “ he stated quickly. I smiled slightly ” Well, I forgive you for everything “, he gasped quietly ” Really?… Why? “. I laughed at his reaction ” Because, you’ve made up for the shit you pulled on me and you’re a completely different person, this is the real you…. And this Dan, I like “, he sighed in relief ” Well, Thank you Y/N… I like you too as a person… Wait, that didn’t sound right… “. I chuckled quietly while rolling my eyes ” I understand what you meant “, he nodded in response ” Okay, good “. We pulled up outside my house, but I wasn’t ready to go inside just yet. ” So, can I ask what happened to your mum?… Not that it’s any of my business and you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to “ he stated while shutting off the car and then looking at me, I sighed while glancing towards him, but I could only see him from the small amount of light coming in from the street light above. ” No, it’s okay… Um, she died 3 years ago from Cancer… “ I sighed quietly, ” Oh, I’m sorry… How did everyone else in your family take it? “ he asked curiously. ” They uhh… They didn’t care… They still don’t care about anything but themselves… That’s why I work everyday after school, because the job my dad has doesn’t bring in enough money and my sister, who’s 25, is to lazy to get a job. She goes out partying every night and my dad’s always at his girlfriends house… And I… Am always alone… It sucks “ I stated nervously as how he would take it, to my surprise, he was speechless. ” You’re not Along Y/N… You don’t ever have to feel that way again… If you ever need anyone, ever. Just call me “ he stated with a genuine smile on his face, I nodded sighing deeply. He pulled me into a tight hug, ” So, does this mean I can ask you on a date? “ he asked me suddenly. I chuckled softly ” We’ll see… How about you ask me in a few days, when I’m not all emotional from talking about my mum “, he sighed slightly but nodded ” Okay deal “. He and I sat in silence, just hugging it out. ” Call me if you need anything, I’ll be here in the morning to pick you up for school “ he stated pulling away slowly, I sighed slightly ” Okay, I’ll see you then… And Thank You Dan… Welcome to the side of the freaks “. He chuckled while shaking his head, as I stepped out of his car. ” Bye Y/N, goodnight “ he smiled once more, ” Night Dan “ I stated with a small wave. I then quickly walked inside, surprised to see both my dad and sister. ” What’s going on? “ I asked confused, ” Pack your things Y/N, we’re moving “ my dad barked. I looked at him confused ” What?… Why?… “, ” Because I got a new fucking job in two towns over, so get your shit packed “ he stated sternly, making me cower back. I glanced over at a picture of my mum, knowing she wouldn’t want me to continue on with this type of life, I knew she’d want me to live a happily life and with my sister and dad, that just wasn’t going to happen. She wouldn’t want me to transfer schools, when I was so close to graduating. She wouldn’t want me to give up on the few friendships I had, she’d want me to stand up for what I believe in. ” No “ I stated bluntly, casing him to stop what he was doing and look intensely at me. ” What? “ he questioned, ” I’ve worked so hard in school and I’m so close to graduating, I’ve got a full scholarship to Uni, I can’t just transfer schools now, it could ruin everything I’ve worked for “ I stated seriously. He laughed harshly ” So, when me and Mackenzie are gone. What are you going to do?… You can’t survive without me “, I rolled my eyes and scoffed ” What do you think I’ve been doing ever since Mum died! You’re always out, fucking your many girlfriends and Mackenzie’s always out partying, so I’ve been surviving without you and I can do it even when your gone “. He looked at me with furrowed brows, ” So, I’m gong to go pack my shit and go live with my best friend. I’m going to quit the job I work at, so I can be a real teenager for once… I don’t wanna be stressed out anymore… So, if you’ll excuse me “ I stated calmly, but also cocky. I grabbed 3 pictures that were in the lounge, one of my mum and two of my mum and me together. Then I walked up to my room, quickly packing up everything I needed. My clothes, some of my favorite blankets, all my school stuff, basically everything but my furniture ( Also Including all the money I had been saving for when I went to Uni ). 3 packed bags later, I pulled everything downstairs, looking one last time at my sister and father. ” Good luck keeping a place to live with just your job, because your 25 year old daughter will Never get a job, because she’ll never grow up! “ I stated with a sigh, walking out the door, not once looking back and slamming the door behind me. I let out a small sigh of relief, it felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I pulled out my cell phone I had had for years and that I paid for myself, checking the time, it was half 10 pm. I then walked with my 3 bags, over to Josh’s house, but it did take me 20 minutes to get there. I let out a small sigh as I knocked on the door, when it opened quickly, Josh and his mother looked at me very confused. ” Is that ’ Moving in ’ invitation still available? “ I asked curiously while biting my lip, only to have Josh smile widely and his mother pull me into a tight hug. ” Welcome to our family “ his mum stated with a smile, ” Yes!… Roommates! “ Josh shouted jumping up and down. I smiled widely as I chuckled at his goofiness, that’s when I realized, I was going to be no longer alone… My life was going to change, for the better and I was excited to see what was going to happen next…
Hey Guys, ( I’m sorry if this short little story is Horrible )So this is my New Imagine of Dan and I really hope you like it!! This was not Requested, but if there is any type of Imagine or anything, just request it, because I really need some idea’s of things to Write(= Thank You all again for the Support and Thank you For Reading!! You’re Amazing <3<3
Why not? Hartbig, SFW, 900(ish)words, idk guys, all fiction.
New Year’s Eve 2012.
The cold New York air stung the cheeks of a tired Hannah Hart as she looked over the city from the balcony of her friend’s apartment. The buzz of the ‘New Years Eve’ party was muffled by the closed door that separated her from the other guests. Running a hand through her hair she sighed, watching her breath curl and disappear before her. Hearing the door behind her creak open she smiled, recognizing the voice that spoke.
Less than 400 words of complete (Hartbig) fiction.. Totally safe for work, you can guess what inspired it!
Grace’s quiet editing of tomorrow’s video was interrupted by a loud, insistent banging on her front door. The knocking was swiftly followed by an even louder yell from behind it.
‘Grace! Are you okay?’ The woman’s voice called, her tone worried.
‘Uh yeah Han.. just one sec’ Grace shouted, a small frown creasing her forehead.
Hearing an audible sigh of relief the brown eyed girl opened her door to see her girlfriend, open mouthed with eyes darting from left to right rapidly. ‘What was that about?’ Grace laughed, leaning in to peck Hannah’s lips once softly, before pulling her into a tight hug.
I have no idea guys.. SFW and for feels, roughly 600 words of pure (pretty awful) fiction. Let’s be real, they know eachother’s eye colour from these fics.. Loosely based on the last few seconds of the girlfriend tag video.
‘I swear Hannah if it opens again I’m gone..’ Grace muttered, sitting down infont of the camera once again.
‘I can’t stop it! I genuinely think this house might genuinely be haunted..’ Hannah frowned, taking a sip of her drink and sitting next to Grace.
Hey! Just something I thought of last week but only got around to now, sorry! SFW and for feels, 1400(ish) words. Hartbig (duh) All fiction, as far as I know.. Enjoy<3
Their journey to the screening room had been short. It will seem even shorter in Grace’s upcoming video, considering the drive from Hannah’s house to collect Mamrie actually took over half an hour. Which left Hannah and Grace plenty of time to try and quell their nerves with hushed kisses and words and reassurance in the backseat. Spending the last five minutes with her head resting on Hannah’s shoulder, butterflies swarmed in Grace’s stomach as they drew ever closer to watching ‘Camp Takota’ for the first time.
If Grace was nervous Mamrie was close to a breakdown. The trio tried to brush off their fear and anxiety with jokes as the car drove on towards the screening room. The closer they got to their destination the less they spoke, each girl lost in her own thoughts.