Never Let Go - Danisnotonfire x Reader

Don't Stalk Me!

About five minutes later, you arrive at the supermarket. You're still grinning like an idiot. It's all so surreal. You're very jumpy and smiley, but try to repress your inner fangirl as you go into the supermarket.

You grab a small trolley from outside and push it through the big double doors, making faces at the security camera.

I'm so mature, you think to yourself sarcastically.

You don't have a shopping list with you, as you basically need to buy everything, not just stock up on stuff. You try to refrain from buying too many non-essential items, seeing as you don't want to spend an awful lot of money.

When your trolley is about half full, you start to feel a bit weird. Something isn't right, and it's making you uncomfortable. It feels almost like someone is watching you.

You convince yourself that you're just being paranoid at the start, but the feeling is still there.
You keep turning around to check if there is a person watching you, but only the shop assistants and a few customers are there.

Seeing the aisles practically empty doesn't reassure you or make you feel better, it just makes you more uneasy and slightly scared.

You're in the fruit aisle when you sense someone directly behind you. You pick up a few apples and look behind you suspiciously, but still, no one is there.

Okay, this is creepy, you think, starting to panic.

You calm down and decide to pretend to be oblivious for a bit, then suddenly turn around and hopefully catch whoever is watching you red-handed.

You try not to look suspicious for a few seconds, then whip around when you sense the person behind you. Just your luck; the trolley wheels go over the person's toe, and they fall backwards into the lettuce section.

"Oh gosh, sorry!" you exclaim. You shouldn't really have apologised because they were freaking stalking you, but you can't help it. You're too nice for your own good.

You offer a hand to help the unfortunate man up to his feet, and his brown hair and 'walking funeral' clothes catch your eye. Dan grins cheekily at you, but also looks a bit guilty at the same time. "Ha ha, hey again," he says awkwardly, trying to lean casually against a nearby abandoned trolley and almost falling over.

He regains his balance and picks a bit of limp lettuce leaf off his arm, wrinkling his nose up at it.

You notice that he doesn't have a shopping basket, or even a trolley, for that matter. Is he even shopping here?

Dan notices you looking at his empty hands. "Oh, I just... uh... I left my trolley over there. Yeah." He gestures somewhat uncertainly over to another part of the supermarket.

You raise your eyebrow at him. "You're not even shopping, are you?"

He hesitates. "No, I'm not shopping," he admits. "I just came to um... look around, you know?"

"How did you know I was here?"

"I... uh... I followed you. Oh s***, that sounds creepy, doesn't it?" he asks, cringing at his choice of words.

"Yes, that's creepy! You can't just stalk people, Dan!" you exclaim, moving your hands about to get your point across.

"Hold on- you can't just stalk people. How do you know my name?" he asks, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

Crap.

You go into panic mode, and you have to really rack your brain to get a reasonably good excuse. "Um, you told me when we met, remember?" you say, crossing your fingers behind your back in the hope that he'll believe you.