Weight of Living || The Galaxy Cat Sweater {Bastille || Dan Smith || The 1975}

24: The Package - Good or Bad News?

After a long time, I was ready. Loose dark purple dress without sleeves, black flats, black transparent pantyhose, black open-front sweater. Triangle necklace, black eye liner, loose hair. I am pretty much looking always the same.

I got out of the bedroom and saw Kyle waiting for me.

- W... wow, Anna. You are stunning. - I smiled softly as he spoke.

- Thanks, mustache-cat-guy that stole my boyfriend. - He frowned and I laughed.

I got my phone and we sat on the couch, chatting. We were talking about cats when the doorbell rang.

- Guess our boyfriend is here. - I said and got up.

- Yeah. Our boyfriend. - Kyle sounded upset.

- Don't be sad, hun. He likes you more than he likes me, I can ensure that. - He didn't respond, only looked down and shook his head silently. We walked towards the door.

I opened it and almost screamed. Dan was looking amazing. And when I say amazing, I mean like a golden bar covered in chocolate growing in a field of roses, kittens and puppies with free Starbucks drinks multiplied per 10. If you're reading this, probably you're a fan and you've seen Dan in a suit. Yes, next to Kyle. He looked amazing, right? Well, in this particular night he was looking even better than that. I wanted to slap him in the face and then sit to cry. He was looking just. Too. Damn. Good. With his sexy glasses and perfect quiff and soft smile and those eyes and that fucking suit. At the moment, I could say I was fainting and I guess Kyle felt the same because we both whimpered slowly.

- What? What? - His face was the best, like a lost puppy or something.

Me and my gay friend kept admiring him for a long time before someone broke the silence.

- You look way too good, Daniel. - Kyle finally said.

- Why are you so handsome? I mean, I am a girl and I still feel intimidated. - Dan blushed hard. - D'AWWW. - I poked his stomach and he chuckled.

- You look amazing too, sweetie. - He kissed me as I blushed. - I'm not trying to be rude, but... - Dan looked at Kyle. - What are you doing here?

- What is that on your neck? - I said, glancing at Dan.

- Where are you gonna take her? - Kyle nervously asked.

- Who's Mrs. Anna Mackenzie? - Someone said from behind Dan and I jumped. I standed on tiptoe and the guys turned around. I saw the mailman holding a package, looking sternly at us.

- Umm, that's me... - Dan stepped aside so I could go to the corridor.

- This is for you. Could you sign here, please? - I nodded while he handed me a pen and a clipboard. - Thanks.

I signed and got back inside holding that package. Dan and Kyle stopped talking when I closed the door. 

- Hey hun. What's that? - Dan said. 

- I don't... I don't know. - My voice failed. My breath was quickening, my heart was racing. This would be amazing or... awful. 

I sat on the couch and stared at that yellow, medium package. 

- Who is it from? - Kyle asked.

- I think it's... I think... - I was still staring at it. I read my address handwritten. No sender, but I knew who it was from. Unfortunately.

Dan's P.O.V.

So I was here to take my girlfriend for dinner, but apparently that won't happen so soon. I sighed.