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Chapter 21 - Conversations

Your POV

You slide on your sixth outfit choice of the afternoon. You have never been this indecisive on what you wear. Again, you shake your head and slip the dress off.

You throw another few things together and put that on but immediately dislike it. With your face buried in your hands, you slouch on your bed sighing.

What are you doing?

Nick broke your heart. He's not a good person and you know that.

You reach for your phone and open it up to messages. You tap F/N's contact. No new texts but there are still old ones from 6 days ago.

"Dan just broke his leg. Oh god." You had wrote.

"Is he alright?!"

"Yeah, he's in hospital. Just got out of surgery, I'm driving to see him now."

"Don't text and drive Y/N. Did you ever pay attention in Life Ed?" She joked.

"Whatever. I'll tell you how he is, okay?"

"Alright bye :)"

More messages sent an hour later.

"I think Dan just tried to kiss me?"

"OMFG WAHT!"

"Yeah, I dunno, maybe not."

"This is so exciting! Tell me more about it when you get home."

And you did. It was fun to freak out with her, like you always would. You scan over the last text which was from 4 days ago.

"Hey, how's your date? Did you knock his socks off?"

It's from you, she never answered because it never happened. You smile weakly as you realise you shouldn't text her and go back to your other messages to find Dan. You scroll through all of the texts between you, chuckling along the way until you reach the first thing Dan ever sent you.

"11:11 i wish you would forgive me."

"11:11 i wish it doesn't hurt."

Oh yeah. Dan and Polly. You laugh a little. Good thing that never happened. It wasn't that big of a deal yet, it was to you.

Dan held your hand and you started to feel a bit of hope but then a chunk of that hope chipped off as you saw the picture of him staring at Polly on the street with blurry lights around them, holding her hand as well.

You chuckle again, letting go of the thought, and begin to type a text.

"Hey Danny, I need your help." You write and press send.

"Don't ever call me Danny and what do you need?" He replies quickly.

"Well Danny, I can't decide on an outfit for tonight and I need a gentleman's taste."

"What a lost cause you are."

"You're supposed to help me here."

"Okay, okay. What are the options?" Dan concedes.

You hurry over to the first outfit you tried on - a black dress with a lace front - and take a quick photo in the mirror, sending it to Dan. As fast as you can, you get on your second choice, taking another photo.

When you get on your fifth option, Dan sends a text.

"You don't need to send me any more, they're all going to look good on you."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"I don't think so." You disagree insecurely.