Because I'm Different || Dan Howell

Chapter 21 - To Kiss Someone's Girlfriend

I woke up to the sound of the front door opening followed by hushed voices, shushing each other. Of course, I knew it was Phil and his friends (whoever they may be) who had walked in. I recalled all the terrifying, teary and beautiful moments that happened between me and Dan last night. He was sleeping peacefully next to me. His breathe was light and his chest rose and fell in time. Our legs were tangled together and his arms were hugging my waist. I watched him for a few moments. His hair had turned slightly curly and the locks fell over his eyes. His skin was pale with the light smattering of beauty spots and freckles. 

I, carefully, untangled our legs and eased open his arms from around my waist. Sliding on my ass to get up, I crept over to the bedroom door and over to the bathroom. I looked into the mirror to see I had the biggest smile on my face. I just couldn’t help it. Chuckling to myself, I quickly brushed out my hair and made myself presentable. Still in the clothes from last night (excluding the jacket), I said a silent thank you to whoever was out there, that I took off the mascara I had on. 

Then, I heard whispering voices coming down the hallway. Stepping out of the bathroom, I saw Phil (looking slightly messy (his hair! Jeez…) and dazed, for that matter) with two of his friends. None other than PJ and Chris. I smiled and mouthed a hello to greet them. They both waved back, Chris doing a quiet wolf whistle/cat call at my exposed stomach. I blushed and glared at him but he only silently laughed. PJ and Phil rolled their eyes as Phil retrieved a notepad and pen from his room, brought it back and started to scribble down words for us to read. When he had finished a few seconds later, he held it up for us to see. It read: “Is Dan still asleep? Shall we go into the lounge were we can talk?” I nodded in approval for both questions. Phil gave a nod of understanding and we followed him to the living room. 

When we got there, we all breathed out as if we had been holding our breath the entire time. I giggled at our stupidity and slumped into one of the chairs.

“How were you last night? Get back safe?” Phil question. Flashbacks of the Tattooed Man stained my mind. The tears, the cries for help, the terror and blood. It all went past so fast. I tried to track my thoughts but just Phil asking a simple question had seem to trigger uncontrollable memories.

“Pix! Pixie!” Phil said, snapping his fingers in front of my face. Shooting back into reality, I shook my head, managing to track my thoughts.

“Yeah. Yeah, sorry. It was fine.” I blankly said. Nothing more, nothing less. 

“Bet you and Dan had a fun time last night.” Chris winked, doing his best to be dirty minded but I could only smile for both Chris’ attempt and what happened last night.

“Okay, Chris. Stop scaring her.” PJ sighed. He seemed distressed but I didn’t comment, not wanting to cause any unnecessary morning fights. 

“Enough about me, what about you guys?” I asked, trying to lighten the tension that had suddenly surrounded us.

“Eh. It was alright. After the bowling, there wasn’t much to do but crash at a friends house. We played a few xBox games but after that, we lost interest and went to sleep.” Explained Chris. I nodded, understanding the information. All of a sudden, I felt thirsty (innuendo) and asked if any of the boys wanted a drink. They agreed and I left, them chatting amongst themselves about the party and other stuff. I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, almost crashing into the stupid glass door.