~A few days later~

Dan's POV

"Y/N! I know you're in there!" I hear the roar of an angry man from down below, banging on what I assume is the door of Y/N's flat. Well... Tess's flat.

Curiosity getting the better of me, mainly because Y/N was mentioned, I quietly sneak out of my room and down the stairs to the door.

Carefully opening it so I can see the commotion, I watch as the man confronts Tess.

"-What do you mean Y/N's not here? Don't lie to me, Tess. You know what I can do."

"Y/N isn't here. I don't know where she went. She just packed up and left. You can shout at me all you want, I have nothing to tell you."

The man groans. "You're useless. You always have been, you stupid whore," he spits before marching off.

I watch disgusted at the man, when suddenly my attention is drawn back to Tess talking to Phil, who now stands behind her.

"You don't think he'll find out where she is, do you?"

Tess scoffs. "He'll be in prison before he does."

"I better go check on Dan," Phil sighs.

Shit!

I rush up the stairs, hoping Phil doesn't hear my hurried footsteps and run hurry into my room.

Twenty seconds after, once I've finally caught my breath, I hear a knock at my bedroom door.

"Come in."

I act as if I've just been woken up and turn towards the door as Phil pokes is head in.

"Are you alright?" I nod. "I really am sorry, Dan-"

"Okay, Phil, I get it. Poor Dan sees the love of his life with her lips all over someone else. Let's all act like we actually care but stick up for her anyway."

"Dan-"

"Who was that down there, then? Someone else she's been sneaking around with?"

"Dan, stop!" I go silent in shock. "Comfort yourself, then."

As the door slams shut, I bury my head under my pillow.

I bet Y/N's having the perfect time right now. She's probably already got another boyfriend in wherever the hell she is. She's probably striding around, a huge smile on her face now she's gotten a huge weight off her shoulders.

Your POV

All around, boxes still full of my belongings tower over me.

I lost faith in keeping count of the days I've been here.

All I know is that the only unpacking I've done is the unpacking of my brand new pack of razors.

And the only decorating I've done to make this feel like my home is the patch of red on the white carpet.

~End~