Static | Sequel to Fine Line Dan x Reader

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Dan's POV

I slipped on my shirt, running my tongue over my cracked lips. I glanced in the mirror. I really have changed haven't I? I stuffed my hands in the pocket of my jeans and peered at myself for a moment longer.

As I stepped down the flight of stairs I felt my stomach rumble and that familiar feeling of sickness when you're hungry overcame me. I feel like I should be more excited. I wiped my sweaty palms on the inside of my pockets and took a breath.

I had gotten more and more nervous as the hours dragged on, and you could see slight discoloration under my eyes from the tossing and turning I can't really call 'sleep' that my body allowed last night. The feeling on envy and jealous had crept up on me, and I felt as if I might as well be holding a sign above my head to announce it.

I thought that maybe with time reducing the initial shock of seeing (y/n) again that these feelings would go away, but now I want to be in Adam's shoes more than ever. He's the one to hold her, tell her he loves her, wake up next to her. I slipped the heel of my shoe on and started to tie them.

These overwhelming feelings are those of the hormonal teenager I used to be. Whether it be Caspar, Austin, or now Adam, I have this constant feeling that she's slipping away from me and I should've said something. Of course at the time, I had doubts of her trust considering how the friendship started. I didn't want her to think I was just hitting on her.

But as it progressed, I realized now I should've told her, but she left for New York and all this slightly caught up to me. Now I've lost my chance. She's probably really happy and there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with Adam. The timing just isn't right again.

It hasn't been for years and now I know it never will. We weren't meant to be.

And now I feel like an idiot, trying to get over these rekindled feelings nagging at me. It's painful to realize how in love with someone you are after they're gone. All I can keep in mind is that she's still my friend.

"Dan?" I glanced up at Phil who was holding the flat keys.

"Oh, ready to go?"

"Yeah, I said that like 4 times now," he pointed out.

"Oh, sorry."

"It's okay, lets just go yeah?" He asked and I nodded. Phil had been my best friend since (y/n) left and even before then as well. He was always that guy who was nice to everyone. I wanted to express my concerns to him, I really did, but I knew he'd say the same thing I've been telling myself.

She's got a boyfriend Dan, you've lost your chance. Let her go.

It was true that I needed to let her go and keep her as a friend, it's a need not a want. It has to happen.

I followed Phil down the stairs and out of our flat, passing by people who were bustling around, living their lives. How insignificant we are. The windows of the cab we walked up to were fogged from the different in temperature. The weather had dropped drastically from the beautiful breeze yesterday to the bitter biting of the rain today. It wasn't cold enough to consider it autumn, just enough cold to make you want a jacket and hug your arms to your chest to retain warmth and comfort. Light foggy breath from those who's breath is warm was making its first appearance since summer.

I stepped inside the cab which was slightly warm to combat those who were damp and cold. Phil leaned up slightly to give the woman driving us the directions and the movement of our vehicle started. I watched out the window after swiping the condensation that had fogged them up with my palm.

I felt heavy from the cold water that rested in my jacket and the ankles of my jeans. As we pulled up in front of the restaurant I could see (y/n) waiting out in the cool air, her arms wrapped around her torso. The wind picked up slightly and her face scrunched and her hair flipped into her vision.

I stepped out and when she noticed my tall figure she smiled immediately, most likely to get out of the cold. I approached and she said something muffled by the drizzle of rain and whistle of wind. She wrapped her small arms around my upper body, giving me that familiar hug, fingers pressed into my back. She pulled away before I could hug back and hugged Phil as well. We all walked inside and she shed her jacket which was probably wet like mine.

"What a weather change, god I almost froze," she said, shaking out the coat as we approached a table to be sat at. The waitress sat us with a fond smile, she must've just started her shift. I sat down across from (y/n) and she rested her feet in between mine, a habit she had. The waitress handed us menus and left to check on a nearby table.

Phil and (y/n) chatted for a while and I just scanned over the menu. I should say something right? I picked out my food and the waitress came back for drink orders. We each gave our order and she left to get it for us.

"You haven't talked much, are you okay?" I quickly identified that she was addressing me and I glanced over at her. Of course she noticed, she always noticed when something was up.

"Yeah. I'm fine," I said, fixing the silverware that had been set on the table. She glanced to Phil then to me again.

"Okay," she replied. She hadn't believed me, but just let it go for now. The waitress came back with our three drinks.

"You still don't drink soda?" I asked, remembering back when (y/n) decided against soda. She had struggled to give it up, but with time she let it go.

"Yeah, I kind of grew away from it. It just doesn't taste as good anymore."

I wish I could do the same.

"Maybe I should too, who knows what might kill me these days," I commented and she glanced up from her lemonade. Her face was confused and concerned.

"Yeah."

~Calymari