~ Dan Howell
~ approximately 1 year earlier ~
" Well aren't you going to kiss me then?" her voice whispered as her arms encircled my neck even tighter standing on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear. I hardly shuddered at the touch of her bare skin on my neck.
" But if I kiss you ..." I heard my own voice trailing off.
" Yes Daniel, if you kiss me that's it. If you don't want one last kiss I can just leave. " She continued to sway to the beat of the music with me and began to pull away.
I saw myelf pulling her tightly to me. " No. I'll have the last kiss. "
She leaned up and left a light peck on my lips. " Merry Christmas Daniel and Goodbye forever. " she began to back away before taking a step forward towards me, then deciding against it leaving the dancefloor. Long red hair curled hair swishing with her every movement. She was beautiful even in just a Christmas Jumper worn to Pj's ugly jumper party.
I woke up breathing heavily in a cold sweat again. The dreams of that night where coming back to me yet again. " Just call her. " Phil would say. " Say you're sorry she'll take you back." Pj would add, but I knew they were wrong. I wish I wasn't so stupid sometimes. It had been nearly a year since that night when the only girl who had truly made me happy walked out of my life forever. Why ? Because I was absolute crap as a boyfriend.
I powered up my laptop and went to her twitter page. I hadn't gained the strength to watch any her videos in an entire year. Most boys would just be over it, not me though . Sometimes when I felt like making myself feel worse I would go and read her twitter or look at old pictures of us that were still up everywhere and saved to my computer anyway.
My eyes lit up at the last tweet from her this time though . " Hey London friends, I'm finally back from my year in Paris. :D "
I found my feet hitting the floor and my body somehow carrying itself to Phil. It was early morning and Phil was up for some reason. " Phil you'll never believe," I got out before he interrupted.
" Jocelyn's back I know. Dan," he sighed. "
" Oh come on Phil I'm over her. " The words felt like tiny pinpricks .
" Dan, you're not. Now as Mycroft Holmes would say ' Sherlock Holmes put on your trousers' and at least try and be friends with the poor girl again. You know this entire situation wrecked you, what do you think happened to her ?" Phil smiled kindly flipping over a pancake in the skillet.
" You're right, thank you. " I looked down at my legs which were only clad in boxers and socks. " Does she still ?" I got out before Phil interrupted again.
" Yes, she's still 2 floors up . " Phil smiled again. " Dan wait though. Pj's party she's going to be there. Wait until then. "
" Phil, thank you !. " I cried more happily than I thin I had been in a year.
