A/N: i got a lot of reads on my other fic so i decided to post this also. this is basically a lot of dan fluff & i hope you like it!
God. I hate the bus. I hate it. It's always too crowded, there's constant fear of some freak sitting next to you and it always smells slightly moldy. No, I don't hate the bus, I hate this city. I hate London. It's so crowded and people are getting stabbed right and left all the time, those damn sirens are going off all the time. But God do I hate driving in this hell hole. The only thing worse than public transportation is driving. So I take the bus. It's better than the tube anyway. And way better than a car. Should I add, way less expensive since parking and the overall cost of living in this city is exorbitant.
Luckily I don't hate my job that much. The radio thing we do is alright, I kind of just wing it so it's not that much effort, which is always good. The YouTube thing is fun, people online mostly just gets in my nerves but it's worth it when we get to go cool places and meet… fans. I don't like the word but, you know, people who like us, who think we're pretty cool and even attractive. Yup. They exist. There's hope for everyone, isn't there?
It's past eight, I had to stay at work for some meetings. The bus is packed with all different kinds of people but I stare only at one. I might be twenty four but my mindset is nothing but a teenager going through his emo phase. I wear all black on a daily basis, I still straighten my hair every morning and I would choose plaid over any other pattern everyday. Also I listen to My Chemical Romance non ironically every once in a while. But where was I? Oh yeah, the bus. And the girl sitting on the spot next to me. Why am I creeping on a girl in the bus, you may ask, and there are two reasons: first, my battery died; second, she seems to be the most alternative girl in the bus, and I have a sweet spot for alternative girls, always have, always will. Probably. Maybe when the whole Internet thing blows up and I have to get a boring job I'll look for the girl with the most ear piercings and the most black in her outfit to develop an awkward office crush on.
She's asleep. Her head is hanging slightly to the side, her pink lips parted, blonde wavy hair frames her round face and freckles grace her skin. I shift a bit uncomfortable on my seat, and as my shoulder parts from hers her body seems to crumble. I expect her to wake up awkwardly besides me and I regret ever taking the seat next to her, what was I going to say, what face was I going to make, what would people around me think, maybe she'll wake up and freak out… But she doesn't and that leaves me confused. I slowly place my fearful hand on the rail, should I get up before she wakes up and possibly freaks out on me? I should. I definitely should. I take a breath and hope for the best as I move from the seat very slowly. The girl doesn't wake up, instead quite the opposite, her body tumbles down on the empty seat that I was just sat on.
Oh my God. She's dead.
"Oh my God" I yelp, my anxiety levels going over the roof. Did I just touch a dead body? Or worse, did I just think a dead body was attractive? "Oh God" I yelp louder now, causing the people around me to turn around.
"Are you okay, love?" An elderly lady turns to me, she looks at me worried, and of course, I'm mortified. My breath is going fast and my heart is about to burst through my chest. I manage to point at the girl now laying, or should I say unconsciously laying on both seats now.
"Oh God" the lady speaks, "she's fainted! Stop the bus, someone ring an ambulance!" she shouts lively as I can not move, standing up and getting me out of the way to turn to the girl. Well it's good to know an old lady is much more useful than I am in a critical situation.
People have gathered around us now, another lady tries to get people to step aside and give her air, three people helped her off the seat and laid her body down on the floor. The second lady comes up to me and hands me a purse.
"It's your girlfriend's" she says, and I can not mutter a word because I'm still in so much panic. "Try and ring someone, hopefully a family member, tell them we're taking her to the A&E"
I grab the purse with both hands, holding it next to my chest.
I hate the bus.