Chapter One

"Oh and you have so many good features?" he shouted at me, his voice dripping with sarcasm and poison. I stumbled to find some words to deflect his, but nothing was coming. My barriers had already been broken down. "Let me see. Umm, you are controlling; constantly complaining about yourself, or your friends; or you are to bloody emotional. And..." I shook from head to toe. How could words like this come out from his mouth? Even after everything we had been through. I couldn't listen to his words anymore. They were like thorns, sticking into my skin, and disappearing into my body, so they can stay there. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. I covered my face and ran towards the door, only picking up my bag. He could destroy the other stuff. I didn't want it now anyway. I slammed the door just as he was coming towards me. I hope it stopped him, I never wished to see him again. Leave him standing as you walk away, my friends would say about their past boyfriends. Had they just had all their flaws pointed out? The flaws which made them upset?

I carried on down the street, walking in a fast pace to avoid people approaching me. Tears started to flow down my cheeks, becoming more and more as I walked further away. I tried to fumble in my bag, trying to find my phone. All I wanted was to go home, but I couldn't. I was staying here, with him. I found my phone, only to realise that I was being followed. I quickly dialled my sister's number and pressed the phone to my ear. 'pick up, pickup' I whispered quietly. I picked up my pace and began to jog slightly. I turned round to check where the guys were and ran straight into someone's arms.
"Oh. My. Gosh! I'm so sorry. I was just looking if someone was following me..." I fumbled for words as I looked up. A familiar smile looked down onto me. Phil. A new set of tears flooded into my eyes as I looked into his eyes and hugged him tight. I didn't want to let go. 'Hey now, stop crying now. What's wrong, Al?' I stepped back, 'where you not with Dan?' I flinched at his name. I didn't want to see him anymore. I just couldn't tell him, it would break his heart in two, and I just can't stand telling the story. He must have picked up on this as he said, 'how about I walk you to my flat?' we walked slowly through the streets, and I knew I didn't have anywhere to go. My flat was Dan's and there was no way in hell I was going back there. For the first time I realised I was alone again.

I caught my reflection in a shop window. I looked a mess, my hair looking like a birds nest perched on the top of my head. I don't even look human anymore. More like a wild creature having escaped from an enclosure. Apart from the tears streaming down my face were tears of sorrow. Not joy.
I found myself in a pretty little square in central London, Phil walking beside me, guiding me the way to his flat. I managed to brush my hair with my fingers and tried to rub away the mascara from under my eyes. Let's just say I was looking a bit like a panda. A string of fairy lights, hung high above my head caught me by surprise and launched me back into my memories. Not just memories but my whole life with Dan.


A/N : Well, this is my first Danisnotonfire fiction I have ever written, and I am so excited for me to get writing about this. This chapter is short, but it kind of sets the scene and starts of the story in a DRAMATIC way :-P Thanks for reading xx