Hey guys! Thank you SOOOOO much for all the support, because, guess what? I have 43 views on Dan and the Broken girl! Now, this may not seem like a lot to you, but to me, (The newbie I am) this is huge! A big shout out to Guest, who sent me my first review! I love all of you guys so much! I have a question though: I'm writing a story about a wolf/human universe where society is divided by gender, and one girl who dares defy a powerful Alpha male. Does this sound good? And more importantly, does this count as a Fanfic? Tell me in the reviews! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, though I am putting in a trigger warning for abuse. Love, Cali

"So, can I get you something to drink?"

Celia, still starry-eyed that she was meeting her idol YouTuber, breathlessly responded "Yes! of course!" With an exasperated eye roll, Nicole accepted as well.

"Ummm... I hate to ask, but where's the other guy who lives here?" Nicole inquired.

"Oh, you mean Phil!" Dan called from the kitchen. "He's away at the moment, doing a two-week thing for the BBC. God, I miss him."

Celia sighed dreamily, whispering to Nicole, "Those two are so CUTE!"

"So, what do you think of the apartment so far?" Dan asked, walking back with three cups of English Breakfast tea.

"It was OK." shrugged Nicole. In reality, though, she was amazed. The flat was neat and tidy, and everything seemed bright and airy and open and... beautiful. She accepted the steaming mug of tea offered to her and placed it on the coffee table. Drumming her fingers lightly on the couch, she stared dreamily into the distance, ignoring Celia's pointed glare for calling the apartment OK.

"Well, we haven't even gotten to downstairs, so don't judge quite yet." Dan sipped his tea once and set it down next to Nicole's. Beckoning them closer, he turned toward the stairs and started down them. Celia followed like an exited puppy, but Nicole hesitated a moment before following them down.

"Well, here we are! This is the room that would be your bedroom!" exclaimed Dan, obviously exited to showcase this part of the house. Nicole peeked through the doorway and began to grin.

"It's nothing much," Dan anxiously said. "It used to be our filing room. But we don't have much to file, so-" Nicole shushed him, still looking around, smile growing ever broader. "No, I love it." she whispered. "It's perfect." Celia almost had a heart attack.

"S-so you're going to live here?!" she shrieked. "T-that means that I'll get to visit, and-" Nicole shushed her once again, eyes traveling over the pale, worn wooden floor, snowy white bed frame, and whitewashed walls. "I love it." she repeated. Dan looked puzzled at her love of such a simple, unadorned place, but he shrugged and replied, "If you like it that much." They almost had to drag Nicole away fro the room, back upstairs and onto the couch again. "So, here are the forms you need to fill out." Dan handed her an enormous pile of documents and a fancy pen, and turned away only to find Celia's hand on his shoulder.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" She asked, her expression uncharacteristically grim.

"Of... course." Dan replied.

Celia pulled him into the hall, away from Nicole. She took a deep breath and began. "Nicole was sexually abused." Dan's jaw dropped. "By someone she trusted." Dan, shocked beyond belief, stuttered, "W-when did this happen?"

"Over a year ago, but she is still scarred and doesn't trust anyone. But this isn't my place to tell you about this. When Nicole wants to tell you, she'll tell you." Dan nodded, still unnerved, but Celia wasn't finished.

"I don't care if you're famous. If I find out you've laid one hand on her without her consent, you. Are. Dead." With that last, ominous statement, she walked back to the living room. Dan, shaking, waited a moment before following her, just as Nicole had at the top of the stairs.

Nicole tapped the papers against the table, evening them out. "Done!" she called out to Celia as she returned to the room. As Dan entered, she beamed at him, only to find his expression worried. He quickly switched on a grin, but she could see that something had disturbed him. "I... finished the papers." she said.

"Great!" he said, in a faked cheery voice. "Now all we have to do is give them to Katrina, my landlord, bring your stuff in, and you'll be our new flatmate!" By this point, there was nothing fake about the cheer in his voice, and Nicole wondered if just maybe, she had made a good decision.