Chapter 7: Jealousy doesn't suit you
Dan and Josephine were heading to a pub nearby. As they were walking, Dan grabbed Josephine's hand, and they were walking hand in hand.
Omg. Omg. Omg. Omg. I'm holding hands with Daniel Howell. Omg. Omg. Omg. My inner fangirl is screaming right now. Stay calm. I looked up, and Dan was smiling at me like he didn't want to be anywere else. I looked down at my feet, to hide my blushing cheeks. We went to the pub, and Dan held the door for me. Such a gentleman. And I sat down at a corner table, while Dan ordered two beers for us.
"Look what I got us!" Dan said smiling, waiting for my reply. Then I noticed, he got us Carlsberg beer. Danish beer. At that moment I just wanted to attack him with love. He was too perfect.
"You got us Carlsberg! That is so awesome! And thoughtful."
"Yeah, I'm totally into Danish culture now!" He said jokingly.
"Oh really? Then what's the capital of Denmark?" I challenged him.
"Okay. I know this. Copenhagen, right?"
"Dingdingding. We have a winner." I said, and we both laughed.
"I need to go to the bathroom real quick. Be right back." I went to the bathroom, to check myself. Thank God I did. My hair was a mess! Just going to fix this, and this. Done. I look acceptable now. When I got out of the bathroom, Dan wasn't sitting at our table alone anymore. There was a girl next to him. I don't normally get jealous, but she needed to walk away from that table, immediately, before I pushed her away. I said down next to Dan, a bit closer than normally. Just marking of my territory, really.
"Hey, who is this?" I said, faking a smile.
"Oh, this is one of my mates from the university of Manchester. Katie." Dan said. I gave a sarcastic smile, but I didn't think either of them noticed.
"Katie, this is my neighbour, Josephine." Dan said. Did Dan just introduce me as his neighbour? I really thought I was more to him than that. I shook her hand, and tried behaving as friendly towards her, as I possibly could. Couldn't she just leave? After a while and a few beers, I think Dan finally noticed, how annoyed I was.
"Hey, sorry. I don't want to ruin our date. It's just that I haven't seen her in forever, and she's leaving London tomorrow. I'll ask her to leave soon." He whispered to me. I gave no response. If he'd rather chat with this girl, fine by me. I have better things to do than obsessing over some dumb youtuber. Okay, I'd admit that the jealousy maybe took a little bit control.
"Do you want us to go back home?" Dan whispered to me again.
"Honestly, I don't care." I said annoyed.
"Come on. Don't be like this. I don't want the date to be ruined."
"You know what. I'm going home. Have a nice evening, Daniel." I grabbed my bag, and stormed out of the pub, and could feel I had been drinking more, than I'd like to admit. It was very dark and raining outside. I know I was a bit unfair. But what did he expect? He was on a date with me, not her. She was much prettier than me. He's probably glad I'm gone. Should I go back? No. I don't want to lose face now. I felt a tear drip down my cheek. But it didn't matter, the rain covered it. I'm such an idiot. Daniel Howell was never interested in me. I'm just so naive. A few more tears driped down. I just wanted to go home.
