*Just to make all you readers more impatient. I'm going to pull this out. This whole chapter is a Dan relapse*

Dan's P.O.V

I was worried and tense, the entire day. I still didn't know what my reaction would be to seeing Skylar. Her perfect features smiling at someone other than me. I wasn't sure that i would be able to stand it. I made myself look as presentable as I could. Restraigtnening my hair, changing my clothes, and all of that other crap to get my mind off of her. Surely it couldn't be this hard to leave a girl? When I left Mallory, I was relieved. She was dragging me down, all she wanted was sex. I never planned on giving that to her. She would yell, I would yell, then she'd scream it was over and storm out. But she was always there the next morning, always. This wasn't the same. Skylar wasn't going to be here in the morning, apologizing. It's not like she'd have anything to apologize for anyways. She was absolutely perfect. I was the one who was the screw-up. How do you fall in love with someone in a day? I must've been kidding myself. I should have never put my arms around her waist or played 'Grenade" in the elevator. Why did fate hate me so much? First I lost Lana. I loved her so much. I knew I shouldn't have been blaming myself for death, but I couldn't help it. We had been dating for three years and I had the ring I was going to propose to her with. I told Lana to meet me at our favourite spot in the park. I saw her coming towards me, crossing the road to give me a hug, when a truck came speeding along a normally empty street. I tried to scream, but it hit her before the sound came out of my mouth. I lost Lana, my gorgeous love. I thought I'd never meet anyone like her. Someone with that laugh, that smile, for you only had one perfect match. I dated around, and I found Mallory. She seemed so great at first. She was funny and had a kind heart and was obviously beautiful, but as time went on, I found that was all a mask, and I saw the evil truth beneath. I was depressed to say the least. The only thing that kept me going was my fans. Making them smile, telling them about my hilariously awful life. Bringing them joy with my plunders. I was numb. I lost emotion. Losing Lana was too much to handle. Losing Mallory was an improvement but it left me as alone as ever. Phil helped me out, was a great friend. It's just a new experience. Losing someone the day you were going to promise to stay together forever. I never talked to people about Lana, it hurt me too much. Then I met Skylar. She looked nothing like Lana, but I kept comparing the two. I started to feel whole again. Kissing Skylar was like turning a new page. I would never forget Lana, but maybe it happened for a reason. I never wanted to admit it, but I started noticing things I liked more about Skylar than Lana. Skylar listened to me, and wanted me to stay, but she would speak her mind. Lana would never do that, she would just agree with me on everything. Skylar would kiss me like she meant it, Lana never seemed to love me as much in that sense. It took me all of high-school to develop a crush on Lana, it took me thirty minutes to never want to leave Skylar. I started doubting myself. Maybe I should have never proposed to Lana, she never approved of Youtube, I wouldn't be where I am today. She wouldn't have died... I wish she had never died. I wish she could still be here. But I think it was her last way of saying 'I love you'. She let me meet a girl I would have no choice but to fall in love with. I felt like she was nodding her head in approval. There I went, blowing it with Skylar. I was trying not to hurt her but I obviously did. I just wanted to have her again, hold her. I decided that if she wanted me back, I would say yes. Holding her, never letting go. I didn't want her to get hurt. I couldn't lose her, not like I lost Lana. When Lana was gone, there was nothing I could do. I just had to hold her, tell her she was safe now, tell her I loved her. Tell her I'd never forget. Cry. Grieve. That was my only choice. Cutting Skylar from my life. Knowing she was still there. Not knowing if she loved me, or was looking for me too.

I saw her entering into the elevator.

I can't believe I said those things to her.

I have to fix this. I know hurting isn't helping now.

I can't lose Sky. Not like Lana. I won't let this happen.

I caught the next elevator. I remembered how it had broken down. I remembered Skylar crying to me about me. Her blasting Imagine Dragon music. Our dancing... Before I was done reminiscing the doors slid open and I walked toward the sound of loud music. Spotting Phil sitting at a table I walked towards him.

"Hey," I said to Phil.

"Why isn't Skylar with you?" Phil asked. I explained all that happened.

"I'm such a screw up Phil! What do I do?" I said, shaking my head.

"Dan. Why in Hell would you do that? She obviously liked you. Was all of this because of Lana?" Phil questioned.

"Don't talk to me about Lana!" I growled. "You don't understand anything!"

"Oh, I don't understand do I Dan? I wouldn't understand what it's like to lose someone you are about? It's not like my best friend from university died?! Right, because that isn't relateable at all." Phil said with a hurt voice.

"Phil, I'm sorry. I just meant... It's hard falling in love after losing a girlfriend." I said ashamed.

"You don't think I felt guilty being friends with you? I thought he must thought I was betraying him. He died and I was replacing him with you as a best friend." Phil responded.

"I never thought of it like that.." I trailed off.

"Well, we met, and I felt like he approved of you. Like he wanted me to be happy, not a friendless loser. Dan, we are best friends. I'll always be here for you." Phil said sincerely.

"Thanks Phil, that means a lot. I feel like Lana wanted me to be with Skylar. It seemed like her dying wish for me to be happy again. I've never felt this way with anyone but Skylar." I said content.

"You really like her, Dan. Well you should go after her. Don't let her go. I know you don't want to feel that way again. I almost lost you, you almost lost yourself after Lana died. You can't let Skylar slip out of your grasp. Go tell her the truth. That's what she'll want to hear." Phil replied.

"Okay, but how? What if she doesn't love me? Or she doesn't take me back?" I wondered aloud.

"That's your smallest problem right now," Phil said as he motioned to two intertwined people.

"Who are they-" I stopped. I recognized those Purple Vans. It was Skylar kissing someone else. Who was that?

"I think that's Anthony Padilla!" Phil said, as if reading my mind.

"What is she doing with him? I thought she had better taste." I said with disgust. I had to stop them. I rushed off, my vision white with blinding fury. He didn't deserve to touch her. She was perfect. No one deserved Skylar! No one was good enough. I wasn't worthy and neither was he. And why was Skylar with him! I approached them faster. I had to stop this. Skylar was mine. MINE. I wasn't letting go of her so easy. I was determined not to lose her. Not like I lost Lana. I stood right behind Anthony.

"Dan. No!" Phil yelled. Everyone's' heads turned to look at me. I placed my hand on Anthony's shoulders and pulled him downwards onto the ground.

"What are you doing with my girlfriend?" I barked at Anthony.

"Your what?! Anthony and Skylar chorused in confusion.

"My girlfriend," I repeated. "Skylar, this girl right here, is my girlfriend." Her jaw dropped.

"Whoah, man. I didn't know-" I kicked him in his stomach.

"Get away from him Dan!" Skylar screamed. "And since when am i your girlfriend?"

"Skylar! I'll explain later. Just come with me. Okay?" I pleaded.

Distrust filtered through her eyes. "Why should I trust you?"

"Because you have to. You must. Please, Skylar. Don't do this to me!" I shouted.

"No! Leave me alone!" Skylar burst into tears. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"It's because I love you okay? I love you Skylar! I never want to lose you!" I exclaimed. As soon as I said it I put a hand over my mouth.

"Are you serious?" She asked sincerely.

"Positively. Please, come with me." I asked, my hand outstretched.

"Fine. But if you leave me again. I'll never forgive you, Dan Howell!" she said. She could say anything she wanted. I had her back. She was here. Her hand in mine. We got into the elevator in silence. I leaned in to kiss her and she pushed me backwards.

"Dan. I'm not going to kiss you.I'm just letting you explain why the Hell you are being such a douche to me, okay?" She said angrily.

"It's because I love you." i said truthfully.

The elevator doors opened.

"Wrong answer." She said and slammed the door as she walked into her room.

I lost her. Just like I lost Lana. It was over.