A month, it had been a month since I left London and I was already having withdrawals. Not from Dan, well not at first.

I missed the hustle of the city and the fact I didn't have to drive half an hour or more to go shopping or to see something remarkable.

I was set to leave the second of January, tomorrow to be exact, and would hopefully arrive in London late that evening.

I was sitting on my laptop browsing Tumblr, noticing a sudden spike in my amount of followers when I noticed one I hadn't expected.

danisnotonfire is now following you!

I laughed it off, figuring once again a troll blog had tried to trick me until I looked closer. It was in fact Dan, and I became completely embarrassed.

"Oh no, I've still been reblogging pictures of him like crazy. He's going to think I'm nuts." I panicked.

Suddenly my computer began ringing, signaling a Skype call. I answered without looking, hoping it was Issac.

"Good afternoon Melody," Dan's smooth voice came out of the speaker as I saw his face flood onto my screen.

"Oh, uh hi Dan." I said as my face flushed, I was still in my pajamas and hadn't done anything to the mass of hair on my head. "I wasn't expecting you to call, and by the way it's ten in the morning here."

"I forgot the time difference, sorry. But I hope you're excited to come back tomorrow?" He smiled and I think I felt my heart melt.

"I am extremely happy to be coming back, are you going to be waiting in the airport to pick me up?" I joked.

"If you would like for me to, although I'm sure you were joking."

"Well, I do need someone to help me find my apartment from the airport. Plus I have a lot more bags this time to take with me." I smiled, entranced by every slight movement Dan made.

"What is it; do I look bad or something?"

"No, I was just looking at you. You're gorgeous, I feel like I'm watching a video except there is no editing and you're really only talking to me."

"Speaking of, how was that last video? I didn't want to talk about you just yet; maybe you can come over film with me when you get back here. I think I hinted pretty hard to our night a few weeks ago though."

"You mean the night where you got me out of my clothes but didn't score?" I asked.

"Well, no I didn't score. I figured you didn't want to hop into bed with me, that hasn't ended well for me in previous relationships."

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to hop down your throat…forgive me?" I said with my best pouty face.

"I can't say no to that face, however I do have to leave…Phil has been editing all afternoon and we're about to grab coffee. I'll talk to you some time later. Text me though?" Dan said as he blew a kiss through the screen and then logged off.

I shook my head, looking back over at the pile of books and forms I had sitting on my desk. I had been catching up to the university I was transferring to and had taken a break.

I walked away from the desk and flopped back on my bed, careful not to hurt myself again. I had a problem of bouncing off the bed and hitting my head as well as many other objects.

I looked over at my half packed bag, one full of clothes, one full of bathroom objects that could fly over, and another bag for shoes and other assorted items.

I picked up my last bag, the one I had filled with school supplies, and began packing the books I'd already purchased into it. I was almost done when I heard a car pull up in the driveway, signaling my dad to be home.

I immediately stopped what I was doing and went out to greet him, throwing my arms around him in a tight hug.

If anything had gotten me to this point in life it would be that man. I'd had a rough past, between my abusive mother, my eating disorder, and many other things I had never really had it easy. Pair that with the fact I was from a divorced family and had always been a loner and you had the plot to essentially any terribly heart-wrenching story.

My dad and I walked inside, briefly talking before he disappeared into the kitchen. Despite what he said, he wasn't taking the move from home to London easy. I'd only lived with him a couple of years and now I was leaving, I still hadn't told him about my little romance yet, fearing what he might say or do if I did.

I walked back to my room, looking at my phone briefly to reply to my messages and then continued packing.

My evening passed quickly, my dad and I had dinner together, trying to enjoy one another's company for the last time as I would be leaving the next day.

"It's been a great day to start off the New Year, right daddy?"

"Of course Melody, I'm sorry I had to work this morning but I know you'll be home soon enough."

"Of course, for important holidays and over the summer after the semester ends. Who knows, I may even bring a friend home with me."

"Well, we'll see sweetie. Now it's getting late and your plane leaves early in the morning. Get some rest; I'll do the dishes tonight." He said, getting up from the table and kissing my forehead.

I walked over to my bedroom and closed the door, careful not to be too vocal while I cried. I could see my dad was fighting hard, and I wasn't making it very easy on him.

I changed into my pajamas quickly, still fighting back tears when I heard my dad's door close.

I sat on the edge of my bed and cried, not knowing what to do or what to say. I lay down, covering my face with a pillow and fell asleep, hoping that my dreams would soon be filled with happiness.

Well wow, this is depressing. I know it's super short but I couldn't figure out what to write with this chapter without revealing the next chapter! So, I'm going to work on the next chapter and (hopefully) have it out tomorrow! Hope you guys have had a wonderful holiday (if you celebrate) and look forward to the next chapter! Oh, and please review! :D