Dan'sheartisonfire

by lucygrime5

Amy has just moved out from home to London to study Journalism. But little does she know, her new neighbours will make a very long lasting impact on her and her life. When she falls for the boywho always brushes off comments of girlfriends, she worries her feelings won't be returned. My first Fanfic, please comment and tell me what you think, good or bad!

20. Chapter 19

AMY'S P.O.V.

A month had passed since I had left Dan and I had barely gone out of the house. I stayed in bed, leaving my phone turned off. He had tried to ring the landline a few times but I gave my mum and dad strict instructions not to answer his number.

I was lying in bed on a Saturday morning when mum came in. "Amy, sweetheart. You're going to have to face the world sometime. Can't stay in bed for the rest of your life." She sat on the end of my bed. "I thought that maybe sometime next week we could go on a mini holiday, just you and me. You could get some fresh air and do some thinking about the future whilst we're there?" I nod and move over so I can give her a hug. "Of course there's no rush to make any decisions, I thought that maybe it's time to get on with life, start moving on." I close my eyes, the thought of moving on from Dan scared me, I had been so close to him, we had imagined our future together. She leaves me alone and I switch on my laptop for the first time since I moved back. I turn on to twitter and see that he hasn't posted anything since I left him, I check face book and tumblr, and both are the same. I go on YouTube and I am shocked that he hasn't made a single video since I left. I look at the comments at his last video and see that there are over a million begging Dan to make more. I shake my head in disbelief; the image of Dan at the start of the paused video brings it all flooding back, his tears and the sound of his voice when I walked out. What did I turn him in to? How could I have hurt him so much? I shut the laptop down and start packing for the holiday, confused and worried about the man I cared so much about.

DAN'S P.O.V.

I lay in bed, motionless, staring up at the ceiling. It had been a month since I last posted anything on the internet; Phil had told me that over a million people had joined a facebook page, begging me to come back. He had invited over all of our friends, in a hope to get me inspired and feeling better. Every morning and evening I would kiss the locket, think of her and pray that she is well. I had given up on calling her, thinking that she must have brought a new phone or maybe changed her number. I hadn't left the flat, the thought of walking past her old front door seemed too much. My life was a dark, empty and meaningless place, I needed her back, I loved her more than ever.