DanIsNotOnFire Has My Heart On Fire

Skye is your average girl, bubbly, fun and has that one big crush. Not Harry Styles, not Josh hutcherson, but a boy who used to live around the corner from her, but barely knows her. Dan Howell, aka Danisnotonfire.

I'm going to have to put this story up to a higher rating for such adult themes- I hope you don't mind! Also I just want to say that self harm is NEVER an answer. Although here I describe it as a great release for Skye it won't make your problems go away. In fact it will only make your problems worse. So please guys- find healthier ways to deal with emotions. Thanks for reading!


13. Phillip Michael Lester

"What's a pretty lady like you doing in a dark alleyway all alone? Who knows who you could meet in one of those!" said the voice. The man suddenly grabbed at the top of my dress and ripped it from the top.

"No, please! Please stop, I beg you!" I cried in desperation. I flung my arms out around me trying to escape from his grimy grasp. "LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"Skye!" another voice shouted and that is when I woke up abruptly. "Skye" said the voice again but more calmly. "It's just a nightmare"

I looked to my left and my hyperventilating instantly calmed down. I wasn't in that cold and dark alleyway anymore; I was in the arms of my saviour. I was in the arms of Dan Howell.

I wiped the beads of sweat off of my forehead and Dan wiped away the tears which had rolled from my eyes.

"I was in that alleyway again Dan. I was so scared" I admitted. Dan wrapped his arms around me tighter.

"You're not there Skye; you're in my apartment and in my bed within my arms. You're safe. Now go back to sleep" he assured me.

I smiled gratefully and closed my eyes again. I hoped for a better sleep.

I woke up to the sun high up in the sky. It peeked through the curtains at me and I moaned in frustration. I didn't feel like getting up. I turned to my side to check the alarm clock. It read 12.00pm. My eyes opened wide. I've been asleep for so long!

After realising Dan was not beside me I struggled to get out of bed. It took a bit of time as I hadn't walked since that terrible event and my stomach and face were throbbing. In the end I managed to stand up and shakily walk over to Dan's mirror.

I stood in front of the mirror and stared at myself for the first time since the incident. I looked terrible. My make up from the previous night was smudged all over my face and my inflamed cheek was slightly swollen too. I couldn't get over how ugly I looked- I bet Dan and Phil tried hard not to collapse in laughter at me last night.

Next, I slowly lifted up my top to see what state my stomach was in. I flinched at the sight. The whole area of my stomach was a purpley blue colour and it hurt to poke.

I hobbled over to the bathroom and cleaned my face thoroughly with water. I noticed Dan had some face wash too so I made use of that the best I could without irritating my cheek too much.

After finishing making myself look presentable I gently exited Dan's room to go to the living room where I hoped Dan was. And right enough he was. He seemed to be deep in conversation with Phil who was on the other side of the room but they instantly shut up as I walked in doing nothing but stare at me.

"Before you say, yes I do know I look like I've been dragged through a bush" I joked feebly and made my way to the sofa beside Dan. I went to sit down pathetically as it pained my stomach and Phil instantly shot over to help me down and position myself. "Thanks" I said gratefully.

"How are you feeling?" Dan carefully questioned me with a look of concern on his face. "Better than last night" I admitted "but my stomach hurts terribly". I proceeded to lift up my top so it showed my stomach and both Dan and Phil stared in horror at the enormous bruises. Phil covered his mouth with his hand in shock and Dan just couldn't take his eyes away.

Quickly I shot my top back down and blushed. "Don't worry, it doesn't feel as bad as it looks" I lied.

Phil sat beside me and searched my eyes for emotion. "Skye, me and Dan were talking...we think we should take you to the police station today to make a statement"

"No" I said quickly "No police".

"But why not?" Dan shrieked "that waste of a human deserves to rot in prison for the rest of his life!" Phil nodded in agreement. "Plus if you don't he could do it to another poor and defenceless girl"

"No" I repeated. "I don't want the hassle, I don't want the court and I definitely don't want to see that man again. It happened to ME not you. You're not the one who has to cope with the nightmare for the rest of your life and feel so disgusting inside. I just want to get over it all as soon as possible and move on with my life"

Dan stood up suddenly in anger. "Skye! Do you realise how stupid you sound? You can punish this man and make sure he learns his lesson!"

Before I had time to debate it Phil interrupted. "Look Dan, if she doesn't want to inform the police of the crime then she doesn't have to. We have to respect her wishes. Like she said, it happened to her not us". I turned and smiled at Phil in appreciation and gratitude.

"Fuck sake!" Dan said and kicked the sofa. I shrinked back in scare but Dan just shook his head at me and stormed off in to his room and slammed the door with all his strength.

I felt a tear roll down my eye and Phil put his arm around my shoulder in sympathy. "Don't take any notice Skye, he just really cares about you and wants the man to suffer for what he did. He will calm down soon he just needs to process the facts".

I sniffed and rubbed at my eyes. I didn't mean to upset Dan but it was my choice, not his. He just needed to accept that. All I wanted to do now was run to his room and embrace him in a long bear hug and tell him everything would be alright. But for now I assumed it was best to leave him to calm down rather than aggravate him even more.

"C'mon" Phil said standing up and holding out his hands. I took his hands so he could help me up and he supported my weight to the kitchen counter. "Guess who is going to return the favour and cook you a full English breakfast?" he grinned.

I grinned in return. Phil Lester was definitely the most sensible out of the pair.

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