Never Let Go - Danisnotonfire x Reader

Introducing You...

a/n: one more thing - my author's notes are usually in bold unless i say otherwise.

"Y/n! Wake up!"

You sleepily sit up in bed at the sound of your mum's voice and rub your eyes, letting out a yawn.

"I'm up! I'm up!" you call back, throwing back the duvet sluggishly and practically forcing yourself out of bed.

You quickly shower and get dressed into skinny jeans, a grey t-shirt and a hoodie, then you do some makeup and fix your hair.

(a/n: sorry if you don't wear makeup or these types of clothes! makeup and clothes like these are used all the way through the story though oops)

Today's the big day. No, you're not getting married - you're moving out. To London, more specifically.

You half walk, half trip downstairs and go into the kitchen, to find your mum frying some bacon.

"That smells delicious, mum!" you say, smiling at her (sorry for people who don't eat bacon).

She looks over at you with an annoyed expression on her face. "I was beginning to think that you weren't coming down at all."

"What?" you reply, confused. When she doesn't answer, you pull out your phone and check the time. You thought that you took only five minutes...

You took half an hour.

"Oops... sorry," you apologise, silently cursing at yourself for being so slow. Your eyes wander to the frying pan, and you can't help but look at it longingly.

"You don't suppose you could spare some of that for me...?" you ask. You look at your mum with puppy dog eyes and a cheesy grin.

"Stop looking at me like that, Y/n. You can have some, but remember, straight after this you're packing all your stuff up!"

*le time skip*

After breakfast, you go upstairs and look around your room wistfully.

You'll miss it, a lot of good memories happened here. You just hope that you can make as many good memories in your new flat.

You stare at the posters on the wall and frown when you remember you can't take them with you. You'd tried to pull them off the wall earlier, but your mum had come upstairs, shouted at you and said it would chip the paint.

Ugh. Parents.

"I am so glad I'm out of here!" you think aloud.

"I can hear that!" your mum shouts from the kitchen.

You roll your eyes. You honestly don't really care what she thinks anymore. Sure, you'll hear what she says, but you won't really act on it.

You've been waiting for this day forever - well, ever since you can remember. You always felt like you were being restrained, or held captive, and you were just waiting for that sense of independence when you left home.

You sigh happily to yourself and begin packing all your things into your suitcase.

*le time skip*

"Y/n! For the fifth time, we have to go now!" your mum shouts in exasperation up the stairs.

You start to panic, which results in you throwing random and unnecessary items into your suitcase, such as the trophy you won in primary school. You sigh at yourself and take it out again, setting it to the side.

"I'm nearly ready!" you shout back, frantically throwing more things in. After successfully packing all of your essential stuff into your big f/c suitcase, all that you have to do is kiss your posters and leave.