Hello? (Dan Howell x Reader)

The drive.

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All you sinners stand up sing hallelujah, hallelujah! Your alarm rang. You jumped out of bed, literally jumped. Your alarm was Hallelujah by Panic! At the Disco. That way you could always be on time. "(Y/N) you have 30 minutes!" Said your mom. You decided to yell back "Okay!" You walked to the bathroom. You saw that your hair had major bedhead problems. You passed a brush through it but the brush got tangled in your head. "What the hell?!" You scream. This never happened, especially not to your (H/L) hair. Eventually you looked somewhat decent and brushed your teeth. You hurriedly put on your lucky (F/C) shirt and some black skinny jeans. You rushed downstairs while hauling two suitcases, you tripped down the stairs. "Wow, you even fail at climbing down the stairs (Y/N)" You looked up to see your older sister. You hated her. She got perfect grades, made it into Harvard, has a PHD, and was a successful lawyer. Her name was Sempurna. It may be weird but it literally means perfect in  Indonesian. You were stuck with the name (Y/N). "Shut it little miss perfect" she glared you down with her vibrant violet eyes. She flipped her red hair and walked away. You wish you looked like her, but no. You were the little child that was stuck in the shadows of your older sister.

After breakfast you got into your mom's car. You had said farewell to Sempurna, Your little brother Oliver, and to the picture of your late dad. "(Y/N) we need to talk" said your mom once she entered the vehicle. "Moving to London is a huge step, they have accents and the drivers actually drive in the passenger seats. It is crazy, I don't want my little girl to get hurt." You looked down, you wanted to tell her fine and casually ride in peace. But no, you decided to open your mouth. "I am twenty three years old mum, stop worrying so much!" She turned on the car and drove fast. She sure wants to get rid of me you think to yourself. "You see! It is mom not mum!" You were getting close to the airport, just five more minutes and you were free.  "Why can't you be more like your sister, at least she's going somewhere in life!" You froze. Your (E/C) stared at the planes soaring above you. She just compared you to your sister.

You stayed quiet when you got out your luggage. You didn't hug your mom or anything, you pushed her away. "(Y/N) I'm sorry dear!" You stopped when your mom grabbed your wrist. You looked at her, you wanted to scream at her but you kept your cool. Your (E/C) eyes must have shown anger because your mom then said "Are you angry?" You shook your head "No mum, I'm just very disappointed." You put your head up and walked into the airport, and you didn't look back.

(I know it's bad but this is my first time writing these types of books and yeah. I hope you enjoyed!)