Wake me up. Dan X reader

August 10th

I know, I'm doing a big time skip. LAME! I don't care, I'm writing it, if you have a problem then... You are a spork. (I want to get further in the story that I've got planned so dil with it.)

Depression is something that you've dealt with since you were eleven years old. In the past nine years you've learnt more and more about yourself. It will be with you forever, no one can change that. But Dan can help you deal with it, he's the anchor that keeps you grounded...

*Dan's POV*

Dan: Hey babe, I wanna ask you something.

Y/N: Ask away.

Dan: Can we get married on the tenth of December?

Y/N: Awwww yes!

Dan: It's so long.

Y/N: We don't need a piece of paper to show how we feel.

Dan: I know but I want to prove it to the world, I want to write it on the moon so that when people look to see something beautiful at night, they see your name...

Y/N: I love you so much. There is no measure that I could use to show my love for you, it's impossible. The only thing I can do is love you eternally and be by your side at all times. So that is what I will do.

You're sat on the bridge, looking out across the Thames. All you see is colour, tears blur your vision. But it makes the world look like a watercolour painting. It's colours fade into an abstract, marbled, piece of art. As the river moves you feel your body sway with it. Like a silk sheet caught in a sharp breeze. A bird takes flight, it's body silhouetted in front of the setting sun.

These past summer months have been insane.

Hot, evenings spent engrossed in each others touch. Clear, nights spent absorbed in the atmospheric star light. Bliss, morning spent locked in the eyes of one another.

To think that in four months you are to marry Dan, you are so calm and content. When you hold each other you wonder what it would be like to stay there, in each others embrace. The only thing keeping you alive, his love. (cheesy af I know, soz)

You slowly stand up and lean against the thick, rusty wire that the bridge is suspended from.

Behind you a faint moon is vaguely visible. The bird circles you and lands on a branch and vanishes.

Walking down the buzzing streets of London at dusk wouldn't normally be a pleasant experience however tonight was different. You had hope. Tomorrow Jim Waterson was going to court, charged with attempted murder, assault and the murder of Julia Waterson (your mother).

You would have to face him one last time, but for some bizarre reason it felt great. Attending his court hearing with Dan Howell at your side, your fiancé of all things, to see him locked away for good would be an extreme act of defiance. A way to rebel against all the pain he caused you. It would give you control, power over your own life. Showing him that he cannot shape your future or ruin you.

He is a monster, he has been shown up for it and he will pay for it.

In the end you took one thing from all this.

You did go to London.

You did meet Dan.

You did get support from YouTubers. (they're real people)

You will marry Dan Howell...

I'm a troll, I took that photo in June.

Dang it feels good to be a gangster.