Fanboy\\ Dan Howell×Reader

++ Four ++

Your POV.

Song: Pacify Her by Melanie Martinez
(You will find out later *_*)

You pace back and forth by the door. Waiting for Dan. He was 17 minites late and you were a little pissed but hey, that's Dan.

Dan finnaly knocked on the door to which you immediately answer a little rage face going on. Dan gets what your hinting to and apologies for being late. You kinda were always on time for everything. (I try to be... sometimes. When nobody else isent, then it's the other way around any other time-)

You leave your apartment with Dan leading the way. Dan leads you to your favorite restaurant where you two wait for a table. While waiting, an obsessed fan of Dan pushes in-between you two and shoves you to the side. You fall on your knees scraping your knee in the prosses.

"(Y/n)!" Dan yelps as he tries to help you up as the obsessed fangirl pulls him back and latches onto his arm.

"Dont be with her. Shes a nobody, she doesn't deserve you... I can be so much better" the fangirl states as she hugged onto Dan everywhere grabbing what part of him she could, which was everything. Dan, being molested by a fan, tries to get out of reach of the fan, but fails.

You help yourself up and look down at your knee. It was covered with dirt, it was bleeding, and you could fee the pebbles underneath your torn skin.

"I'm going to go clean up." You groan as you walk to the bathroom as the waitress talks to Dan about the tables.

"Two ple-" Dan could bairly say as the fan cut him off.

"Yes, two. Me and my beloved boyfriend need a booth to ourselves." She sayes batting her eyelashes at Dan. And with that, the waitress leads the way to a booth in the back where nobody else was. Dan couldent tell the waitress that the fan wasent who he was here with because as soon as she showed Dan and the fan the table, the waitress left.

You walk out of the bathroom looking for Dan. You couldent find him anywhere. You wanted to cry but you couldn't, and you wouldn't let this 'fan' of his win the game she was playing.

You said "fuck it!" And speed walked to the nearest park. It was dark and cold but you brought a jacket. Your dress was a little dirty and your knee started bleeding again. Worst case senerio type situations roles through your head as you thought up a bunch of things that made you more angry and sad.

'what if Dan likes her?', 'what if he left me on purpose?', 'what if... what if that was Dan's girlfriend and he had been cheating on her the whole time? And he couldn't break it to me easily?', and last but not least... 'what if dan only sees me as a friend and all those things... he was just leading me on because he felt bad for me?'

Finnaly the tears broke free of there forever chained cage. They streamed down your face as you wiped them away from your cheeks with your sleeve.

Your short dress a little ripped, it was expensive and you haven't wore it before. You were going to save it for a special day but its to late now.

You dident want to, but you grew to dislike the girl who stole Dan from you. You wished she would have never took him from you. Now it was to late. They are probly dating and eating each other's faces off by now.

Your doubt was taking over and you grew way to sad for your liking. You went back to your flat alone, broken and with tear stained cheeks.

Phil was standing outside his door smiling like an idiot till he saw how upset you were.

"What's wrong?" He asked as he brought you into a hug. You pulled away to soon and ran to your door, it was unlocked. You slammed your door before Phil could come over. You locked it. You sat on the couch and cried your eyes out. You haven't done this in years. And it hurt to feel heartbroken.

Trigger warning.

You got up and walked into the bathroom, looking into the mirror to see your face. All torn up inside you started to despise yourself and hate everything about everything. You hated life. You hated the world. You hated the fan who stole Dan away from you. You hated Dan. Why? Because of all the doubt and horrid thoughts.

You run to your bathroom and grab your razor hidden beneath your toothpaste. You make beautiful marks from your rist all the way down your arm. You get light headed and fall to the ground. Dizzy, your arm drips red droplets of blood that eventually build into a big enough puddle to leak out from beneath the bathroom door.

Sitting in the floor, your head spins. You hear the door open and footsteps rush to the bathroom. You hear a scream and you blacked out.

Ok so I had like, 2000 words and lots of sad things that would make this story great but the wifi decided to be a fucking bitch and now here I am with half of the chapter deleted. So im going to make it a part two next chapter. With a better ending. I'm so pissed. But its ok. I will just halfway update everything bc I can't handle this. Maby this weekend I wont be so angry.