Emotionless: a Dan Howell x Reader

Just maybe

Your pov
I can't feel anything not happiness anxiety nothing I have no emotions this is the way it's always been it will always be this way.

Alright it's finally time mum and dad didn't like it but you moved from the country of Russia, being great at English you can speak it perfectly but you still have a slight accent.
Luckily you apartment building is just a short walk away from the ballet studio you opened up in beautiful London. That's right your now a successful young ballet teacher ready to teach the best of the best. After all you were in the Olympics for your ballet.

You feel nothing , no pride or fear.

You drop your keys to the studio when a nice young man picks them up for you, you stand up and meet eyes.

What beautiful brown eyes
"Wow" you breathe ever so slightly.
"Hi I think these are yours" he speaks with such an ARTICULATE voice.
"Hm oh nothing I was just trying to get into my studio." You say regaining nothing except this time you feel a little twinge.
You have never felt anything before, nothing but emptiness. Who is this and why is he doing THIS to me.
"Excuse me you zoned out miss." He said swooping some lovely brown hair out of his face.
"Oh I was just thinking. By the way I'm Y/n." You say
"Oh well nice to meet you, I'm Dan." He glanced at the papers in your hands. " I see you live in the apartment across from me, I can help you move in if you'd like." He says carelessly as he leans on the glass door of your studio door
"Alright and by the way I like your articulate voice." You says turning straight around to the moving van. Your a very blunt person since you have no emotions. You glance back around to see if he was following you and he looked ecstatic that someone finally realized he wasn't posh but articulate.

Dan's pov
Like almost never I went outside today for a walk when I realized that the building that has been empty for so long had a sign on it, Best of Dance.

Interesting.
That's when I saw her.... Y/n the famous Olympian champion. She was waking to the studio and dropped her keys I rushed as quickly and quietly I could and picked them up for her. Our hands brushed ever so slightly and I gazed into her beautiful dark almost black e/c eyes. Yet they seemed empty, like the bottom of the sea, like she couldn't feel and then out of no where they flashed. Just the slightest sign of life other then her sweet minty breath.
Get it together Dan your making yourself sound like a stalker.

Even though you watched her on the Olympics since she first showed.

Later I offered to help her move and we did I stayed in her apartment a bit and
gave her my number. That was the last I heard of her for an entire week...

Hey people who won't read this... I hope you liked it vote and comment on it telling me what you liked or didn't like I'll probably post every Saturday hopefully

Signing out
-Meer