Mr. Howell // Dan Howell x Reader

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Phil's car pulls up. He waves out the window, "come on. Your mum was calling me."

I nod and rise to my feet and take the flower crown had made with me

Flashback

"Daddy! Come teach me!" I whine, pulling on my dad's arm.

"Hold on, I gotta finish something" he replies, not looking up from his computer.

I whine and storm over to my mom, who was lying on the couch. Her baby bump prominent.

"Momma?" I ask sweetly

She looks up at me, "what is it baby?"

"Daddy won't help me make the crowns"

She nods and says, "I'll help ya."  She stands up and stretches her back, "come on. Let's go into the back yard"

I nod and walk out to the back yard, my mom following not far behind. She picks a couple of flowers. I plop on the damped grass and watch my mother.

"Are you going to help or what?" She giggles.

I nod and pick daises with her.

I sigh long and hard. Phil glances over at me quickly and puts him arm around my seat. I lean my head into his arm as tears roll down my face slowly.

"Hey hey hey, (y/n), what's wrong?" Phil says, wiping my tears

I shake my head, saying nothing. I can't tell him. I don't want him to get hurt, of him to hurt anyone.

"(Y/n)..." Phil says slowly.

"Phil, please" I look at him, desperately wanting him to drop it.

He nods and continues to drive.

The car ride is long, but I get through it. When I arrive to my house. Phil comes to a stop with a sigh.

"Promise me everything is okay" Phil sadly says

I cup his face, "don't worry about me" I kiss him gently. He kisses back.

I pull away and walk into my house. The news is blaring. I hear the quiet sniffles of my mother from the kitchen. I slowly step in there saying, "mom..."

She gasps and looks up, pulling me in for a hug. I flinch, but hug back.

"Is everything alright?" I asks

"I thought you were gone" she cries

"No, I wouldn't do that mom.  You've lost enough" I reassure

She nods and pulls away, "I made pot pie" she says with a sad smile.

I nod, "thanks. I'll go change"

"Don't let it get cold" she smiles

I smile in return and head into my room. I go through my wardrobe and pull out fleece shorts and a tank top that says daddy. I stretch and look into  the mirror. I play with my hair and tug at the fat on my cheeks. I pinch my stomach as a tear rolls down my face.

Why am I like this?

Why can't I be skinny?

I'm so gross.

"(Y/N)!" My mom calls.

"Coming!" I call in return, wiping the tears from my face and giving myself one last look.

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