Dan Howell imagines

(3)*

Warning- smut & fluff
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Go read part one and two first :) it will really help!!
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It's been 10 years. I can hardly live sometimes. After high school I heard she moved to London like she always wanted to.

I've lost her forever. She crosses my mind in the most depressing times. what if she killed herself? What if people at collage was more harsh and she was so fragile.
Thats one thing I love about her, she acted like nothing bothered her but she's so fragile on the inside.
I liked being able to protect her. I was like her hero. That's what she always called me.

Not anymore I guess.

A few years ago I moved to London with a my roommate, Phil.
I've never really brought up y/n. It was such a rough topic to talk about. I couldn't bring myself to do it.

"Hey Phil" I said walking into our flat holding a brown paper bag and closeting the door with my foot.

"Hey Dan! Guess What!" He said running down the stairs meeting me at the door.

"What?" I laughed a bit walking up the stairs with him behind me.

"I looked on Twitter and I seen a post you where tagged in-" he said following me up the stairs and I turned and into the kitchen to lay the bags down.
"And you've been staking me on twitter?"
"-What? No! Anyway- your class reunion! Ten years! You should totally go and meet that girl" he said wiggling his eyebrows.

"Phil, no. Okay. We where friends and I screwed it up. That's all" I said laying the keys down and walking into the living room with Phil behind me; hounding me.

"C'mon dan! It will be fun! My 10th year reuition was fun!" Phil said as I plopped down on the couch picking up my laptop and scrolling through tumblr.

"I'll think about it Phil"
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After a week of Phil begging me to go to my class reunion I finally agreed and am now, for some reason getting ready for it. London isn't that far from my home town, just a couple of hours away (driving time).
I had gotten a hotel room and will return home tomorrow.
Im sure that y/n wasn't going to be there so I didn't get my hopes up.

I arrived at my hotel at 6pm and the reunion is at 7:30 at our old school gym. I have no clue why we didn't book a club or something.

After I drove a round a bit, looking at the old memories I made, good time with me and y/n.

When I arrived, it was already crowded. They played old songs that where famous in the early 2000's and it felt like prom.

I smiled interning seeing pj and Chris.
Hey where dressed up a bit.
"Hey! Danny boy" pj said grabbing me by the neck and pulling me close to his chest rubbing his nucles on my skull.
A girl who was in a skin tight dress was standing beside him holding a glass of champagne.

"Malli, dan, dan, malli" He said introducing us.
"Oh my god! Malli?!" I said. She was the girl they used to pick on now she's tall and skinny not tall and fat, she didn't even have make up on. I guess I should be careful who I call ugly in high school.

"Hi dan" she smiled.

And Chris had a girl beside him. She was African American but absolutely stunning!
(Equality to all!)

"Hey dan!" Chris butted in.
"Where is your girlfriend?" Chris asked.
"I don't have one, I haven't really found my special someone" I lie.
They both laugh.
"Please don't tell me you're still virgin!" Pj asks tears forming in his eyes from laughing so hard.
"Wha- well of course!" I lied again.
Truth is, I haven't had a craving for another since I lost y/n. I haven't even had a eye for anyone else.
At a bar, girls would hit on me and ask if we wanted to get of of the bar but I would simply say that I had work tomorrow but some other time. Truth is, I would probably go home and cry myself to sleep along with drinking away my problems.