Dan Howell x Reader | Chris' Sister

Birthday Disaster

In this story you hate your birthday. I don't and I feel bad for people who do. 

SMALL WARNING: If you are triggered by panic attacks, please proceed with caution.

(y/n) POV

It has been a month since I had met and befriended the rest of the fantastic foursome. I am so unbelievably close with them, especially Dan. Of course my brother and I have a special bond, but Dan is like my best friend who I can tell anything. Well except why I hate my birthday. It was unfortunately today and I hate it. I used to love my birthday until I turned 16 and my entire family forgot about me. The next year in an attempt to make up for last year they took me blindfolded on the tube for some surprise picnic. A man stole their bag and whilst running after him they left me alone...blindfolded...on the tube. 

You can kind of infer what would happen to an innocent, blindfolded 17 year old on the train.

yeah

I would actually prefer living my 16th birthday forever than go through that again. You can obviously understand why I swore off birthdays... for the rest of my life. 

I had been ignoring everyone for the past couple of days so I could have a few days of sulking before I cry all day on my birthday. Somehow Chris had convinced me to come over for a birthday coffee and I knew in the pit of my stomach that this wasn't going to go well. I went any way. Stupid.

Luckily I could keep the act up considering no one but Chris knows about my "birthdays". The last thing I need right now is pity looks.

Oh and did I mention I hate surprises?

Fuck me. (EW no not like that. get your mind out of the gutter.)

I knocked nervously on the door of Dan and Phil's flat which the "coffee" would be held. I fidgeted with my black scarf. I tried to look nice because if I got into sweats I wasn't coming out. My long sleeve maroon shirt dress was a little short for my liking but it went great with my favorite black heeled boots.

The door open to a smiling Chris.

"Surprise!" It was only the fantastic foursome but it felt like way too many people were closing in on me.

Bright colored decorations, balloons, streamers, confetti began to blur in my vision as my head pounded. My heart was racing my breath quickening. Someone had shut the door. My only escape. I was drowning in "Happy Birthday"s. I can't breathe. 

"(y/n)? ohmygod are you ok?" a voice muffled by the voices in my head screaming.

Dan. 

My vision blacking at the edges. 

Seeing spots. 

I'm suffocating.

I'm gone.