Daniel Howell Imagines

So What?

A/N: (blah blah blah boring things in my life blah blah blah)

(When this has been in your drafts for a month and for the last week, you've just spent all day staring at the blank screen wondering what to write)

also if you didn't know I actually have a prompts list up on my fanfiction updates book so if you're interested check it out and comment which one you want to see 😅

Genre: 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

Word Count: 1.5k words

Pairing: Dan x female!Reader

Song(s) Used: So What by P!nk (god I love her)

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, violence, overall rebellious behavior, jail?????

Your P.O.V

'Dan Howell and (Your/Full/Name) Are Officially Separated'

'Dan Howell Files For Divorce Against Rock Star Wife (Your/Full/Name)'

'(Your/Full/Name) Close To Having A Britney Spears Style Melt Down Over Separation?'

'Has (Your/Full/Name) Finally Snapped?'

'(Y/N), any comments on all the headlines about you?' A reporter asked as I stumbled out of the pub, with my beer still in my hands. I simply just smiled and giggled as I answered his question.

'Ha! I don't give a shit about the headlines, and I certainly don't give a flying fuck about Dan! He can go fuck himself for all I care!' I laughed as I stumbled off, with reporters continuing to yell questions towards my direction. I just shrug it off and continue walking to the car my security staff arranged for me.

To say I was having a hard time was definitely an understatement; I was grieving my marriage. My marriage that apparently meant nothing to my no good ex husband Dan.

Headlines about our separation and 'upcoming divorce' were everywhere, and it drove me mad to the point where I would have reporters following me around because of my erratic behavior, but maybe I liked it that way, because I knew Dan would see the reports and my drunken nights out, and how much fun I was having without him, I was having the time of my fucking life; and I don't need him, in fact I never needed him in the first place.

I heard my text tone go off, repeatedly, making me wake up in a hungover state.

Daniel: seriously, this behavior needs to stop

Daniel: you're a grown woman for crying out loud

Daniel: stop doing this to yourself

Daniel: get some help for the sake of yourself.

And honestly, seeing those texts in the morning fueled the fire even more that was already burning inside me, that's been burning since the separation.

(Y/N): i don't know who the fuck you think you are

(Y/N): incase you haven't noticed, you have no jurisdiction over me anymore, not like you ever did

(Y/N): stop concerning yourself with my behavior as if you really give a shit

To say I was mad was also an understatement, I was furious. And I was out for blood.

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I make my way out of another club, drunk out of my mind. Spending my nights just drinking away my money somehow made me feel good, it made me feel as if I was finally in control of myself; and the fact that I get to do whatever the fuck I want and I have another person at home to worry about, to let down, to disappoint.