Dan Howell Smut

Messed up

Dan's POV:

Running my long fingers through my hair, I let my head fall onto the table. 

"You ok there buddy?" The bar tender asked me, concern swimming within his question. Peering up so that I could see the man behind the bar, I saw him watch me with eyes filled to the brim with pity, whilst he cleaned the same shiny glass over and over again. 

"Not really..." I managed to say before propping my head in my hands and watching the bar tender. 

"Whats up? You can talk to me." He gave me a reassuring smile as if to say, 'hey, I do this every night with almost drunk men.'

And so I told him. 

*Flashback*

"I can't believe you would do this too me!" Y/n shouted to Dan. She couldn't stop moving around; her hands were twitching with the anticipation of either hurting her boyfriend or kissing him. She chose the pain. 

Picking up a vase from the coffee table, y/n threw it at Dan, tears threatening to pour down her flushed cheeks. The vase went crashing to tiny shards of glass on the white wall behind Dan, the edges of the glass chipping away the plaster. 

"Tell me again WHY you had to go and cheat on me? WHY Daniel?! Why?!" Y/n was now picking up anything she could find to throw at Dan who just merely stood there. 

Dan was shellshocked. He didn't even wonder what would happen if y/n found out about him and s/n (sisters name). He knew it was wrong but he couldn't help himself. Y/n wasn't giving him much attention recently and so, Dan took matters into his own hands and went to get the pleasure he really desired...little did he know at the time, that the person he cheated on was y/n's sister. 

"TELL ME!" Y/n yelled, her savaging voice filling every atom within the room. The atmosphere was tense, uncomfortable and most scary of all, genuine. This was all real. 

"H-how did you f-find o-out?" Dan stuttered, face still as white as a sheet. 

"Of all people Daniel, I would have expected you to know about something called a password and when you leave your girlfriend all alone in the house at half past one in the morning with YOUR phone, she's gonna get quite fucking suspicious, isn't she?!" 

Dan hung his head; he knew that there was no way out of this. "Y/n, I'm sorry-"

"Well you know what Dan?" Y/n said, cutting Dan off, her hands had stopped grabbing anything within a two feet radius to throw at him and were now trembling. All she wanted was answers. "Sometimes, sorry doesn't cut it." 

Tears began to pour down Dans' face, mirroring the ones that fell from y/n e/c eyes. 

Y/n had hardly ever seen Dan cry. He would only cry if one of his favourite character dies in an anime he was watching or a tv series, or whenever he saw y/n dressed beautifully, but apart from that, he would NEVER cry. The tears threw y/n off. Why? Because, unlike hers, his were actually genuine and sorry. He wasn't crying because of fear, because of anger unlike y/n was, no, Dan was crying because he knew that his worst fear had come true. 

He wasn't just loosing y/n. 

He had already lost her. 

"And with my sister, dan..." y/n's voice was now different, quieter, almost like a whisper, "why dan, of all people, my sister?!" 

Dan met eye contact with y/n. To her it felt like a lifetime, but for him, it only felt like a mere second. 

And then, he walked out. 

Y/n was screaming behind him to come back and answer her. That he was a fuckboy and a massive bitch. That she hoped he was happy with s/n. That he should never contact her again. 

But when the door slams shut, all the noice is muted. 

Its happened. 

Its all over. 

And that is how Dan ended up where he was now. 

*End of flashback*

Dan stared up at the bar tender who looked back at Dan, disappointment swimming through his face. 

"Oh man." He said, running his fingers through his hair like dan had done only a few minutes ago. "Where is she now?" 

"I don't know...maybe at our apartment still?" 

"Call her."

"But she said never to contact her again."

"Girls just stay that shit; they don't mean it."

Dan gulped. Should he? Looking at his phone, he clicked onto his iMessage. He selected s/n and re-read the messages, knowing that y/n had read all of these. Oh god damn. 

*Texts*

D: Hey baby girl ;)

S/n: Hey Dannyboy <3

D: You hitting the club tonight, babydoll? xxx

S/n: You bet I am babe xx

S/n: Will I be seeing you there? xx

D: (five minuted later) Definitely, gorgeous xx

S/n: I'll be waiting ;) 

later that night

D: God babygirl, you were so tight it was killing me ;)

S/n: I didn't know you had such a big dick x My sister chooses well ;)

D:...shit

S/n: What, hun? xxx

S/n: Hello? xx

S/n: Danny, you there? <3

(Dan Howell went offline)

*End of texts for 11/10/17*

Oh crap, that was bad and it wasn't even the worst of them...

"Well...what are you waiting for?" The bar tender asked, smirk on his lips. 

"N-nothing." Dan took a deep breath and steadied himself. 

He clicked onto his 'phone' and found y/n's contact. 

Ready to click 'call', somebody else started calling him. 

It was s/n. 

Damn, what do I do? He thought. 

Closing his eyes, he clicked a random button. 

A few seconds of silence went by...until...

"Dan? Oh god thankyou, you picked up!" 

The bar tenders face mirrored Dans; shocked and scared. 

"S-s/n?"

"Yeah...um...Dan theres no easy way to say this, but..."

Two words have never shuck Dan more than these two have. 

"I'm pregnant."

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IM SHUCKATH!

Lmao, haha xD (damn, I feel like 12 yr old dan haha) 

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