Dan Howell x Reader | Chris' Sister

High School Musical

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Yes. I know the title doesn't make any damn sense with the context of the story, but it will make sense. I put a lot of effort into it.

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(y/n)'s POV

I gathered up my belongings, Louise watching from the door.

"Where exactly are you going?"

"I don't know. I'm going to visit Hazel and from there, it is unknown to me." I said, shoving old clothes into my bag. I was sown to my last outfit I had Phil bring me and I had overstayed my welcome in Louise's household.

"You know you can stay right?" Louise said, daring to inch closer to me.

"No, I really can't. I'm driving you and your family insane as well as myself. I'm just going to dig myself a deeper hole. It can't get any damn bigger." I said, pushing the last sock in. I zipped it shut and turned to face her.

"But, you still haven't heard from Dan." 

Yup. That fact stung. That's what made me bitter.

"Well. I have everything I need to survive is in Dan's room, so that's an obvious obstacle. I was thinking a hotel maybe?" I said. I knew a manager of a hotel nearby, so I could probably get a really nice room for really cheap. It was a good option.

"You want to collect ALL your stuff and bring it to a hotel."

"Well I gave up mostly everything besides necessities, clothes and a few little things. I just shared everything with Dan because he wanted to." I said and Louise went silent.

"I'll miss you Lou and thank you for letting me stay. I really appreciate it."

"I'll miss you too. And you are very welcome." I nodded and left, stopping by Hazel's to give her the whole story. She was very consoling and helpful for the short time I was there. I then headed over to the apartment to gather my things. I had already called my hotel friend and she had said there was a room waiting to be confirmed at the hotel. I trudged up the stairs reluctantly, a sinking feeling in my stomach. I knocked on the door. I mean, I still had a key, but I didn't really know if I was welcome. Wait. What if Dan answers? That's horrifying.

The door opened and Phil looked at me, before a very confused look occupied his face.

"(y/n)? How--What--When--"

"I know. I'm only here for my stuff and to apologize, if he'll see me."

I had been purposefully avoiding the conversation about Dan's current mood with Phil, solely because I knew it would kill me if he was still angry. Which he probably was.

"Oh, uh. Dan is in the kitchen. Would you like me to get him for you? Wait until you get your belongings?" Phil asked and I smiled.

"Can you, uh get him for, uh me?" I stuttered. He nodded and I followed him in.

"Dan? Uh, (y/n) is here to uh see you." Phil called out.

"I'm sorry did you say--" Dan started as he entered the living room.

"(y/n)?" He breathed and I gave a small wave.

"Hi. I-I just wanted to um, come and, uh say I was still REALLY sorry and that, uh I never meant to keep such a stupid thing from you. I, um just wanted to reiterate that, and gather my stuff up, if you are okay with me coming in your room, that is." I stumbled across my words, falling silent at the end.