Heartbroken ❥ Dan Howell x Reader

Chapter Twenty

(what are you doing danyul)

(we all know the answer is y/n)

(wait what-)

hey! let's ignore that joke i just made.

welcome to the last chapter!

we hit 900 reads what. LIKE MY WIG IS IN ORBIT THANK YOU SO MUCH!

also i'm sorry for breaking my promise about updating, i've had personal issues with mental health which we won't get into, and school is just completely draining me, so please understand ♥️

but guess what? YA GIRL IS FINALLY ON ANTIDEPRESSANTS WHOOP WHOOP

now i can finally find a reason to get out of bed in the morning! :D

anyway, this author's note is really long, so i present the finale of heartbroken.

here you go~

You looked at the door to find a policeman standing there, gun ready.

This isn't happening. This isn't happening.

He seemed to be growing angry. "I SAID PUT YOUR HANDS UP! WE KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON HERE!"

You put your hands up like your life depended on it. Which it probably did... Jordan complied too.

Before you could say anything, Jordan was being pulled out of the room.

~Baby time skippy skip~

Standing on the pavement, the coffee shop now closed off by police tape, there was one thing you wanted more than anything in the world. Answers.

(and dan's d-)

(i'm just gonna stop myself right there)

You approached a tired looking cop. "How did you know to come?" You asked him. "I didn't call 999."

He rolled his eyes. "Well someone did. Just leave me be."

"Um... Thank you?"

That was no help. Who could have called?

"(Y/N) OH MY GOD ARE YOU OKAY?" A very familiar voice yelled. You looked up to see none other than Emma.

"I'm fine, he didn't do anything. Why are you here? H - How did you..?"

"Well, when you bolted out of the flat Dan ran after you, so Phil ran after him, so I ran after... You get the point. Anyway, when we got here Dan had seen the whole thing and called the cops. And now we're here." She looked around. "And I still have no idea what's happening."

You sighed. "I'll explain later. Where's-"

"Miss (L/n), we need to know if you'll testify." A policeman asked.

"What's he being charged with?"

"Uh..." He looked down at a notepad. "He's being charged with a class B felony for hacking, which is punishable by up to twenty years in prison, a fifteen-thousand dollar/pound fine, or both; as for the stalking, that's another ten years. But we need to know if you'll testify, because that makes a big diff-"

"Of course I'm testifying." Why wouldn't I?!

He scribbled something on his notepad before walking away.

You took a deep breath and turned back to Emma. "Okay, where's-"

"(Y/N)!"

Every time.