Dan Howell x DepressedFem!Reader

A new beginning

Your POV

"Are you gonna tell me your name?" a British accented voice asked me.

A couple minutes of silence passed.

"Y/n" I answered blankly.

I glance at him and as I said my name, he smiled.

I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror.

Grey.

Completely and utterly grey.

Why are they still grey?

Time heals the heart, I guess.

....

His eyes turned.

Royal purple.

Hope.

Even after getting his royal blue eyes.

On the edge of a roof.

He can still feel hope?

Why would he make that deal with me?

Of all people.

Of all times.

Why did I say yes?

And with that thought in mind, I get a migraine.

How do i know I changed?

I don't wince at the pain anymore.

I never do.

Not anymore.

Dan looks at me from the corner of his eye.

"Do you mind if I turn the radio on?" I hear his accent echo through my head.

"I don't mind" I respond with the emptiness still in my voice.

"Thanks" he says as he turns the radio on.

(F/B: Favorite Band)

F/B starts to play.

"Oh, I love this band" Dan smiles.

"So did I" I reveal.

He turns to me and smiles.

"Your eyes, they're still grey...why is that?" he asks with a kind smile.

"I never really solved my problems on that roof, I just decided to live" I stare blankly at the road being consumed infront of me.

"Just....decided?" He says as he takes a turn into a parking lot.

"Yeah" I say blankly.

He pulls up to a flat complex.

"Where are we?" I ask.

"My home" he says.

I sigh.

"Since you don't have a room, you could always just sleep in my room" he adds.

I stay quiet and glare daggers at him.

His eyes turn a shade of hot pink.

Embarrassment.

"oH MY GOD, I DID NOT MEAN THAT IN A SEXUAL FEELING SORT-OF-WAY" he panics.

I smirk just a bit.

My eyes, still grey.

"Hey...you're smiling" Dan smiled.

"Is that an issue?" I ask,"if so, sue me" I sarcastically remark.

"Okay, smartass" he laughs.

His laugh is pretty cute sounding.

We step out of the car.

"My roomate is being a bit moody right now, so ignore him" Dan explains.

"Noted" I nod.

As we step in, a black haired man quickly turns to the doorway, where we just entered from.

"What the fuck are you doing here, dumbass?" he growls in anger.

"Just breaking in to steal your pale-ass concealer and black eyeliner" I snap back.

I don't even know this prick and I'm already being an asshole to him.

"And you" he turns to me.

"Got a fucking nerve going into MY home and talking shit" his eyes turn a rich shade of emerald green.

Envy.

The color of jealousy at it's finest, why would he be envious? Only time will tell.

I don't even do much as to look at him, I grab Dan's hand and we walk around him.

"Where the fuck do you think-" he's cut off by Dan.

"Phil, as you can see, we have a guest, and my name is on the household rent" Dan starts, "and under my name, meaning it's not your home" he continues, stepping closer to Phil.

"Meaning, it's MINE" Dan's eyes turning a bright-ruby-red.

Anger.

Apples too, but no one really associates apples with anger.

The core of it deeply buried inside of a pale interior.

Waiting to be found, uncovered.

So I guess apples are like anger?

Except tastier.