Daniel Howell Imagines

Scared To Love ❤️

Word count: 1584 Words
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⚠️ WARNING!⚠️
TRIGGER WARNING:
• Suicidal aspects
• Depression
• Mention of self harming
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Please skip if you are sensitive to any of this stuff, stay safe lovelies ❤️
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This chapter is based on the song above so feel free to listen to it 🤷‍♀️
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Y O U R        P O V

"Fuck off Dan!" You yelled at him, your moodiness getting the better of you. He looked at you, taken aback. "J-Just," you stuttered looking down for a second. "Just leave. Go." You muttered, avoiding his eye contact.

"(Y/n)-"

"Just go!"

You turned away from him, tears threatening to fall. You turned around and you heard the door slam as Dan left. You looked at yourself in the mirror, ashamed.

Moodiness swept through your body and you stomped away from the mirror to the living room ignoring the tugging feeling in your gut.

Dans POV

I walked out, pulling out my phone sadness and anger sweeping through my body like waves. I walked home, tears falling from my eyes. Why was she doing this? Is she really going to leave me?

Thoughts washed around my brain making more tears fall out. I loved her. What if she never loved me back? I rang Phil, sitting at a park bench. "What's up Dan?" His voice sounded concerned. "I-(y/n)- Can you come pick me up?" "Why? What happened?"

"Me and (y/n) had an argument and she told me to leave-" my voice cracked and cut myself off as a quiet sob left my body. "Don't beat yourself up about it, I'm sure she's still loves you and is just having a tough time."

I stayed silent, not replying as grief kept swelling up in my body. "Just pick me up, please." "Okay, I'm coming. You're at the park right?". I nodded before realising he couldn't see me, "yes."

Your POV

"Why am I playing this stupid games? Love isn't a competition you fucking dumb bitch." You scolded yourself, pacing around your apartment. It had been half an hour since Dan left and you were starting to concerned.

You looked in the mirror, ashamed of yourself. "I've ruined everything," you sobbed, tears falling from your eyes. "He's gone..." you choked out at yourself.

You rushed to the bathroom and locked the door before gripping the basin. I promised Dan I wouldn't  do it again! He's gone so it doesn't matter anyway. You opened the bottom draw, looking at Dan's electric razor glimmering in the light.

You looked at it, tears falling like a storm. You picked it up, hushing your sobs. You still felt guilt for doing it, but you pushed away the feeling. You turned it on and looked at your self in the mirror. You looked like a mess.

You slid down the wall another wave of tears falling. You pulled your arm up, placing the blade over it and with one swish movement slid over your skin. Blood almost immediately created little puddle like spots on your wrist.

You did a couple more before completely breaking down into hysteric sobbing. You heard a knock on the door but ignored it as you were overcome by grief. Your whole body started to shake as another knock sounded on your door.