Daniel Howell Imagines

Breakups 💔

Word Count:  418 Words

Quick imagine, I promise I'm working on bigger ones!

Your POV

Your arms were wrapped around the heartbroken Dan, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I thought she loved me, why did I get cheated on?!" He wailed softly, drenching your tights with his tears. "Because she's a whore, she never deserved you. You're a great guy and you will do perfectly fine without her!"

He sniffled before more sobs fell out of his mouth. You kissed his head, keeping a secure hug around him. "What did I do to deserve this?" He murmured. "Nothing! You did nothing to deserve this! She's just an uptight whore who deserves a big foot up the ass for hurting my best friend!"

You heard him chuckle softly, even though he was still crying. "Do you want ice cream?" You asked softly, brushing your fingers through his soft curly hair. "Yes please..." He said softly, adjusting his position to let you get up.

You walked over to the freezer and grabbed a whole tub of ice cream and two spoons. His phone began to ring as you walked over to him, the tub freezing your hands. "It's her." He stated simply, his puffy red eyes looking at you.

You snatched the phone off him and answered. "Dan I'm so sorry it didn't mean anything!" Her annoying voice choked through the phone, making you tense up and rage boil through your veins. "I swear I was thinking of you the whole time!"

"Listen here you slut, you EVER contact Dan in ANY way or act like you and him are chummy I will hunt you down and wedge my foot up so damn high in your ass that you won't be able to walk again.You're a huge fucking dickweed  for even thinking of cheating on this perfect man! So you better watch it you bitch!"

You yelled before firmly pressing the 'end call' button and throwing his phone onto the couch. "Thanks (y/n), a bit harsh but thank you." He smiled at you slightly. "Sorry, I'm very protective of you around girls because I know we're very bitchy." You answered with a sheepish smile before sitting down, handing him the biggest spoon and letting him dig in.

You grabbed the remote as he leant back down on your lap, absentmindedly your fingers began to brush through his curly locks. His tears had dried a little, but you knew he would take a while to recover.

"Anime or Doctor Who?"