Out Loud ||Dan Howell x Reader||

Chapter 8

"What do you mean, 'It's Isaac'?" Phil questioned me, taking my phone from my hands after a moment and examining the text that was still on the screen. "How do you know it's him?" He asked.

"Isaac was the only person that ever called me Star," I mumbled. "I swore I blocked his number after I changed mine," I said, taking my phone back and examined the number above. It was nowhere near similar to the one I knew was his. "He changed his number, too," I quivered, my voice shaking slightly from fear.

"Block it. Now," Phil hissed. I nodded hesitantly and quickly blocked the number, but not even ten seconds later, another text came in from another unknown number.

"Fuck, I breathe, showing Phil the text. He thought for a moment before handing the phone back to me.

"Ignore him. If he continues to text you, tell me immediately," he said. I gave him a nod as I slid my phone into its place in my back pocket. I went to grab the two bowls in front of me, but Phil quickly grabbed them before I could. "I've got it," he smiled at me and left the kitchen, making his way back to the lounge. I let out a sigh and followed soon after, taking my seat by Mum once more. I need to distract myself from the fear of Isaac, and watching the movie is a great way to do so.

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The movie was over and I was once again laying in my bed. I hadn't even looked at my phone since the last text had been sent to me. I sat on my laptop while scrolling through Tumblr and snacking on the leftover crisps that remained from the movie. A knock came from the door for the second time that day.

"Yeah?" I called out. Phil came in and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I see you and Dan have been talking a lot more recently," He said, giving me a small smirk towards my direction. I nodded slightly, a faint pink flush covering my cheeks. I still couldn't really explain what I was feeling when the topic came up, but I knew there was something there. "You're blushing," Phil teased. I looked up from my screen and laughed nervously. It took Phil a second before a full smile spread on his face. "You like him still, don't you?" He asked.

"I don't know! There's something there, but I don't know if they're feelings or just random emotions that I can't control," I rambled, barely being able to collect my thoughts.

"(y/n), if there are feelings there, you need to say what you feel out loud, not in your head. You've got to tell him what you're feeling," Phil advised. I shook my head in response.

"No. No way. I will never speak of whatever the hell I'm feeling. Never in a million years," I replied. He shook his head at me before silence engulfed the room around us. After a while, the smile disappeared from Phil's face and a look of slight concern replaced it.

"Has he sent you anything else?" Phil asked. I looked up at him before lowering the screen of my laptop slightly and placed it to the side.

"I haven't really checked since the movie began," I replied, grabbing my phone and clicking the home screen open. It was filled with messages, al from the same number. "Jesus," I mumbled, scrolling down slightly to see how many there really were. I quickly lost count after a few messages. I unlocked my phone and more message poured onto my screen.

I scrolled through the rest that was there until I reached the bottom, noticing the chat bubble appear. "He's about the send something," I mumbled. Phil shifted closer to me and looked over my shoulder, watching my phone screen closely.

I dropped my phone on the floor and quickly turned my head to the window behind me. The curtains were drawn back, exposing my room to the street outside. Phil quickly got up and closed the curtains, covering my windows. I began to shake as I stared at the window in complete horror.

Isaac was stalking me.