--DAN--
I have been searching for (y/n) for a whole week and I haven't found anything leading to her. Am I doing this wrong? Is sleep deprivation just making me dumb enough that I can't figure this out? Staring at my screen some more, I typed some more random things in, only to get nothing. I was interrupted by my door squeaking open and Phil entering.
"Are you okay?" He asked, moving towards me. I gave a small nod, though the weight on my eyes spoke a completely different story. "Are you any closer to finding her?" He continued.
"I might be," I mumbled in response. There was a silence between us as I continued to stare at the screen and type. Phil sat down on the edge of my bed and let out a small sigh.
"I think you need some rest," he said. I paused for a moment, the quiet sound of typing ceasing, though I didn't look up.
"No. Fuck no. I need to find her. I can't rest, I--" I stopped suddenly. My eyes widened at what I had finally figured out.
"What?" Phil asked, his mood shifting completely.
"I figured it out," I mumbled. Typing in (y/n)'s phone number into the search bar, I watched as the screen loaded for a moment. An address popped up, a map location following with it. Phil shifted closer and looked at the screen. Copying down the address into my phone, I examined the area. She was in an apartment complex near the heart of London.
"Oh my god," Phil mumbled, shock covering his face. He looked closer at the screen, examining it as well.
"I found her."
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Out Loud ||Dan Howell x Reader||
FanfictionAfter a horrendous reveal of her previous relationship, (y/n) goes to live with her brother, Phil Lester, and his flatmate, Dan Howell. She hopes to begin rebuilding trust with the people around her, but will her ex become a problem once more? Inspi...
