Searching for him.... (Dan Howell x reader) ??

this chapter is kinda a filler, it'll be elaborated more in the next chapter (which i am writing directly after i finish this one. no more waiting 3 months for chapters unless some family matter comes up. i promise.)

-rya
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[Dan's P.O.V]

  I took a sharp, quick breath as one word ran through my mind.

"Crap."

I wanted to punch someone. Something. Anything, anyone. I couldn't believe what I'd just heard.

"Dan? Are you okay?" I heard Phil's voice call softly, not far behind me. I felt his hand on my should as I leaned over the railing of the small balcony. I didn't reply. How could I? This was my fault. It wouldn't've happened if she hadn't met me. If I'd been with her.

What about that innocent fan? Ria, was that her name? Fuck, I can't remember. I can't remember anything. How'd I get in this situation? Why did Y/n interact with me?

"Dan? She's not dead. She's strong, she will survive, we will find her. You hear me? We. Will. Find. Her," Phil reassured me. I looked back to see him staring at me. He'd always been there for me. Even when I was a jerk. I suddenly pulled him into a hug, and he didn't protest. He held me as I cried, I cried for her. I cried because I was a bitch. I cried because she went through that. I cried because Phil was there. I just cried. And he stood there with me, patting my back and whispering.

"We'll find her."