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

[Dan's P.O.V]

A low, raspy noise from my room. That was all I'd heard. I'd not been able to sleep that night. I was too busy smiling like a schoolgirl. Playing scenarios in my head, replaying the day since I'd been with Y/n. They were the best days. I'd gotten up for a glass of water when I'd heard it. I didn't know what it was, but I went towards it. My breath was hitched in my throat, my eyes scanning the room until I saw her.

She was screaming, tears were streaming down her face. Her body was tensed to the point where you could see every muscle in her body.

I don't remember much after that. Bits and pieces. Running for her, shouting for Phil, F/n, someone, anyone.

They'd ran in. Someone had rang for an ambulance, I don't remember now who. I remembered screaming. Crying. Phil trying to comfort me. I wouldn't listen. Because laying there in my arms was the love of my life, and she was hurt.

And I couldn't protect her.

[Phil's P.O.V]

It'd been about a week since that night. I adjusted my tie all the way up to my neck, then loosened it slightly. Life had been hectic.

I was mostly worried about Dan.

The doctors said they couldn't work it out, exactly what had caused it. Stress, anxiety, bad blood. Whichever way, Y/n was gone. Dead. Of a heart attack.

Dan hadn't eaten in three days I don't think. The last thing he'd eaten was bread I'd basically had to force down his throat. He kept blaming himself. Murmuring things about how he couldn't protect her.

F/n wasn't taking it so well either. She'd just burst into tears. She nearly had a meltdown in the shops the other day.

I wanted to just sit, and cry, but they were depending on me. I'm supposed to make them happier. I don't think I can for much longer.

I faced myself in the mirror. I smiled. It looked like I was faking it to me. But they'd never tell the difference. That my eyes wouldn't light up when I smiled anymore.

But I didn't have time for that. I had a funeral to attend.