You (Dan Howell x Reader)

DAN'S POV

I wake up, walk to the living room, to see Phil laying on the couch with beer and wine bottles all around him. He slept on the floor of the lounge, but why? The memories of last night come rushing back into my mind.

Flashback~~~

Phil walks into my room, looking a little drunk.

"Hey Phil..." I say, as I smell a giant waft of alcohol shooting up my nose.

"Heeeeeeeyyyyy... Wanna play some Mariooooo Kartttttt???" He says, walking closer to me and squishing my cheeks together.

"Uh, I'm actually editing right now, so maybe in a couple hours. You should go get some rest."

"But DaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAaAaaAannnnn.... I wanna play Mario Kart!" He says, stomping around like a small child.

"Later, go get some rest!" I say, pushing him out of my room and into his bed. "I'll come to check in on you in a little bit. Please try to fall asleep." As soon as I try to leave, Phil grabs my pants in an effort to pull them down. I immediately shriek in surprise and scream, "WHAT THE FU-"

"Danny... I'm feeling hungry..." He says, licking his lips.

"P-Phil- I" I stutter, no words coming to my mouth, and my cheeks burning like fire. What would Y/N say about this?! He pulls me onto the bed, and start to lean in for what I presumed is a kiss. I jump up, run out of the room, grab my jacket, and run out of the apartment in my pajamas. I walk to the nearby park, and pull out my phone to distract myself. I try to forget what just happened and relax, but all I can think about is Phil. I walk back to the apartment, take off my coat, snuggle into bed, and fall asleep.

End of Flashback~~~

I walk back into my room, and aimlessly scroll through Twitter to distract myself for a while. I see a new hashtag popup a couple times. I don't think much of it.

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I finally get ready to confront Phil, walk out to the lounge, and see Phil sitting on the couch, his head in his hands and crying. I check the time. 1:26 PM. He got back around 9:00 PM. He looks up, a look of shock and embarrassment spreading across his face.

"Dan- I-I'm so sorry-" He says, putting his face down again. "I really thought you left for good." I really just wanted to say it was okay, but I couldn't. For some reason, something inside me just made me so angry at him...

"Well, I don't accept your apology. What you did was- I don't even know what to call it- disgusting? You know I like Y/N, and you know I would never change my mind over that."

"Dan, look, I know you were gonna have those feelings but hear me out-"

"No, Phil."

"Dan-"

"No."

"DAN! I WAS DRUNK!" He says, almost spitting poison.

"Sure, Phil, sure. Playing the "I was drunk" card, eh? I thought that you weren't douchy like that, but I guess I was wrong." I say, starting to spit out my own toxicity. I stomp away, and say "Bitch." before slamming my door and falling onto the bed, in a mix of emotions.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  YOUR POV

You wake up, a familiar pain shooting back up your arm. You slip on the  brace and sling, and walk drowsily into the make-shift kitchen. Ashlynn is sitting on the stool that you chose, a bottle of Vodka in her hand. You snatch it from her, but she whips around, takes the bottle, scratches you, and growls in response.

"Ashlynn? What the fuck? What was that for?" You say, attempting to snatch it again but failing. 

"Leave me alone, bitch." She says, turning away from you completely and going into sock form.

"Kay, sheesh. Just don't drink that entire bottle."

"Can't promise anything." You sigh, and walk back to your bedroom. You start to scroll through Twitter, and gasp in astonishment at the new hashtag:

#danindistress

You read through the Tweets, your mouth opening even wider.

A/N:

hey y'all. dramatic and medium length chapter. this story is getting shittier as i write it, but whatever. i hope y'all enjoyed. also, if you want to, i think it'd be cool to see people write their reactions to different parts of the story. so if you have a funny comment or something, make sure to leave it by that paragraph. anyways, cya later! buh-bye! ~rags