Unexpected - A Dan Howell series

Unexpected - Part 10

Dan's POV

I've been going out a lot recently over the last few months. I used to spend a majority of my time with (Y/n), but now that she wasn't in my life anymore, I had time for other things like going out and clubbing with friends, and stuff like that. Phil says I'm starting to get out of control, but I can handle myself.

It's been about 3 or 4 months now since I've seen her. At first I wanted to give in because she was the person I knew the longest, she was one of my dearest friends, but I had to stick to my guns and prove that I couldn't let people, not even her walk all over me. I do miss her some days, But It's better for me. I mean, She tried calling me non-stop for a while, but when I finally snapped and told her to give up, that's when she stopped. I thought she would have kept going, but I guess i really got to her, at that moment I felt like an idiot, but I can't do much about it now. Oh well.

I staggered into mine and Phil's apartment at about 5 am, completely drunk off my ass, I was surprised I managed to climb the stairs. When I opened the door and walked in, Phil came out of his room, and looked really unimpressed with me.

"Out all night again Dan?"

"Youu k-know it"

"Dan you have to stop doing this to yourself. It's not healthy for you, you'll develop a problem and then you'll have to get help, and I don't need or want to see my best friend like this, and this isn't going to be healthy for (Y/n) either."

"What does *Hic* She have to do with it?"

"Dan you've been off the rails since you stopped talking to her. You might have damaged your friendship with her for good at the worst possible time."

"What do you mean?"

"You're not sober enough for me to discuss this with you. Go get some sleep, and come to me when you're ready to talk"

I was rather annoyed that Phil knew something and hadn't told me about it, especially if it was about (Y/n). I mean, I don't care about her, not if she couldn't care about me. But something deep inside me said she was in trouble and needed help. I stumbled off to bed after getting a glass of water and fell asleep almost instantly.

I woke up 8 hours later, my head hurt slightly, but it definitely would have been worse if I didn't have the water before hand. I remember arguing with Phil before I went to bed though. He knew something I didn't, And i needed to know. I staggered out into the hallway, making my way to Phil's door. I opened it but he wasn't there, So I carried down the hallway and reached the living room. Phil sat on the sofa, watching Netflix and scanning through his laptop. He seemed absorbed. I knocked on the door to get his attention and sat down on the sofa next to him.

"So how do you feel?" Phil said curiously, I detected a hint of sarcasm, but I let it slide.

"I feel pretty bad, gonna be honest. Phil what did you say before I went to bed. You know something."

Phil sighed as if he didn't really want to tell the story. He got up from the sofa and stood in front of me, pacing back and forth.

"Okay, I'm only telling you this because you need to know, I bumped into (Y/n) about 2 weeks ago"

"That's it?, So?"

"Dan let me finish. I literally bumped into her. We both turned the same corner and she knocked me down by accident, but I didn't know it was her until I looked at her face." Phil was getting distressed by this information, I'm just wondering why it's so important at this stage.

"Dan. (Y/n)'s pregnant."

"wha-. How. Why... What?"

Phil looked down at the floor and nodded.

"How far along is she?"

"Last time I spoke to her, she said she was 20 weeks, but It's been about 2 weeks since then, and her phone's been disconnected, so I haven't been able to talk to her since"

"Wait, that's 5 months...I stopped talking to her about 3 months ago."

"I know."

"And you knew this how long?!" I was getting so mad by this point. (Y/n) was pregnant. No wonder why she was getting distant, she would have been freaking out hard. I'm a terrible person. She even tried to talk to non stop. Fuck. I got up from the couch and raced to my room, finding the closest things I could to change into and I could hear Phil yelling out at me in the process.

"What are you doing Dan?"

"I have to go see her, I can't believe I was such a dick to her"

Phil seemed to appreciate that answer because he got off my back about it. I grabbed my wallet and my keys, bounding for the front door. I ran down to (Y/n)'s apartment, I don't think I've ever ran so much in my life. When I finally reached her door, I was extremely puffed out. I took a second to breathe and then knocked on the door. I waited patiently but I was shocked when it wasn't (Y/n) that answered the door. The woman eyed me up and down.

"Yes?"

"Hi, I'm looking for (Y/n)?"

"I have no idea who that is, I just moved in here about a week ago"

"Oh. Sorry"

I walked away and pulled out my phone to call her. I punched in half her digits before I realized that Phil said her number was disconnected. Fuck. I paced back and forth on the street. She moved house, Doesn't have a phone. Where the hell did she go?! Why did I do this to us?