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Baggage (Dan Howell)

You're a college student majoring in theatre. You love acting and performing but you haven't been given the chance to reach your potential because you were always assigned to the props committee. You, being the ever hard-working student you are, are very active in the preparation and set ups. Also being very artistic, you often took home the backdrops and costumes to work on. Causing you come to school with big, heavy bags filled with props everyday.

No one really bothers to help you but you were fine with that. You accepted your social status as 'that' girl  who no one really bothered to be friends with. You were fine with your small but close circle of friends. Sadly, none of them studied in your wing of the university so they couldn't really help you. And to make things worse, you had the upper body strength of a snail. 

You couldn’t help but think that chivalry was dead. Countless of guys see you struggling to carry many rolls of plastic backdrops and paper maché objects but have done nothing to help you. Especially one certain boy that you passed by every morning. You didn’t know his name but you’ve seen him around a lot. He mainly kept to himself, talking to a friend or two once in a while, but he was almost always alone. You couldn’t lie to yourself, the boy was very attractive. You were a sucker for pale skin and black fringes. But you’ve been disappointed too many times by his lack of concern for a struggling fellow student. 

The next day, you had even more stuff to bring to school. And that’s saying a lot. As usual, you struggled to make your way to the third floor, where your class was located, passing by the bench where fringe guy sat. You felt your right arm give out, causing you to drop the many scripts you’ve printed. Still being in front of fringe guy, your cheeks burned. 

‘Fuck fuck fuck,’ you chanted in your head. Why did this always happen to you? 

You felt a small sliver of hope inside of you. Maybe Fringe Guy had the decency to help? 

You picked up the papers patiently and fringe guy still made no move to help you. ‘Well fuck you too,’ you thought.

Once you were all set to climb the stairs, your leg chose to buckle on the first step. You cursed loudly, not caring anymore. 

You were about to pick up a paper when you heard someone curse behind you. You felt someone grab the rest of the bags you were holding. You turned to see Fringe Guy grumbling about how clumsy you were while holding all of the bags you had trouble carrying in one hand. 

You realised that you’d been staring at him for a long time when he said, “Are you going to stand there or are you going to help me with these papers?” 

Cheeks flaming- again, you helped Fringe Guy pick up the papers. Once you were done, he gave you all the papers he had collected to carry and without saying anything, turned to walk upstairs. 

Amazed and still a bit confused, you followed him. When he reached the third floor, he asked you quietly, “Where’s your classroom?”

“Farthest classroom on the left,” you replied softly, very grateful that he was helping you.

He continued on to your classroom with you following close behind. Once you reached the large mahogany doors, Fringe Guy turned to leave.

“Hey,” you called after him. He looked back and you said, “Thank you.”

He gave you a small smile, making your heart beat quicken, and said, “No problem.”

Ever since that day, he would help you with your many bags. The short walks to your classroom made the two of you closer. After a day, you’d learned that his name was Dan Howell- as in son of the owner of Howell University. You were amazed at how simple and down to earth someone as well off as Dan was. After a while, you’d gotten close enough for him to tell you how he felt about taking Law as his major. He hated it. He told you that what he really wanted to go in to was Cinematography but his dad right out refused. Told his son that he should pick a realistic course and that he wouldn’t get far in the world of Cinematography. And in return, you did the same. 

But one day, Dan wasn’t in his usual spot on the bench near the stairs. ‘Weird,” you thought. For the last 5 months, you and Dan always walked to your class together. Shrugging it off with the thought that Dan was probably sick or something, you continued on to your class. 

30 minutes into a discussion of the proper stance on stage, someone excused you from your class. Puzzled, you got  out of your seat and walked out of the room. It was Dan. He was sweaty and out of breath but for some reason he still looked breathtaking to you. Your heart rate increased like it always did around the witty boy. 

“Y/N, I did. I’m officially a drop out,” Dan said as he threw his arms up in mock-celebration. 

“Oh my god, I’m so happy for you Dan!” You exclaimed as you threw your arms around his neck, hugging him. He hugged back and both of you stood there, just enjoying each other’s presence. When you pulled away, you stared at each other for a while before Dan leaned in and kissed you. 

You were shocked at first, no one had ever liked you back. But you got over it pretty quickly and placed your hand on the nape of his neck. 

Breaking apart, Dan rested his forehead against yours and said, “I would’t have been able to do this without your constant nagging, Y/N. Thank you.”

You giggled. “Thank God for my baggage."

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