Lethal Games Bring Lethal Fans | daniel howell x male reader

chapter nine | Procrastination is a Virtue

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>> second person p.o.v. <<

You pulled the keys out of the doorknob as you pushed it open. The large, box-filled room stared back at you. You frowned, remembering that you hadn't gotten the chance to unpack. You sighed.

"Do you see this shit (D/n)? I blame Phil." You said. Your dog looked up at you curiously. You looked around the living room and groaned. You really didn't feel like moving your body, let alone moving it for hard labor. And maybe it wasn't the hardest of labors, but man did you feel like you'd explode if you had to move a finger.

You walked towards your couch and dropped your bag on the coffee table in front of it. You plopped down on cushions lazily, avoiding unpacking for as long as you could. (D/n) jumped on your chest, knocking the air out of you. You coughed as she laid her head down. Once you regained your breath you smiled and scratched behind her ears.

You shoved your hand in your purse and began moving things around, searching for your phone. It took a minute but once you had it, you grabbed it and pulled it out. You opened the camera app and moved your arms upward, angling your phone so you could get a good shot of (D/n). Once you snapped the photo you opened Instagram.

You pressed the plus button and began preparing the picture of (D/n). When it came time for a caption you thought for a bit. You then typed "Someone tell me to stop cuddling my dog and unpack my shit". You pressed the post button and watched the likes and comments roll in. You scrolled through them for a bit before sighing.

"Alright, come on (D/n), I gotta get up now." You said while patting her and sitting up. She barked and got off, still laying on the couch. You stood and walked towards a stack of boxes, opening the one on top. Inside were several DVDs. You grabbed the sides of the box and grunted as you sat it down next to the shelves you planned to store them on. You frowned as you stared at the box. This would be a long night.

>> timeskip <<

You had successfully unpacked everything in the living room, as well as the kitchen, the bathroom, and your filming room. You were now onto your bedroom and just finished making your bed. And of course, you made the mistake of laying down on your soft sheets. They just seemed so cozy and called to you. You couldn't help yourself.

You sat up, leaned over, and grabbed your laptop. If you were gonna be lazy, you would at least be lazy in a productive way. You pulled up your notes on what things you wanted for your clinic. You still had a lot of decisions to make. The floor you had decided on was white oak and the color for the walls you chose was a slate gray.

You began browsing Ikea for comfortable waiting chairs when you realized how late it was getting. The clock read 11:42, and while this wasn't that late, you had an early day tomorrow and needed to function properly. And it seemed (D/n) agreed, seeing as she kept pushing her snout against your cheek. You laughed and moved your laptop back to your desk, which she saw as an invitation to sit on you. You ran your finger through her fur with a smile.

"What girl? You tired?" You asked. She made a whining noise before lying her head on your shoulder. You groaned and wrapped your arms around her.

"I can't believe it (D/n)... Not only did I meet Dan and Phil, but Phil is my brother. How fucking crazy is that?" You asked. (D/n) barked in response. You sighed.

"Yeah yeah I know. 'Time for bed (Y/n)'. You're the only sense of responsibility I have in my life." You said while patting her. She walked off your lap and laid on the bed while you stood to get ready to sleep.

You walked to the many boxes stacked throughout your room and searched for the one labeled PJs. You opened it and sifted through it, looking for a pair of comfy shorts. Once you found a pair you popped the button of your jeans and dropped them. You pulled the shorts up before walking to the restroom.

You grabbed your toothbrush from the side of the sink and squeezed toothpaste on it. You brushed your teeth quickly before spitting up what was left. After rinsing out your mouth and cleaning your toothbrush, you set it down before leaning towards the mirror and rubbing your cheeks. You pulled at them with a frown before backing away and grabbing your face mask. You slathered it on with slow hands, the lack of sleep and exhaustion finally starting to catch up to you.

"Hey Siri, set a timer for 15 minutes." You called to your phone. You heard the quiet chime before he spoke back to you.

"15 minutes and counting." He said. You walked back to your room and sat on the edge of the bed. You could see (D/n) give you a quizzical look, seeming to quietly ask what the hell was happening with your face.

"It's so I don't look like a monster tomorrow." You said with a laugh. (D/n) laid her head back down. You grabbed your phone and began scrolling through your Instagram. Several of the posts on your screen were photos from fellow celebrities but occasionally you would see a fan's post about you. You always made sure to like whatever ones you saw, knowing how much it would make their day.

Then, before you knew it, your phone was ringing, signaling that the 15-minute timer was up. You groaned while standing, making your way to your restroom for the second time. You turned on the faucet and scrubbed away the muck on your face, giving your skin a clean and refreshing feeling. Once the face mask was off, you grabbed a towel and soaked up the remaining water. You then made your way to bed, sliding underneath your fuzzy comforter. You set your alarms for the morning and turned to (D/n), scratching her face and giving her a kiss on her head.

"Goodnight (D/n). See you in the morning." You whispered before falling peacefully to sleep.