Dan Howell Imagines ••

You Have To Share A Small Bed

Hey! I actually love this one so enjoy! Remember (H/N) = His Name. Follow me plz! Thnx.

REQUEST: Can you do a fluff where you have to both sleep in a really small bed :)
"Are you sure we can't stay at a hotel?" (H/N) says, eyeing your small childhood bed suspiciously.
" I'm 6'2"...."
You roll your eyes and laugh, "I know how tall you are. And no, we can't. My parents would be offended if we didn't stay with them over Christmas. Don't worry, you'll fit."
He sighs, looking unconvinced. "Okaaaaay," he says. "If you say so." You decide to ignore the sarcasm in his tone, not wanting to argue any more. To be honest, you were a bit concerned as well. Sure, (H/N) would fit by himself, just as you would, but you find yourself wondering how it will work with both of you in the bed you spent each night in growing up. But your parents had insisted you and (H/N) stay with them over the holidays and you hadn't had the heart to refuse.
You turn from (H/N) and begin to search through your luggage, looking for your pajamas. "Damn," you mutter, not finding them.
"What?" He asks.
"I forgot to pack my pajamas." Most of the time you never use your pajamas, but rather end up sleeping in your underwear and one of (H/N)'s t-shirts, so you didn't even think to pack them. You turn to look at (H/N) and find that he's already shirtless and in his boxers, which is the way he usually sleeps. "Can I have your shirt?" you ask. He smirks, tossing it to you. He crawls into bed as you strip off your clothes and pull his black t-shirt over your shoulders. It falls to the middle of your thighs and smells of his cologne so you instantly feel 100% more comfortable and relaxed wearing it, as you always do.
"Ready?" (H/N) asks, pulling the covers aside to reveal the same space beside him left for you on the bed.
"Ready," you answer. You slip under the blankets beside your boyfriend. He scoots over a little bit, trying to make room for you, but he stops when he hits the edge and almost goes tumbling over the side. You grab his shoulder, steadying him. "Are you okay?" you ask, trying to stifle a laugh.
"Yeah, yeah," he says. "I told you this bed is too small!"
You wrap your arm around his waist and rest your head against his chest, pressing your body close to his so as to take up less space. "Oh shush," you say. "We fit. See? This is fine."
"We aren't going to be able to move the whole night," (H/N) grumbles stiffly.
You sigh and sit up. "Would you please stop complaining (H/N)? I'm sorry we have to deal with a tiny bed and that your feet hang off the edge a little but it is what it is. It's only for tonight."
He sits up to face you, brushing a stray hair behind your ear and looking into your eyes. "I know. I'm sorry. I'm being an ass; this is fine. We can manage, we'll just have to cuddle extra close tonight." He lies back down on his back and opens his arms to you with a small smile. You return it before lying down beside him. You rest your head on his chest and drape a leg over his. He wraps his arms around your shoulders and kisses you on the forehead and whispers, "Goodnight love," just as your eyes flutter shut.