Dan Howell Imagines ••

He Thinks About You At Night (any guy)

Genre: fluff, (smut, i guess, a little, not really.) I'm keeping this one as (H/N) , so just put your guys name in the blanks ok? :) lol. Follow me if you enjoy!!

His POV:

An hour ago I did not feel like this. An hour ago I didn't feel.. Nothingness, like litres of emptiness were somehow being pumped through my blood vessels with a tinge of desperation and well.. A pint of horniness. An hour ago I wasn't aware of my loneliness.

And an hour ago I certainly did not think of her like that.

Never have I ever thought of her in that way before. I mean, throughout our friendship since we were kids, I knew she had girl parts but I did NOT think of her in that way.

But for some reason, fifty nine minutes ago, I couldn't stop thinking about her in that way and yes, her girl parts.

And my boy parts, colliding, hearing my name being whispered in ways which I hadn't quite heard before and our bodies moving in unison and our tongues doing..

NO STOP. SHE IS YOUR FRIEND. YOUR BEST FRIEND. ONE OF YOUR VERY FEW FRIENDS.

But I don't quite understand how it just happened. The way I looked at her changed in one minute. I don't understand how she made me feel empty.

Well, I guess since I thought of her in that way, I broke the bonds of our friendship in my mind and now she is neither my friend nor my lover and maybe that's what spurred on this loneliness slash emptiness slash desperation slash.. Horniness.

It's 2am and I should go to sleep but since 1:01am I couldn't stop thinking about her and my mind just wouldn't shut up. What did she do? How did she implant herself into my thoughts? Whatever she did, she didn't try very hard. It was like she found an unlocked backdoor to my brain and tiptoed to the part which replaced my tiredness with images of her.

That's not very friendly.

She's in the next room and if I keep still enough (due to shitty thin walls) I can almost hear her breathing. I can imagine her chest rising and falling and her one leg under the blanket while the other is free and bent up to her stomach and her fuckton of hair all over her face with her head under the pillow because for some reason, she hates sleeping on pillows and of course, her socks lost in blanket at the foot of the bed.

Stop.

I only know this so well because I'm her best friend. I only know that because she, for some reason, doesn't trust alarm clocks and only relies on me to wake her up in the mornings (slash afternoons. I'm quite bad at waking up on time myself.) I only know that because on cold nights, she decides it's better to sleep together. I only know that because on lazy nights, she argues about what the point is of moving from one bed to another and just messing up another bed.

Oh, the inappropriate thoughts, consisting of only her, are not, for the life if me, stopping. Although, more thoughts are being introduced like..

"What if she thinks of ME like this sometimes?

What if I make it into her inappropriate thoughts? What if she imagines herself undressing ME, leading ME into her room at 2am and then leading ME in between her legs, with her legs wrapped around MY waist, biting her lower lip from screaming MY name and feeling absolute bliss because of ME? What if she's not sleeping right now but instead, her heart rate's up because of those inappropriate thoughts about ME?"

Just when it all sounds too crazy, shuffling and footsteps and doors being flung open make its way to my attention.

"(H/N), I cant sleep, I had a weird ass dream. I'm sleeping here. Shh."

"Sure."

I guess it did sound crazy but by god, I really hope she doesn't notice the excruciatingly obvious bulge in my pajama pants produced by, well... My boy parts.