Can I Be Your Number One? (Dan Howell aka danisnotonfire Fanfiction).

Chapter One: Coffee.

Coffee. The liquid that keeps the brain and body wide awake and warm. And warmth is what I need right now. London's chilly November air is wrapping its invisible fingers around the exposed parts of my body, such as my face and hands. I left home without putting gloves on and I don't have anything to cover my face with. I mean, I guess I could wear a ski mask but that'd look pretty weird. Thankfully I did have sense enough to put a scarf and stocking hat on.
I wrap my hands tighter around my cup of coffee from Starbucks and then my phone vibrates in my jeans pocket. I take it out and see I have a text from my friend Olive, reminding me that I have to be at a party with her in an hour. While I'm texting a reply I bump into something semi solid (AKA human body) causing me to spill my hot coffee on both myself and the person I bumped into.
"Son of a bitch!" I exclaim as the hot liquid quickly seeps through my clothes and stings my skin. Definitely not cold now.
"Fuck, I-I'm so sorry," says a male voice. I look up to see a dude in his early to mid twenties with a dark brown fringe and chocolate brown eyes. He's also very tall, towering well above my 5'2".
"I-I wasn't paying attention to where I was going," the dude continues, his cheeks becoming a vivid red. "I'm so sorry."
I sigh before replying. This dude is pretty cute, and I was the one that bumped into him so I should be the one apologizing.
"It's all right," I tell him. "It's my fault because I wasn't looking where I was walking. I apologize about the coffee that got spilt on you."
He gives a small, awkward smile. "Would you like me to get you another coffee? I'm Dan by the way. Dan Howell."
"Zosia Harley. And don't worry about the coffee, I don't have time to go back. See you 'round." And with that I step around him and head towards the Underground. Maybe I shouldn't have left so quickly. He was pretty damn cute. Olive would say I should have gotten his number, but I'm not that straightforward.
I look behind myself to see that he's disappeared. Oh well, probably will never see him again.
My phone dings again and this time I move off to the side so I won't bump into anyone while texting a reply. The next person probably won't be so nice about it. Olive is getting impatient and I quickly type a reply saying I'll meet her at the party in an hour. I have to go home and shower and get ready. I smell like coffee now. Which there are worse things to smell like, but still.

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An hour later I've showered and am now heading to the party with Olive and her boyfriend Will. I don't normally do parties. I can't stand to be around people who get drunk and act even more stupid than what they normally are. I won't know anybody at this party (apart from Olive and Will) which will be very awkward.
Olive told me if I went to the party that she'd buy me Muse concert tickets. So, of course I said yes.
"Do you have those tickets?" I ask Olive as we walk up to the door of where the party is being held. I can already hear loud music and laughter emitting from within.
"They are on my counter at home," Olive tells me which earns her a look. "I promise I'll give the tickets to you tomorrow. Try to have fun at this party. Dance, sing, get drunk, find you a boyfriend."
"I don't think the words 'get drunk' and 'find a boyfriend' should be used in the same sentence." I say, narrowing my eyes as Olive knocks on the front door. The hostess opens the door and exclaims, "Heeeey, Olive!"
She's clearly had waaaay too many drinks already. Her cheeks are bright red, her eyes are glassy, and I suspect that the now burnt out stub between her fingers is none other than a joint. Why did I let Olive drag me into this? Oh yeah, those concert tickets. Which she didn't bring and I probably won't receive. Attending this party is not worth Muse concert tickets. Going to this party would not be worth going on a date with my celebrity crush (Chris Hemsworth, by the way).
Olive's hand grabs my arm and holds on tightly. She knows that I'm about two seconds away from blowing this joint, no pun intended.
"Come in! The party is just getting good." The hostess says. I suppress from rolling my eyes and let Olive drag me and Will inside the home of this inebriated chick I don't even know. Olive knows her somehow. I believe she said they're distinctly cousins. And the hostess' name starts with a 'K' according to the silver necklace hung around her neck.
Olive's hand slips from my arm as 'K' grabs her other hand and begins to tug her off to the kitchen, Will trailing after her looking as uncomfortable as I feel. I stand over in a corner of the room and try to guess what 'K's name might be while I watch all of the partiers dance to a Bruno Mars song blasting through the speakers. They all look drunk and they are all sweaty. I sigh and decide that 'K's name would probably be something like Kaitlyn. Now what to do with the rest of my night? Guess everybody else's names?
"Oh my God, I didn't think I'd see you again." A familiar voice says. I look over and see none other that Dan standing there, a lopsided grin on his face.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, frowning slightly.
"Well, this is a party, that we both appear to have been invited to. Though, just between you and me, I wasn't directly invited."
"So you crashed it?"
"No, no, I didn't crash it. I came with a friend who decided to leave me to fend for myself in this sea of inebriated stupidity."
As if to make Dan's words true, one of the partiers jumps up on the middle of a nearby table and begins singing as loud as he can and making horrible dance moves.
"Would you perhaps like to go outside on the balcony?" Dan asks, sounding a little awkward.
"It's probably a lot quieter," I say as I nod my head. "I'll deal with the cold just to get away from these idiots."
We head outside to the balcony and wrap our coats tighter around ourselves. We stand in almost complete silence; we can still hear the music and that idiot singing but it's muffled.
"Soo....about that coffee?" Dan says, making it sound like a question.
"What about it?" I ask as I lean against the railing of the balcony.
"Would you possibly like to go have some with me?"
I sigh, figuring if I don't tell him yes then he'll probably bug me until I do. And he's cute so I definitely don't mind getting coffee with him.
"Is tomorrow good?" I ask. Dan looks surprised but quickly recovers and plants a smirk on his lips. "I'm actually busy tomorrow."
"Busy doing what if I might ask?"
"That's bold. I have a video I have to make tomorrow. I'm a relatively famous YouTuber....you might've heard of me, danisnotonfire. My friend Phil has one too. AmazingPhil."
"Sorry, never heard of you or your friend."
Dan's eyes widen and his eyebrows just about disappear up under those emo bangs of his.
"Um....seriously?" He asks after a few seconds of stunned silence.
"Uh, yeah."
We stand in a rather awkward silence for a few minutes. "You probably think I'm not used to meeting people who don't know who I am but I actually bump into people all the time who don't know me....they're just usually a bit older." Dan says, finally breaking the awkward silence.
"I don't watch YouTube, so....sorry? I guess." I say.
"It's fine, don't worry about it." Dan says and gives me a smile. "And I am available for coffee tomorrow, the video can wait. It's nice to meet someone my age who doesn't know who I am."
"Good," I say and give a small smile. "So did your friend bribe you to come or did you come willingly?"
"I came willingly, though I don't know why."
"You mean you don't want to get high or drunk?" I ask, smirking. Dan laughs and gets ready to answer me but gets interrupted by a loud noise from inside. We turn around and see that the dude that was on the table has fallen off, passed out apparently.
"Guess he had a bit too much," Dan says, laughing. "Anyways, I'm gonna guess that you didn't come to this party willingly. You don't look like you normally party."
"My friend Olive told me if I came that she'd give me concert tickets to go see Muse." I tell him, rolling my eyes.
"I love Muse," Dan says, grinning. "It would totally be worth coming to this party to go see them."
"Mm-hm," I say. "But I'm thinking about sneaking off to my friend's apartment and stealing the tickets. She told me I had to stay at this party the entire time in order to get the tickets. And I'm getting bored very quickly. And cold."
"Yeah, I'm thinking about leaving too." Dan says as he shoves his hands deep into his coat pockets. "Um....would you like to exchange numbers? I mean, we don't have to if you don't want to."
"I don't mind exchanging numbers," I say as I take my phone out and open the contacts. "What's your number?"
He tells me and then I give him my number and tell him I'll see him later. I quickly slip back inside and through the sweaty, dancing people and out the front door. The good thing about having a spare key to your friend's apartment? You can sneak in and get concert tickets. Of course she'll be mad at me for a few minutes, but then she'll forgive me.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter! I haven't been watching Dan's videos for long so I'm not able to tell how he'll react to some things, so just bear with me. I feel like the chapter was a bit short so I apologize if it was. Though it's almost 2,000 words long, so....
Anyways, thanks for reading! :)