Subscribed ~ A Dan Howell Fanfic

Chapter 3

"Hello Internet! I'm here with my friend, Y/N, in my flat in London! We've decided to play truth or dare, okay?" Dan introduced.

"Alright, so I asked you guys on Twitter for good truth or dare ideas, and they're UNBELIEVABLE. But, before we start, I think we should decide on what the loser has to do." I said, opening Twitter on my phone.

"Yeah, we're counting up points for every truth or dare that we do. Each one is worth a set amount of points. The one who gets to twenty points first wins." Dan explained.

"Kay, so if I win, I get to paint your nails and you have to keep it on for as long as it stays." I decided.

"Aww, no, not so long!" Dan begged.

"Fine, I'll take mercy on you. Three days." I said.

"Fine, then if I win, you have to walk around in public wearing the Edward Cullen mask for an hour." Dan said. I smiled.

"Fine, then let's get this going." I said, scrolling down the Twitter replies.

"Okay, I'll go first. I pick dare." I said, handing Dan my phone. The other one picks the dare.

Okay, for four points Y/N, stick your head in a bucket of ice water for twenty seconds. I nodded.

"I SHALL TAKE THE CHALLENGE!" I said. He went to the closet to find a bucket and filled it up with lots of ice and water. I pulled my hair into a bun. He put a towel next to me.

"Okay, I'll be timing twenty seconds on the timer." Dan said, his phone set.

I nodded, preparing myself for the challenge.

"Ready, set, GO!" Dan counted off, and I took a deep breath and dunked my head into the water.

It was FRIGID. I had a hard time staying under for so long, but I managed for the dare. The water really woke me up. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut until Dan tapped me on the back, signaling twenty seconds. I flipped my head back, splashing Dan and everything in my immediate vicinity.

"Ahh, Y/N! You got me all wet!" Dan said, while I grabbed the towel. Once I dried off my face, I looked at Dan and said, "Innuendo number one." Dan laughed at his mistake.

Dan chose truth for the next one. I scrolled down the mass of comments to find a homicidal truth.

"Alright Dan, share with us your worst story about vomiting." I said, making myself comfortable for the long story.

"Ugh, really? It's so bad though." He said. I nodded, my eyebrows raised.

He launched into this wonderful story.

"I've actually made a video about it, but I'll tell you again." He began to tell me about the time he got sunstroke while on vacation.

"So after that, I was in this guy's taxi. And the seats were so nice. They were begging to be vomitted on."

"Oh nooooo...."

"And, not fifty feet away from the airport, it happened again. All over the foreign taxi guy's nice interior he was so proud of."

"Ugh, this is a horrible story."

"And then I had to survive a long plane trip home."

"You're making me sick just thinking about it. Three points."

"Well, Y/N, that's how you can tell it's a good story. Okay, truth or dare?" Dan asked, finishing up his story.

"Truth!" I said, folding my hands in my lap.

"Hmm, tell us your most embarrassing moment." He said.

"No! Well, it was the time when I was drunk and I fell off the roof of a house and landed in the wine cooler. I've actually made a video about it, 'Why I Don't Drink'." I said, blushing from second hand embarrassment.

"I've had a few bad drinking stories myself. Two points. Alright, I choose dare." Dan said.

The phone gleamed with interesting dares to try. I finally chose one.

"Dan, you have to brush your teeth and then drink a mixture of orange juice and hot sauce." He winced.

"Well, it's worth five points soo..." he nodded, getting up for his toothbrush.

"Okay, freshly cleaned." He sat down at the table, looking disgustedly at the orangish brown mixture sitting in front of him.

"How much do I have to drink?" He said, scowling.

"A biiiiig gulp." I said, looking at the camera and winking.

He got himself pumped up, whispering to himself, "You can do this Dan. YOU CAN DO THIS!" He shouted encouragement as he picked up the glass and took a big gulp, squinting and swallowing before falling on the floor, shouting, "UGHHHH SO BADDJOTFBLTFJFOkbfyig/)/7)!!!"

"Dan, are you having a seizure?" Phil had come out of his room to check what all the noise was about.

"No, he's not, we're just doing a truth or dare video! Phil, say hi to the viewers!" He waved and greeted the camera before returning to his room, raw potato in hand. I wonder what he was doing with that.

"Ugh, that was the worst thing I've tasted for a long time." Dan said, getting back up on his seat.

We finished the truth or dare video with me eating a raw egg.

I swallowed the last of it and said, "So Dan, what color would you like your nails, sparkly blue or pink?"

"Definitely pink." He said as I went into my room for my makeup bag.

Afterwards, he admired his beautiful pink nails.

"These are actually really good!" He said, holding them up to the light. He said a farewell to the camera.

"And as always, like and subscribe to me and Y/N! See you! Y/N, do the sexy endscreen dance with me! I got up in front of the camera, waving my hips around next to Dan, who told the viewers about the new t-shirts that were available in the UK and USA.

"Ooh, Dan, I want a shirt!"

"You're going to have to buy one."

"Awwww!" I said, smiling and waving at the camera before turning it off.

He picked up the camera.

"That was really fun, Y/N. Thanks for the collab." Dan smiled at me.

What am I to Dan? Am I a friend, or-

"So would you like to go out for coffee? I know this really quaint place. It's small, but it's really pretty. And I could take you sightseeing around London! How about it?" Dan proposed an offer.

"Yeah, I would really like that. It's just that, um, Dan-"

"Oh, what?" He looked worried.

"I can hear your heart beating a million miles an hour from here." I laughed.

His cheeks were dusted an unbelievable color of rouge and he looked away.

"Aw, c'mon, yes or no?" Dan asked.

"Yes. Let's go right now!" I said, grabbing my jacket. He shouted to Phil where we were going.

"OK, GOOD LUCK DAN!" Phil said.

"Pfft, what does he mean by that? Okay, let's go now." Dan said. He held the door for me, like a true English gentleman.