Impossibly Certain [dan howell]

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Somehow showers were always the best place for me to brainstorm about video ideas. It's always something about the warm water or the sound of water hitting my back that always got my thoughts moving. Running my fingers through my wet curls, an idea sparked in my brain. Constantly, fans always asked me what my hair looks like straightened, so I could do that while telling that ridiculously embarrassing story of the first (and last) time I tried to straightened my hair.

After ten minutes of looking at hair straighteners online, I decided I was both way too inexperienced and poor to do this. However, despite being outside of the shower, another idea seemingly popped into my head.

Hey Dan, you straighten you hair right?

stalker. haha but yes i do

Would you possibly mind straightening my hair for a video?

sure is it possible we could film today? my week is insane

I look around my messy flat and panic. Today? I quickly texted him back.

I guess, give me 20 minutes?

Immediately, I begin cleaning up all of Kayla's shit from the living room. Although we are filming in my room (and my room is always clean), I can't help but feel the need to make everything look perfect for Dan. After I made the flat look presentable, I run down the hall and quickly make myself look okay for the video, only before I hear Dan's knocks at the door. I quickly run back down the hallway, my socks slipping on the floor.

Panting, I finally open the door.

"Ophelia," he says, as if the name rolls off his tongue so easily he finds it natural.

Out of breath, I respond, "Dan."

He smiles and I invite him in, trying to regain my breath. "You know you can really just call me Fee," I said, and he turned around to me, smirking.

"Would you like me to call you Fee?" He asked.

I couldn't help but feel a blush creep onto my cheeks, and I whispered shyly, "It's fine."

And it was, he could call me every name in the book, and I would still blush from his voice.

"I bought my own straightener, thinking you probably don't have one, huh?" he said as I lead him into my room.

"Yeah," I said nervously, opening the door to my room.

As I set up the camera, I watched Dan out of the corner of my eye fiddle with small things all over the room. His eyes quizzically looked at my trinkets, obviously intrigued.

"Is your room always this organized?" he asked, laughing.

"Yeah. I don't know, I just want everything to be in a place. I always get so embarrassed when my room or flat is messy." I responded, finding it surprisingly easy to talk to him.

He nodded, picking up small knick knacks on my dresser, "So do you keep things tidy for yourself or for others?" he asked, and I met his eyes.

I looked around. I guess I don't need to say anything for him to know it was the latter. my eyebrows pulled together, "I guess I never thought about it like that."

He walked over to me, and I tilted my head up to meet his gaze and height. "You don't have to feel like I would judge you if your room was messy, everyone has a messy room." He said, sincerity in his eyes.

My mouth hung open, unknowing what to say. Nobody has ever said something like that to me, most people just say, 'why are you so OCD?' or 'Can't you just calm down?'

"You know, it's fine if you let things fall into clutter. You don't have to perfect for anyone," he laughed, "especially me."

I connected my eyes to his while he spoke, and they were glued. My eyes fluttered as I felt his hands reach out for my shoulders and gently push off my sweater, and I felt it fall to the floor.

I looked down at the crumpled sweater on the ground, pulling my eyebrows together.

"Is that so bad?" he asked, smiling down at me. All I could do was nod, and clear my throat.

"Thank you," I whispered, and his eyes softly watched me as I awkwardly attached the camera to the tripod.

"So what are we doing today?"

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"Hey everyone! So the other day I was looking through my mentions, and I saw a bunch of you asking about my hair, and if I ever straightened it. So today, I am! But because for the life of me I can't figure how to use a straightener, I decided to invest with the help of a pro—Dan Howell!"

Dan sat down next to me on my bed, waiving to the camera. "Hello Internet! So I have never done a girl's hair before, but I think it will be okay." He said, comically shrugging at the end.

"As I was planning the video, I remembered the most embarrassing story of when I first tried to straighten my hair, so I decided this adventure could be coupled with a story time!" I said.

"Oh God," Dan laughed, as he took a strand of my hair.

I told my story, which was about the time I tried to straighten my hair in middle school. My long-winded story boils down to an accidental burn that sort of looked like a hickey, causing many many nicknames that still haunt me today.

Although I have told the story before, I tried all my might on not messing up. However, my mind always drifted back to the hands fiddling with my hair, and Dan's funny comments from behind me. Occasionally, his hands would brush against my neck and chills would run up my spine.

After the video, he stayed for a bit and we chatted. He asked me to tell him about my childhood, and he chuckled with every embarrassing story I told.

When he left, I lent up against my door for a moment, the lingering feeling of his presence still felt in my heart. I skipped down the hallway, jumping straight into bed. I rolled over to my side, and instantly my eyes were glued to the crumpled sweater on my floor; and for the first time, that was okay.

thanks for reading:) Don't forget to like and comment what you think! always with love,

-G