the city // dan howell

Part 6// Elevators and Races

It's snowing. Hard. Me and Dan decided to not get a taxi, because what's the fun in that? It's better to walk when it's snowing. Who cares if we're only in sweaters? It might be cold but we have each other.
Hand in hand we walk down the night-time streets. Not many people are going down the road we're taking to get to Dans hotel. "Shit, do you know if we're almost there?" He curses, cheeks blossoming with a deep red from the cold. "Almost there." I wink up at him, enjoying messing with him. His expression turns flustered and he starts walking a little slower, pulling me along with him until our speeds match. "Dan, we'll never make it if you walk that slow. It's only down the block, too." I sarcastically reply, trying to get him to walk a little faster. "Too... cold..." he gasps, falling onto the snow-covered sidewalk. He pulls me down with him, me falling not so gracefully onto his chest. "Dan!" I squeal, trying to get off of the cold snow. He keeps his hand on my stomach, however, keeping me down. "Never." He whispers through my hair. My heart beats a little faster and my eyes almost water. He's so amazing. "Dan." I pull myself up and snap out of my lovey trance. My voice turns serious, and to be honest, I think I scared him a little. "S-sorry?" he stutters out.
"I'm just joking with you." I lightly punch his arm. "Okay, okay. But really, let's go." He agrees with me, steadying himself on the ground and continuing to walk with me. "Did you know it's one am?" Dan asks me. I shake my head no and reply, "Did you know we're at your hotel?" Laughing, I open the door for him. "Bye, Dan." I softly whisper, getting ready to leave once he steps inside. But nooo, Dan grabs my wrist and pulls me into the warmth of the building. "Stay the night. It's dangerous out there, it IS New York City. You can sleep on my bed and I'll go on the couch." I ponder the idea. I'd be fine walking home, it's only like 20 minutes away. But do I want to leave him, is the real question.
No, I don't think I do. "I mean, I still kind of have to pack... but I could do that tomorrow." I smirk.
"So you're staying?" He smiles. "I guess." But then it hits me. "No clothes though, bro. Probably shouldn't stay, now that I think about it." Dammit, I never think ahead. But at least he's probably happy that I'm not staying after all. "You can borrow mine." I laugh at his offer. He's got to be really nice to let a stranger put on his clothes and sleep in his hotel room. "Okay. But, only if I take the couch." I smile, not even letting him answer. I walk into the hotel and stand at the elevator door, rolling my eyes at the astonishment in his eyes. He's so stupid sometimes.
"Now, I don't think I can allow that." Dan half-shouts, jogging to keep up with myself, who's extremely quickly running into the now open elevator.
He makes a quick swerve and slides into the elevator, standing next to me. "I caught up to you." He winks, clicking a button.
Inappropriate.
"Stop making such.. such.. scandalous gestures, Dan. Think about the children." I lightly whack his stomach. "Tyde, you complete idiot, we're the only ones in the elevator." Dan retorts, whacking me back.
I roll my eyes and spam the "open door" button, seeing that we've reached the destined floor. "Calm down, Satan." He laughs, pulling my arm down from the button pad as the door dings open. "What room number?" I all of a sudden find this great amount of energy and enthusiasm built up in the back of me. "261B...." Dan suspiciously answers, hesitating the slightest bit. "RACE YOU!" I squeal, but softly, because it's late. I dash down the hall, all the way to the end. His room is on the complete end. Kinda scary, but it probably has a good view.
I stand at the door, tapping my foot on the red carpet, waiting for Dan to open the door. "Chill out, Tyde. You're literally so hyperactive, how will you ever sleep?" Dan inserts the hotel key-card into the slot and quickly turns the door handle. "Phillll, I'm back!" Dan exclaims, turning on the lights. "Where is he?" He asks rhetorically, casually walking around when he gets no response. I sigh and close the door, joining Dan in the room. "I guess he's just having a little bit of a fun night out then, ey?" I wink, picking off a post it from the bed closest to the door. "Not coming home until around noon tomorrow.. don't worry- Phil." I read aloud. I shoot my head up and smirk at Dan. "Let's just hope he's not gonna have.. a little.. too much fun." He slowly says, thinking through his words. I roll my eyes at him. I flatten myself out on the bed. "I guess you can take Phil's bed, since he's not here..." I smile, and take a glance at Dan. His gorgeous hair, which was once straight but is slightly curling as time goes on. My heart flips, the corners of my mouth slightly curling up.
I thought I couldn't ever be happy again, but I guess I was wrong.

I sit up and continue to watch Dan as he lazily walks across the floor, to his suitcase. His soft hands unzip the suitcase, pulling out gray and black sweatpants, and a hooded galaxy jumper. I regain my mental status and manage to catch the black sweatpants and hoodie he chucks at me. "Pyjamas. I'm gonna take a shower." He gives me a small, wavered smile and walks away into the bathroom. I wonder if he's okay...
I wait until I hear the click of the bathroom door and quickly take off my clothes.
(trigger)
I before I put on clothes, I take a quick look at my upper arm. I'm ashamed at what I see. Thin, white lines scattered. That's not right.
At least it's in the past now, or, at least it has been for almost two months.
I chuck on the sweatpants and hoodie, and grin at how everything is slightly oversized, but not by much. I tug down the sleeves a little bit, fidgeting with my fingers. 'Life's pretty good right now, isn't it?' I think to myself. It is pretty good. Considering my past, I'm pretty happy with the circumstances I'm in now.

I hear the blowing of a hair dryer, so I assume that he's done showering. I've been thinking for a while, then. But who wouldn't be, if they were spending a night with a guy they're really interested in? Seems a little unrealistic, not gonna lie.
Dan walks out of the bathroom, and what can I say? All that comes to mind is, well, wow. He's only wearing pants, no shirt, and DAMN. He's not the most built guy I've seen but he's pretty hot. He's hot and cute at the same time.
What have I gotten myself into?
Anyways, Dan looks a little shocked to see me with my legs crossed on Phil's bed. He calms down though, realizing he invited me to stay. I laugh. "Forget about me already?"
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Hey guys!! I'm sorry that I'm really slow with updates, I just want to perfect each chapter so it's the best it can be for you all. I swear I'll try to get the next update in faster.
xx Tyde