Cake | Dan Howell x Reader fanfiction

|Chapter Three: Camping Flashback pt 2|

  Chapter three brought to you by Pete Wentz (thanks Pete)

Later that day around the afternoon (nine in the afternoon hem hem), Phil went back inside the tent to continue Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Wow, how social Phil. Me and Dan stayed sitting at the table. Me wrapped up in a blanket; Dan with his arm around me. I stood up and yawned. Dan gets up too. "What d'you wanna do now?" I ask him. "Well I saw some trees nearby. We could climb them," Dan suggested. "Oh cool!" I say excitedly.
  As we walk to the place where the trees are, me and Dan engage into conversations about random crap. After a while of walking, my breathing starts to get heavier. My legs get weaker. Damn you, asthma. I sit down on the dirt. "Sorry, just the asthma," I apologize. I feel so fucking bad. Why do I have to be so weak?
"It's okay. Here, you can ride on my back." Dan says, helping me up.
"You sure?"
"Positive."
I jump onto his back and hold on. Damn is this man tall. We continue to make our way to the trees and talk about life. A few more minutes later, we're there. "Thanks for the ride, love," I say as I get off his back. Oh shit, did I just really call him 'love'? Let's just pray he didn't notice. "It's fine, hun." Dan replies. Ok good, he didn't notice. Wait..oH. OH. OH SHIT. HE JUST CALLED ME HUN OOOOOHHH. I'm overthinking again I need to stop.
We start climbing this one big tree that has a lot of branches, so it was easier to climb. After cutting my hand on the tree bark and sticks, I get halfway up. This view was beautiful! Dan is a few branches above me. "Wait for me, you fish," I say. We've started calling each other the names of food. "Want me to lift you up, you potato?" he says, offering his hand to me so I can get up. "Sure," I say, grabbing his hand and pulling myself up to where he is. His wand was very warm, and rather large (that's what she said). As I sit down on the branch, we don't let go of each other's grip. "Tired?" He asks me.
"Very. You?"
"Exhausted."
"This is a beautiful view. It's more pretty than I ever will be to be honest with you."
Dan let go of my hand. "What the hell are you saying?! You're gorgeous." As soon as he says those words, his eyes fill with dread.
"You're lying to yourself, Dan."
"No, I'm not. You really are beautiful, y/n." he says, the dread leaving his eyes, him holding my hand once more.
"You really think that?''
"Yes." he says quietly. I feel my face blushing. Dan actually thinks I'm beautiful! AHHHHH ASDFGHJKKL!! Wait no, maybe he's just saying that to be nice. It doesn't necessarily mean he actually likes me.......or does it? "Quit overthinking, y/n." I tell myself.   

Dan's POV:
   Y/N was beautiful, and I'm not letting her think otherwise. From her eyes, to her hair; from the way she speaks, to way she's beautiful in every single way. Even if I embarrass myself and make it obvious I like her, she needs to know that she is the most beautiful, gorgeous girl I've met.

Your POV:
An hour passes and the sun is starting to set. "You're gorgeous," my mind says over and over again in Dan's voice. "You're gorgeous, you're gorgeous, you're gorgeous." He couldn't have really meant that, could he?
After a little while of pure silence and only the sounds of the leaves rustling breaking it, I decide to put my head on Dan's shoulder. Then, he kissed my forehead, and put his head on mine. Holy. Mother. Of. Gerard. Dan Fucking Howell kissed my forehead. oH MY GOD!! This whole thing felt so cliché, like as if were from a cheesy romance movie. But it's real. It was more real than the fact that My Chemical Romance will never reunite (too soon?). About thirty minutes pass and it's starting to really get dark out. "Do you suggest we head back to our campsite?" I say. "Yeah, it's getting pretty dark out here." Dan says. Dan's POV: It was starting to get dark out. I start getting a little scared, as I am very afraid of the dark. But I tell myself to stay strong. "Do you suggest we head back to our campsite?" y/n suggests. Thank god she asked first. "Yeah, it's getting pretty dark out." I reply. We carefully get down from the tree. "Want me to carry you?" I ask  y/n as she gets down from the tree and lands. "You don't have to bother,'' she says.
"No, I insist I carry you. Bridal style?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes!" I say eagerly. She jumps into my arms and I carry her bridal style. As we walk, it starts to get darker. And as it gets darker, I start to get more scared. "Stay strong, Dan. For y/n." I tell myself. We walk for a while more (does that make sense? Whatever. Carry on.). As I'm walking, y/n kisses my cheek.
"Thanks, Dan. Ya' know, you really didn't have to go through all this trouble." she says. "No no no, it's fine. You're fun to carry around." I say, sounding kind of like Winnie the Pooh. Y/N smiles, and kissed me on the cheek again. She's so adorable and cute it physically pains me.

WALKING TIME BROUGHT TO YOU BY LEONARDO DICAPRIO

Dan's POV:
I set down y/n. "Did you enjoy the ride?" I ask. "Very." she says sweetly, hugging me. I'm quite shocked by the hug, but I hug her back. "It's quite late isn't it?" I say. Wow, how interesting of me to talk about time. Good going me. "Yeah, do you think Phil would still be awake." Y/N asks. "Phil is a fucking owl, he'd most definitely still be awake. I look at the tent. The light in the tent is on, and I can see the silhouette of Phil reading his book. Jesus fucking Christ he's been reading this whole trip. I light up the fire, and get y/n the blanket she used earlier. "Here you go." I say, wrapping her up in the blanket. "Dan, are you sure you're not cold?" she asks me. Aw, she's so considerate. "Nah, I'm fine." I say. But honestly, I was fucking freezing. "Come on now Dan. Don't become Gerard way saying 'Na Na Na'. Come in the blanket with me. I accept her offer. Now, we're both snuggled up in a blanket. Could this day get any better? It couldn't possibly become more amazing. "Two birds on a wire," y/n starts singing softly. "One tries to fly away and the other," she continues. "Watches him close from that wire," I continue to sing for her. Next thing you know, we sing the entire song, Two Birds by Regina Spector (or is it Spektor??¿¿). "Your voice is great," I tell y/n. "Thanks. So is yours." she says. "Hey," y/n says, getting up, put of the blanket. "Yeah?" I ask.
"I'm getting quite ~yawn~ sleepy." I yawn too.
"Same. You think we should go to sleep now?"
"Yeah," she says groggily. We quietly unzip the opening to the tent, just in case Phil was asleep, as he was. "Muffin," I whisper. "Yes, potato?" y/n whispers back. "We can share sleeping bags. Mine is big enough to fit both of us. You don't have to if you don't want." I say.
"No no! I'd love to sleep with you," (dont think that way).
"Okay." I say. I unzip my sleeping bag. She lies down in the sleeping bag first, and I get in next. Having the both of us is nice. It's a lot more warmer than it would be. Y/N turns over to face me. "Thank you." she whispers. "For what?" I ask her.
"For today. It was amazing. Thank you for that." "Your welcome. And, thanks for the day too. It was really fun hanging out with you." I say. Then, before she turned around again, I made my move. I kissed her. Then, she started kissing me back lightly. After a few seconds, maybe three to five seconds, we pull away from the kiss. "Good night," she says, smiling. "Good night. Love you." I say. "I love you too, you cinnamon roll." she says.

*flashback over*