A deep cough and light tapping awakes my sleep, "Just a few more minutes," I complain.
"It's 5 in the afternoon," An odd voice says.
"What?!" I jump awake in pure confusion. All I see are two Unknown, yet familiar, faces, "Who are you guys? Where am I?"
"Uh, I'm Dan, and that's Phil." Shit. "Um, who are you? aand why are you in our flat?" Shit. Everything is flowing back into my head.
SHIT!
"I um—what?" Shit, I remember, "I um—my name is (y/n)." I froze; do I tell them? "And magic must be fucking real. Holy Shit."
"What?" They ask, at about the same time.
"I um—What day is it?" I asked. My stomach turns when I see it is the same as my memory, "That is—physically impossible. Oh god, I'm going to throw up."
"Okay please don't do that, let's just calm down," Phil says as he sits beside me.
"What happened exactly?" Dan asks, moving closer in curiosity.
"I-I wished I was here," their heads turned like curious puppies, "only a few hours ago actually," Dan finally sits to listen, "but, the weird thing is that I can't explain, I was just in America."
"Is that even possible?" Dan asks, in disbelief (because come on; this phandom).
"It looks like it is now," Phil answers.
"Well um, look I'm sorry I crashed your flat. But, uh, do you mind if I stay here until I figure things out? You know, plane tickets and whatnot." I ask.
"Oh yeah yeah-" Dan stopped in his words thinking.
"Of course," Phil continued for him.
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Wake up to Dan and Phil (Dan X Reader)
Fanfictiony/n wakes up in Dan and Phil's flat. There's no explanation as to how; they're all confused. WARNING: this is only 80% true. comment suggestions.
