Cheat/ dan howell a.u

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Dan's P.O.V

'So, Ana, how about my house, tonight at 7?' I threw in a cheeky wink.

These words always escape my mind before I can stop them. Every time.
But Ana, she seems different, you know? I might be able to change myself with this girl.

Haha, I say that all of the time. Funny me. Ha.

Ana's cheeks flooded a crimson red, and she looked to the tiled floor as an adorable smile crept upon her face, her perfect teeth shining between her full, link lips. Okay, so that was extremely cute. And extremely wierd.

I, Daniel Howell, shouldn't be thinking these stupid, romantic things. After all, she's just another easy, attractive person to have fun with.

'Okay Dan, I'll see you at eight.' She let's out a cheeky giggle that fills the hot, muggy air around us, and slowly bites her bottom lip.

Fuck. That's hot.

'Um, Ana, I said seven, not eight.' Why am I nervous? Get it together, for fuck sake.

Again, another irresistible giggle. Stop being so fucking cute.

'I know what you said, Dan. But I want to see you at eight, I'm busy until then. So take it or not, that's when I'm coming over.'

Her high voice is thick with happiness, as she winks at me, and then quickly kisses my cheek, and proceeds to walk away. Not without me slyly grabbing her ass.

I can practically hear the smirk in her tone as she yells at me. 'Save it for tonight, naughty.'

Oh believe me Ana, there's definately more where that came from.

So yeah, I'm a whore. Male, of course.

My thoughts say, 'Damn Daniel, again with the pretty girl?' Not just with Ana, but with all of the girls I've ever used.

But I can't help it. Every one night stand, every moment filled with pleasure, it all helps to fill my broken, bad-boy soul.

But what if I don't want to be filled. What if I want to be fixed?