*dan's PoV*
Hi there! I'm Dan Howell. I'm a fashion student. My love for fashion started when I was about 13, i had just figured out that I was gay. I hadn't told anyone, I'd just figured it out. Anyway at the age of 13 I decided to have a good look at my style; I wore cargo pants and brown t-shirts with my hair ironed and a weird bead necklace. I don't know I just thought surfers were super cool. "Nope" I thought. I was 13 and it was time to change. I went online and found a quiz on zimbio that was called 'which style is for you' or something. I answered the questions and the end result came up with pastel punk, huh I liked it.
I quickly caught an awkward bus to the shops and had a look around. Haircut. That is what I really needed. I sat in a chair and showed the woman the emo look I was going for, she raised an eyebrow at me but then went back to her bored expression and began to chop away at my hair. 5 minutes later and it was done, a fringe across my left eye that thinned out down my cheek and stopped just above my jawline. I liked it.I thanked her and got up, brushing stray hairs from my clothes that no longer matched my head.
I wandered up to the window of top shop, ignoring the one for top man for now. An adorable pastel pink and purple jumper was worn by a manikin who had a white collar folded pristinely over the top. I wandered into the shop and up to the rack with the display items hanging. I ran my finger along the selection of pastels, grabbing a jumper every once in a while. Baby blue, pastel pink, duck egg green, primrose yellow, sunset orange and a pretty violet. That would have to do for now. I grabbed a pair of men's skinny jeans from across the shop and walked over to the till, stopping in my tracks. Hung neatly from a display rack were three flower crown in baby blue, pastel pink and white. Perfect. What were my parents gonna think? I'd have to worry about that later. I bought the stuff and left.
That was how I found my style, over time I added colourful converse, earnings and a septum piercing. Four years later and the fashion had stuck, I was in the upper 6th form now and taking a fashion A.S level. Last year of high school, then I could do and be what I want. You see I go to St. Heaths high and everyone are complete and utter twats. The only nice people hang out in the corner with me, Chris, pj, Tyler, Troye, Connar, Zoe and Louise. There is only one exception; Philip Michael lester, punk and all round sweetheart. Of course he tends to hang out alone and avoid people. I think that's why he chose his style, it screams look at me because he would probably be invisible To the twats without it. Of course it didn't reflect him, he was kind and sweet and adorably innocent, unlike his tough exterior.
Anyway I stood in the textiles block. I was wearing a pastel pink jumper with dip dyed violet, a white collar on top and my black skinny jeans. My Flower crown was the same shade of violet as the jumper and converse bit with silver vines and leaves instead of green and baby's breath lightly sprayed on top. On top of a that was my pastel purple apron. I sat at my desk, pulling out my sketch pad and pencils and designing a baby blue dress with white lace. Every once in a while I would look so from my work at Phil, he smiled as he pinned his fabrics and smiled at a little lion button from the drawer. He is so pretty. His hair was black like his clothes and his pale skin and blue eyes gave him an electric look, he had a black eyebrow bar that matched his snake bites perfectly. He's so hot.
(This was a sort of intro to Dan, idk I just don't like intros that much, that's y it's quite short. Any ways I hope u guys like it 💕- Nell)
