the city // dan howell

Part 13// Cabs and Jaws

I wake up with a yawn. I scrunch up my hair and feel the tangles already formed. It's going to be one hell of a day, isn't it?
I flip the covers off me and place them back on my bed nicely, then proceed to the kitchen which still needs decorating. I take a look at my planner which I still need to fill out for meetings and such, and simply roll my eyes. I can procrastinate for another day.
I open the fridge and realize I have no food. Why would I expect the fridge to be filled? I literally just got here. Literally.
I mentally sigh and rush back to my room so I can get changed and go shopping really quick. Or maybe I'll have to go to Starbucks as a shorter trip instead. I'll have to check my phone to see what Dan wanted.
'10:23; new message from; dan ☹️'
'hey hey just realizing i never told you anything and that's kinda rude so we're going to scadbury park and ill pick you up at 11:30 if that's okay?? and it's about a 40 minute drive so i hope that's also okay'
Wow, he really cares. A lot. It's lowkey cute as fuck.
'okay thanks for the heads up? it's totally fine dw. see you soon x'
I impulsively type an x and then send without realizing he hadn't sent one. It's fine, I think. I'm okay. It's okay. Not really. I'm worried.
Anyways, it's about 10:45, so I should hurry the fuck up if I want to go to Starbucks.
I throw on a white long sleeve shirt with a small gray alien head on the left shoulder, and 'SAD BOYS' printed all down the sleeves. It's such a cute shirt.
I throw on black skinny jeans and some black shoes, brush and 5-minute-straighten my hair, and I'm off.
Of course, after I googled where Starbucks is.
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"Uhm, yeah, just the green tea and a blueberry scone." I quickly pay and take my food, rushing out the door. I still need to put on makeup, and it's 11:10.
I furiously sip on my small cup of tea whilst half jogging home. This is the most exercise I've ever done.
In about 3 minutes I make it to my door and take another minute to struggle with my key. I'm an adult who can't open their own door. Ugh.
I make it in and throw out the cup of tea which I seemingly finished. I break my scone into small pieces and eat them as I walk down do the bathroom. I set down half the scone I didn't eat and quickly switch over to makeup. I rinse off my hands and pick up the concealer. A little under the eyes, on some spots, and on the forehead. There.
I don't have much time left, so I put on winged eyeliner (which I seem to have mastered), and some of my signature nude lipstick. It's never colors for me, it's flesh tone.
I check the time. 11:25. That's not good.
I shove the rest of the small scone, which surely will not keep me full, down my throat and wash off my mouth. I hope I look moderately okay.
I look around on my phone until I hear a knock on the door. Dan.
I wait for a few seconds before opening the door so it's not like I was waiting for him. Is that weird? I don't think it's possible that I'm the only one who does that..
I swing the door open and reveal Dan, in a multi-pattern shirt that would normally look really ugly but particularly suits him extremely well. He's looking down, revealing his messy waves which he must've not straightened.
"Hey." I smile.
"Do you have a straightener?" Is the first thing he asks me.
"Mine broke. Don't ask." He sadly finished off.
I walk out the door, shut it, and lock it.
"No way, you look too cute." I run my fingers through his hair. I immediately backtrack, however, and cringe.
"Sorry, that was weird." I nervously laugh.
"It's okay." He lightly smiles back.
"You owe me one, though, for making me keep my hair... like this." His eyes play an evil dance.
"Oh yeah?" I challenge as we step into the waiting cab.
"Yeah."
"How so?"
He thinks for a moment as the cab driver takes off, leading us away and into our adventure.
"It's only fair that next time we go out, you don't straighten your hair."
A wave of astonishment floods my mind.
"How'd... How could.. Why did.. How did you know my hair's not naturally straight?" My eyes must be revealing everything I'm feeling inside.
He chuckles and I'm not really understanding where he's coming from.
"I didn't. It was a guess. You basically told me."
Fuck.
I hit his arm and he laughs a little more. I let him.
"I guess so." It is fair. I think. Maybe he's taking advantage of my kindness. Who am I kidding? I have no kindness.
I yawn and try to get comfortable on the awkward cab seat.
Dan pats his lap and I take it as an invitation to lay on it. I move over to the middle seat and lay down, cuddling my head into his legs. He's perfect as a pillow.
"Thanks." I laugh. Again, normally this would be so weird, but why does it feel right?
He stations his hand in my hair and flicks through his phone. I do the same, deciding to tweet.
'going to scadbury park. no cameras, sorry, relaxing.'
I look through the replies.
"Of course, take a day off"
"Show us a few off of your phone!"
"Lmao but when are the concert pics coming"
I decide the reply to the last one.
'im going to a meeting tomorrow concerning those.'
Cool.
I shut off my phone and lie down on my back, looking up at Dans perfect jaw.
"You okay?" He asks, either worried or weirder out.
"Yeah." I smile as he traces the edge of my jaw with his finger.
"Then why stare?"
"Because you've got a nice face." Is the last thing I say before permanently snuggling back into his lap and sleeping.