Tip Toe Romance (A Dan Howell/Danisnotonfire Fan Fiction)

THE Dan Howell

Chapter 1

(ELIZA)

"Phil, Come on! You know I've liked him for ages! Let me meet him! PLEASE!" I beg. I am  in an old tee shirt and fleece shorts pacing back and forth in my lounge. Phil is being completely ignorant at the moment. He’s not budging.  "Eliza...." Phil says "That is the reason why you in fact cannot meet Dan, you'll embarrass me, and besides you two are way too close in age!" He says, he's just being an overprotective jerk. I am now staring out the window at pretty Manchester and then snapping back to the almost argument I’m having with Phil.

I am sick of his reasons of why I can't just simply, you know, meet his flatmate.... 'Oh, who are you kidding Liza? You just want him to be your love.' Even though you are right, weird head voice, just shut it. "Oh, get real, Phil. Just because we are close in age, doesn't mean we are going to end up doing it or something! I've been in school with boys my own age for years and I have not once..." He cut me off "La LA LA LA LA!!! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!" Phil says with the forbidden mention of sex by his little sister. He’s such a child. He’s 26 and still has the maturity level of a 4 year old. Well, the entire family does, apart from me of course.  "Please!!" I yell through my phone. I'm pretty sure my iPhone screen will crack from the frequency, but that's how bad I want to see him. "Fine Liza, but you have to arrange you own means to get here an-" "EEK!!!" I squeal, "Thank you Phil!!! I will see you in a day or two!! I'll call you when I get everything sorted!! See you then Philly!!!!" I screech I'm pretty sure my flatmate Sammy is like 'What the hell' from her room.  "Bye Liza...."

I was completely consumed with the thought of finally meeting THE Dan Howell. ‘What are you doing to yourself, Liza? You haven’t even met the boy and you are literally bursting at the seams with excitement’. Why does the voice in your head never just hush? "Sam!!!" "Yes Darling?" she says from the other room "Come with me to the shop!!!! I'm meeting DAN HOWELL on Sunday!!!!" I screech. My neighbors are going to kill me. "SHUT UP!!!" She skips out and then immediately matches my excitement. "I couldn't if I tried!" I was so excited  "Okay! Let me get my bag!! EEK! You are bringing me too, right?" I was surprised, she knew the answer to that question... "HELL YEAH!!! She gets giddy again and is jumping up and down and hugging me. We still talk like teenagers, being 21, I wasn't far from it. If you ask Phil, I'm still 10.

Whist she get s her bag I get dressed. I just change into my green shorts and my ‘Imma A Danosaur, RAWR!’ shirt and my black converse and throw my hair up into a messy bun. I put on my glasses because I don’t want to deal with my contacts. I would probably poke my eye out with my shaky hands.

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We finally arrive at the shop and look around for anything worthy of Dan freaking Howell. All of the clothes are beautiful. I look fabulous in purple, but it’s not striking enough. I look like I’m ill in yellow.  I finally settle on a red ruffly top and midnight black skinny jeans with bright red Vans. I figured I looked London-ish enough.  "You look so Posh Liza!!" She says while I stand in front of four mirrors, which makes me able to almost see myself from almost every angle. I smooth out my shirt and turn around slightly to see how my butt looks. It plays off of my hair well, without clashing. I stare down at the tag and grimace. 70 pounds for the outfit, and 80 for the shoes. Breathe, Eliza. "I don't know if that's a good thing Sam, but thanks." I decide to get it anyway, I just may have to dip into my savings "That'll do." I say sealing it in stone I take off the clothes in the dressing room, fold them neatly, and then go to check out. I pay for them while Sam is looking at a galaxy themed jacket.  "You should get that Sam!" Ugh, she's more and more like my brother everyday. She takes it off of it’s hanger and stands behind me in the que.