You stayed awake that night. You were able to to watch the sun come up and light up London little by little. You decide to get up and head down stairs. You creep into your room to see Dan sleeping in your bed. You patter in and look down at him. He was still shirtless and his shoes were in the corner. You move his fringe off his forehead and place a small kiss on his exposed forehead. He remains asleep and you go into your suitcase and pull out a shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. Since Dan was still asleep you change right there.
Dan P.O.V
I feel a pair of lips against my forehead. I keep my eyes shut I always wanted to wake up like that and I knew exactly who it was. She leaves the bed area and goes to the side of the room where she left her suitcase. I silently roll over to see (Y/N) changing. She pulls off her shorts and I kinda just watch her.
"Morning (Y/N)." I say softly.
She looks up stunned and stopped putting on her shirt. She puts her arms down and just stares at me. I sit up and smile. Slowly one comes to view on her face too. She throws her shirt on the floor and walks over to me. She tackles me into the pillows. Her super soft lips press against mine.
"I'm sorry about last night." She whispers against my lips.
"Don't worry about it. You're not ready yet." I say back.
I actually wasn't annoyed with her. So what she wasn't ready. I wasn't ready for a while either. Would I fuck her? Defiantly. Am I willing to wait years for her? Yes. Absolutely.
She continues to kiss me and I snake my arms around her tiny waist. I don't want to freak her out so I pull away and she smiles down at me.
"Your perfect Dan Howell." She says.
"You're perfect (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." I say back.
She climbs off of me and puts her shirt back on.
Your P.O.V
You climb off of Dan and put your shirt on. You still feel like this is all a dream. Or maybe you're just really fucking tired from last night. You head downstairs to get some breakfast. You open your fridge and realise you have nothing.
Damn it.
No food=not a happy (Y/N)
You yell for (Y/F/N) and she comes bounding down the stairs. And comes to greet you on the large kitchen
"What's up?" She asks.
"We have no food. We are at Dan and Phil's flat so we have nothing and I'm starving."
"Well I can go out of you'd like. I can bring Phil."
"Yeah! That'd be good. Just get enough for the week." You say.
You go over to the counter and take some of the cash that you parents gave you. 150 pounds should be good enough. You hand her the money and she calls for Phil. The two leave and you head in to the den. You we your new couch and your TV won't work yet. You hear Dan talking upstairs.
"Yes baby I still love you....."
What? Who is he talking to? You go over to the stairs and listen some more.
"Just because I love her doesn't mean I don't love you."
No.
No.
No.
You stop listening after that. You throw your body on the couch. You want to cry. Everything was a lie. Nothing was real. He never loved you. You can only cry a single heartbreaking tear. That one tear held al your emotions. He spent your love. Now your heart broke.
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There Are Worse Things I Could Do
Fanfiction(DanXReader) You and your best friend are moving to London and you two end up getting a lot more than you thought.
