colours [dan howell X reader]

1.1 ; Happy Birthday

a/n : you have long blonde hair that fades to brown at the bottom, hazel eyes, and your name is Anastasia. your last name is Hall. You are obsessed with bands, and Dan. (I hate the y/n thing)
The first thing you hear when you wake up is your alarm. The sudden buzz alerts you, and you awake in your comfy bed, stretch, and then rub your eyes. Your eyes find their way down your body to look at your black sheets. You take your hands and wrap your hands around your sheet. Pulling off the sheet, you slide to the right of your bed. You get out of bed, and re make your bed.
All of your bags are packed, except your sheets, and your passport is on your desk. As you walk down the hall, you think about the excitement of moving out of your parents house. You walk into your bathroom, and plug in your straightener, and turn on your beauty light (it's like a thing with really good lights lol) and you brush your hair. As your hair is naturally wavy, you need to straighten it, or you want to. The straightener heats up and you put the heated device to your hair, and 15 minutes later you've finished.
Reaching for the foundation, you realize you have 10 minutes. You do a quick eyeliner wing, with some mascara, and then fill in your almost perfect eyebrows. You contour your cheeks, and dab some blush on. This takes 5 minutes, and it looks half decent.
You rush down the 2 flights of stairs under your floor. You grab a fruit, and you rush back up, eating the fruit as you head up the stairs again. You finish your fruit, and then you brush your teeth. Finally, your dad is hauling your 2 large suitcases and hands you your carry on purse. You thank him, and hurry down the stairs.
"The one in your left hand, is fragile. My straightener is in it, along with my makeup, my beauty lights, and more," you say to your dad.
"I'll be sure to let them know," your dad says. He's talking about our private jet I think, because why would I be going by airplane, when we have a private jet.
You walk out the front door, and your dad puts the suitcases in the white, freshly washed, car. You get in the car, and sit back. It's a long journey to the private jet area, because your dad hasn't yet opened the private jet landing in your back yard.
(if you haven't guessed yet; you're rich, but not a snob)
As you scroll through tumblr, you listen to heathens. The lyrics are really touchy to you and you're fighting back tears. You don't want to ruin your decent makeup. After heathens, golden days plays, and you're full on jamming. Your personal driver looks at you like you're crazy. He minds his own business, and he keeps on driving.
Your phone buzzes, and your attention snaps back to your phone. danisnotonfire just tweeted. You instantly tap it, and it's a tweet that reads, "we're getting new neighbors, haha. they're going to think we're crazy whoops. #noregrets." You start to think that it could be you.
What are the possibilities though? Probably more likely than not? Haha, no. You're going to a high quality apartment building, and Dan and Phil sure wouldn't be able to afford that, but your parents can. It's good your parents know you're responsible, and they won't show up.
"Anastasia, it's time to load onto the jet. I've got your suitcases ready, and the fragile one strapped down extra tight," the driver says.
"Thank you, I really appreciate it," you say, hugging him, and walking onto the private jet. You flip your hair, and you set your purse in next to your side.
"I'm Mr. Samuel, your private jet flyer for today, Mr. Smith couldn't be here. I suggest that you get as much sleep as you can on the way there, as jet lag sucks," the flight attendant thingy tells you.
a/n :: short chapter, but i don't really know a lot of fob songs so most of the references will be to mcr, tøp, and p!atd. comment some titles, and I might listen to them, and use them in the book.