Phil brought in my bag, but my skin was very sticky, so I took a shower. After about 25 minutes, I realized I was probably waisting too much water, and got out.
I put on a black skater skirt with a plain white cami-top tucked in, and wore my superstars. Basic as always, but I should have learned my lesson; white isn't the color you want to wear when around Dan and Phil.
I walked out of the bathroom.
"Well, after 10 hours someone decided to come out." Dan said smiling, obviously being over dramatic about how long I was in the shower.
I blushed. Rip me.
He was still sitting on the couch as though he never left, and the more I think about it, he probably didn't. "Phil got some pastries and coffee, he feels bad. They're on the counter if you want some."
"I lost my appetite to be completely honest." And with that, I sat down right next to him.
Maybe too close for Dans liking, as he looked a bit uncomfortable. I pushed over a little, but Dan turned his body to the side, so he was making direct body and eye contact with me. So much for pushing over...
"So, Y/N, how are you liking London? I mean, for the 1 1/2 days you've been here. He let out an awkward laugh, which sounded like he was choking on air. Yeah, he's not comfortable with me yet, I thought to myself. With a smile, I answered, "Oh it's nice, and I have some amazing people to share the experience with!"
Dan blushed.
Ahhhh!
Being in London with him and Phil really helped with my depression.
"How about a movie?" Dan asked, braking the awkward silence.
I nodded my head.
"I'll be right back!" And with that, Dan Howell went to get what looked like a popcorn packet.
My first "meal" of the day.
Popcorn.
