'Are you bloody kidding me?'
I stared at my boss in disbelief.
'LANGUAGE, DEAR. And anyway, it can't be THAT bad. He's around your age. And from what I can see, he's quite a nice young fellow.'
He leaned back in his large mahogany chair and looked at me with a half amused half pleading look.
'Look, I will do my job but as soon as i'm done I am COMING BACK HERE. I don't want to be around them for too long.' I shuddered at the thought of all those dirty, messy people, the crowds and mobs of people. Ugh.
My boss sighed in defeat. 'All right. Off you pop.'
I rolled my eyes then left.
And here I am now.
Outside someone's door who I have never met or spoken to before and do not WANT to speak to.
Apparently, their name is Daniel James Howell?
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I'm sorry, what? (Dan Howell fanfiction)
FanfictionDan Howell is struggling a little bit. He isn't sure which way his career should be going, his friends always seem to be arguing and he just isn't happy. Until one day, the bored girl from next door says whattup to him, and he thinks he's found some...
