colours [dan howell X reader]

1.9 ; The next morning

the next morning
You wake up the next morning with a person to your left. You're not in your own clothes, you're in a black hoodie and way-too-big for you sweat pants. Your eyes drift to the left. Brown hair. Tall. Dan? You lift your chest up leaving your hands behind you. He hears you shifting and he shoots up too.
"I hope nothing happened," you say climbing out of his bed. You find your clothes and change into those, leaving his clothes in a near pile on the floor. He gets out of his bed.
      "Hey where are you going?" he says chasing after you. He grabs your left wrist and you shoot it out of his grasp. You turn to the left. You shoot him a dirty look.
"Home, last night was-" you say, but he cuts you off.
"Amazing," he cuts you off, with a smirk. Turning your head down and smiling for a second. You shake your head and wipe the smile off your face and go back to your angry face.
"I meant to say, a mistake. I can't even remember what happened," you lie. You remember every detail of last night. He got wasted while you pretended to do the same.
"I don't even remember you coming.. over," he says distantly. Almost as if he didn't mean to say those words.
"Well it happened. I hope we can get past this petty argument. Thing is neither us remember if we had sex. The answer is probably yes. Look at your sheets," you spit out.
"I-I" he says, almost if he had a Vietnam war flash back. He steps back with his right foot and shifting his weight backwards and spinning to face the bed. You take a run for it out his door swooping down and grabbing your shoes.
"Bye!" you shout out at the door as you slip your shoes on. You quickly make it out the door and dash for your apartment. "Shit, where the hell are my keys," you mutter. You run to your door and see there's a key in the door frame.
      "Yes!" you whisper-shout. You unlock your door and sprint into the door. You're in and you run to your bedroom and jump onto your bed and start to cry. You lay down and cry even harder.
"You sure about this," Dan says unzipping your jeans
"Always," you say.
The flashback ends, mortifying you. Why did you have to be so stupid. Why did you act drunk? Why did you have to move to London? Why not stay in the USA.
     Theres no turning back now. You change into a new pair of pants and shirt. You wipe off all the makeup that was cried, even after the eventful night. You apply a little bit of mascara and the thinnest layer of pink matte lipstick.
      You pull out your phone. "Hey Siri," you say. "Nearest drug store," you say to the iPhone robot.
now how's that for a chapter. I'm proud of this work, actually. I might update again, today but most likely tomorrow. I love you guys!!