Me, Mew & You * Dan x Reader *

Chapter 7

You are greeted to Dan and Phil's apartment with the sweet smell of roasted marshmallows. You look around, trying to acknowledge where the smell is coming from when you spot a flickering light from up the steep flight of stairs.

"Phil I told you to blow out the candles, not burn a new one!" Dan rolls his eyes at Phil.

"I thought it would make the house smell nice!" Phil says, jogging after Dan as he stomps up the stairs to blow it out.

"Yeah, and burn the house down." Dan says, walking down the stairs back to you, Phil quickly ran off, looking quite worried.

"where's Phil going now?" You ask Dan, as you both take of your shoes, showing that you and Dan are wearing odd socks.

"Probably to blow out another candle. No matter how many times I have had to tell him he always leaves at least one on." Dan says, smiling at you. He then starts walking up the stairs, checking his hair in the mirror as he goes past. You stand watching him, not sure if you should follow.

"Come on, our stairs don't move like in Hogwarts." Dan jokes, walking once again down the stairs and grabbing your hand. 

"I'm guessing that's your work out for the week." You laugh as Dan smiles at you.

"The year, actually." Dan says as you two reach their lounge room. Dan starts telling you where everything is, but you already know, so the words just flow over your head. What your thinking about is how surreal this moment is, inside Dan and Phil's apartment whilst Dan Howell holds your hand. As Dan drags you through the kitchen, lounge and study, your mouth drops and your eyes grow wide. Finally he takes you back down to the lounge and you both slump down. Dan watches you look around in amazement, smiling slightly. He suddenly pokes you in they stomach.

"Hey, what?" You laugh, not knowing how to react.

"This." Dan says, before attacking you full on with a tickle fight. You squeal as you grab the haru pillow from next to you, launching it at Dan's face. Dan is taken aback, but grabs a pillow and starts whacking you with it. You both laugh hysterically as you roll onto the floor, luckily not hitting yourself on the head from the coffee table. Dan pins you to the ground, and plunges a pillow into your face. You laugh as you shake it off, making you inches away from Dan's face.

"Hey Dan, Y/N, Would you like a drink-" Phil stops as he looks at the scene. You both quickly jump up, brushing yourselves off,  blushing and stuttering as much as the other . Phil just laughs and rolls his eyes.

"Your both too awkward to be with each other alone." Phil laughs as he walks out to make drinks. You both stay standing, watching him leave the room. Slowly you turn to face each other, and start laughing. Phil finally walks back into the room, handing you the hello kitty mug, Dan the One Direction mug, and keeping a rubix cube mug for himself. You take a sip and your mouth is instantly filled with a chocolately substance. You let out a groan and Dan suppresses a giggle. You punch him in the arm.

"What? Don't tell me it wasn't a little funny."

"Your arm first, next Niall's face gets it." You warn, pointing a finger gun at Dan's mug.

"No! Not my Wifu!" Dan jokes, making you roll your eyes. You look over at Phil to join him in the conversation, but he's just hovering over the lounge nervously.

"Phil, Did you poison these drinks or do you just want us to move." Dan asks, noticing him hovering.

"No! It's just, I really want to watch master chef! I'm sorry." Phil says, looking adorably worried. You smile and get up and turn around, Dan just keeps sitting.

"Dan, stop being such a butt." You say, pulling him up out of the sofa.

"But I like butts, Y/N!"

"Sure you do."

~*~

"Yeah, its kinda messy, sorry about that..." Dan says, rubbing his neck. You stand in the entrance surveying Dan's room. For years it hadn't changed, not in his his videos, not in Phil's videos, and even as you looked around, everything looked the same, not a difference.

"Is anybody home?" Dan looks at you, smiling. You smile back and nod.

"I get it, trust me, this happened when I first met Phil." Dan says, reminiscing on the past. You sit on his bed as Dan leans on his butt chair, staring at you. He finally swivels around and starts playing  Hallelujah/ Death of a Bachelor. You smile and you slowly stand up and watch him play, holding his shoulder as you do. You watch how he plays and you decide you want to play. You kneel beside him and swipe his hands away, putting your hands where his hands need to be. He looks down at you and smiles.

Hallelujah:

Death of a Bachelor:

"Fite me." He says as he picks you up and plops you onto his lap. He places your hand on the piano and puts his hands on top of yours, resting his head on your shoulder, he starts to play. You sway back and forth to the music, when Dan suddenly stops.

"How long have you been a fan?" he asks curiously as you crawl off his legs, sitting back down onto his bed. He sits next to you as you search for words.

"Uhm- a long time."

"Don't avoid the question."

"2012."

"Sh*t." He whispers as you smile at each other.

That's when the rain started thrashing down onto the apartment roof.