Coffee Stains | Dan X Reader | Danisnotonfire

• Suitcase •

Some people say that their best thinking is done in the shower, where you can't tell the difference between tears and water and your worries evaporate into steam. You strongly disagree. Showers were for belting out lyrics to your favourite songs, no matter whether you sounded like a dying frog or Beyonce. The shower didn't care. You could bust crazy dance moves, as long as they fitted into the tiny space, and you could be whoever you wanted to be.

So, instead, you tended to have your philosophical and wondrous thoughts during the middle of the night, when you should probably be sleeping. Over time it had become quite an issue for your sleep pattern, but you had managed to solve world hunger and bring about world peace.

This was exactly what you were doing right now. Lying on your back, staring at the ceiling. Except, instead of your normal peaceful thoughts, you were panicking. While you had spent the past two days packing your suitcase full of clothes and random crap you didn't need, F/N had been stocking up on food supplies (mainly cereal).

You were leaving for London the next morning and meeting Dan at the airport. He would then take you to his apartment and begin your adventure. In a way, you were almost more excited about going to London for the first time than meeting Dan Howell. That part just didn't seem real.

Flying, packing, and travelling wasn't so much what was keeping you awake. You were incredibly worried that you would make a complete fool of yourself. When you'd first met F/N, you'd spilt two cups of coffee on her in quick succession and accidently fallen into a lake. Looking back, you'd thought that she'd never want to be friends with you, but eventually you'd realised that she was just as awkward and clumsy as you.

This was completely different. Sure, Dan said he was socially incompetent in his videos, but he was a professional. He had 6 million subscribers and a massive following. One mistake could mean that one of the biggest and best YouTubers ever could hate you. And if Dan hated you, then you could almost guarantee that Phil and the entire Phandom would hate you as well.

Wincing, you remember what had happened when you first found out that you'd be staying with him for the project. In your excitement you'd walked backwards, tripped on the lounge and then knocked over F/N, who, in her flailing had smashed a lamp on the coffee table. You were now both fully aware of how hard it was to find thousands of tiny glass shards in a carpet.

Smiling suddenly, you realise just how happy you are for F/N. She had never been more excited than she was at the moment, knowing that her favourite YouTuber was coming to stay. Yesterday, you'd even hears her singing in the shower, which she never, ever, ever did. Hopefully she would get along with Phil, as you know that they have the same interests.

Despite this complete incredulity that had taken over your apartment, neither of you could forget the two strange things that had occurred, or how neither of you were fully aware of what was going on. It lingered in the back of your mind, and it popped out sometimes, bringing ridiculous conspiracy theories and thoughts with it.

First was the sort-of-but-not-quite-robbed lounge room. It had been a shock to you when you'd first walked in those two days ago. You were messy, but not so much that you would fling every possession you owned onto the floor. After calming down, you'd cleaned the area, but never actually looked into what could have caused such a massive mess.

Secondly was the app. Both phones were back to normal, except a new, undeletable, app had been installed. You couldn't access it normally, and the only time it had opened was when it had sent F/N the details of when Phil would be arriving, and you the details of the flight that you would be taking. It was fairly plain, a white square with an exclamation mark on it, but you just couldn't figure out how it could have gotten there.