Fangirl - A Dan Howell x Reader Fanfiction | danisnotonfire

Suddenly Flirty

*Author's Note:*

Officially gotten 100 reads and two votes! Thank you guys, I know I may not have many of you, but I really appreciate each and every one of you. ❤️ Thank you for everything, please keep reading! Sorry for the short update!

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When Dan knocks on your door, you race to it, probably the fastest you've ran in the last ten years. You open the door as fast as possible, much to the surprise of a very confused Dan Howell.

"Hiiii..." You smile at him, realize how fake it sounds, internally facepalm, and lower your head in shame.

"Um, hi." He laughs, and you instantly forget your former statement "Are you ready?"

"Yeah, of course." You smile. You naturally spent about four hours picking out an outfit, and did not regret it for one bit. You're wearing an assortment of your favorite clothes, a perfect mix of cute, edgy and nerdy, if you do say so yourself.

"Great." He smiles. You stare at each other for the longest time, you never want it to end, and then he smiles, blushes and looks at the floor "So, are we going, or?"

"Y-yeah, yeah." You nearly step out "Oh, do you want your clothes back?"

"Well, um, no, not if you like them?" He sounds incredibly awkward.

"Well, I admit I've become rather fond of the shirt." You only half joke "But it seems to me you might want the pants back."

He laughs "I'll take them, then. You can never have too many black jeans."

"Only comfortable if they match the color of your soul." You sigh in a happy sort of way, then smile and rub your arm,

He bursts out laughing, making you blush "Exactly my point, thank you."

You laugh in response and you both stand there, looking at each other afterward, for quite a while.

"So, then." He awkwardly breaks in "Would you like to go?"

"Yeah, sure." You hand him his jeans and put his shirt on he table next to you, smiling. You feel guilty about keeping it, but you just don't think you could bear to let it go.

You both head out into the street. Your hand itches to squeeze his, but you resist. "So where are we going?"

"I have a place in mind." He smiles mischievously and your heart skips a beat.

"Mysterious." You say semi-sarcastically as you stroll in front of him. You glance backwards and see him smiling.

"Naturally." He chuckles "It's just a coffee shop type thing down the road.

"I like coffee." You state broadly and skip on down the road so he has to run to catch up with you.

"Let's not bring exercise into this, please." He pants.

You don't know why, but you're feeling giddy and flirty. Maybe it was his presence, or the fact that this was happening, but you feel risky.

You laugh and grab his hand, and you skip all the way to the shop, him fumbling with his phone for directions while desperately half skipping half flailing, and glancing around awkwardly at all of the angry peasants.