I Wan't To Be Weird With You~Dan Howell Fan Fic

Chapter One

Dan’s POV

In my dazed, sleep deprived state as I awake, I can’t help but think of the last time I’ve slept the whole night threw without a weird or scary dream. The truth is I’m horrible at sleeping. You wouldn’t think it would be that hard, you close your eyes then get up the next day, not too much to it. But more lately than not, I haven’t been sleeping well, most nights I wake in a hot uncomfortable mess. Why? I have no idea, all I know is that it’s been getting inerasably worse over the last couple of months.

I get up slowly so not to send my head spinning from the change in movement.

“What am I doing with my life?” I asked myself in my deep morning voice.

It’s not like you’re ever going to make something of yourself Dan if you just sit scrolling through tumbr and twitter all day. I think to myself. I hate my negative side. Hobbling over to my desk I sit down and see a reminder pop up on my desk top saying ‘UPLOAD VIDEO.’ That’s it that ruined my day I’m half way through my current video and it’s due today,

“Shit” I curse out loud.

I know at that exact moment what I need, coffee. By the time the coffees brewing I’ve woken up somewhat, Okay I think, milk. After searching the fridge for the carton and finding nothing of the sort I groan,

“Ohh could this day get any worse?”

Procrastination is the best isn’t it? Getting the milk will get me out of video making for at least ten minutes, I’ll just walk down to the shop and get it then come straight back and my coffee will still be hot when I’m back. I grab my coat, keys and iPhone and walk to the front door before yelling out,

 “Phil, do you need anything from the shops?”

Nothing. Bastards probably still asleep. I walk out, into our apartment block’s hallway and into the cold London breeze of the brewing winter.

The closest shop where I can buy milk is about fifty meters away across the road. Trudging through the streets at ten in the morning is not my ideal Saturday but what can I say I like my coffee with milk. Stopping at the lights before I cross to get to the shops I think Okay I’ll be out for fifteen minutes now.  

Suddenly the girl next to me screams and being the most easily socially annoyed person I am, I stare at her thinking, what the fuck, shut up! Then I see what she’s screaming at, a bus has been cut off and is going into the oncoming traffic right in front of us. The girl and I scramble back and I see my fear reflected in her eyes.

“Look out!” I yell as bits of the vehicles fly off in our direction.

 I stubble back so I’m in front of the girl, stopping the bits of debris from hurting her. But then it’s over, the bus stops, the panic is over. And here I am standing in front of this girl trying to protect her; I probably look like the biggest pedophile.

My head is buzzing with adrenalin and the whole world quickly comes rushing back to its normal speed, like it went in slow motion for a second. What the hell just happened! My head keeps pounding at me. Is this real life! No no Dan! This isn’t the time to be thinking of funny YouTube videos.

“What do I do?” I murmured under my breath.

Call the ambulance and the police I think to myself. I pulled my black iPhone out of my coat pocket and dialed the numbers- 999. It’s connecting; I awkwardly step a little bit away from the girl.  She looks shocked, probably like I look but she’s not a girl she’s about my age an-