Streaks (Dan Howell x Phil Lester x Reader)

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Me? I Hate Mornings
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"Yello?" I croakily called through the phone, curious to see who was daring to call at such an unholy hour of the morning.
"Goooood morning!" A voice cooed from the other side. I knew immediately who it was. I mean, I'd recognise that voice anywhere. The dulled Northern accent had become so familiar that I didn't even question it.
"What you want, Phil?" He should know not to call so early by now. He knows how I can get.
"Sorry, Y/N. I just um...exciting news?" Phil's voice became less chirpy but he wasn't completely deterred.
"Shoot." You groaned as quietly as possible as you threw the covers off your body.
"Guess who got tickets to someone's favourite band?" He squeaked and his level of excitement was contagious. I couldn't help but smile.
"Oh damn! Did Chris finally get those tickets for PJ's favourite band because he's been talking about it for a while.." I laughed slightly.
"No you silly bean! I got tickets for your favourite band." Phil laid emphasis on the word 'your' as if to prove a point.
"Nah, really? Didn't even cross my mind. All jokes aside, are you serious?" I felt a childish joy manifest in my stomach. He can't be serious.
"Mmhmm." I could only guess what he looked like right now, smiling so widely, his tongue just poking out, his eyes lit up with happiness. He was probably close to jumping up and down honestly.
"Waaaaaaait, Lester if you're playing me I swear to god I will-"
"I'll send you a picture of them if you want." He offered.
"Hell yeah." I simply replied.

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I tapped on the message notification. I gasped, Phil still on the line. "How did you...what? No, Phil you didn't..what?!" In all honesty, I was definitely shocked. There is no way in hell he got tickets to see Y/F/B (Your/Favourite/Band). Yet here they were in pixelated form, staring up at me.
"Philip, I could tackle you with a gigantic hug right now. I actually can't believe you found these, they were sold out."
"Hey, I'm capable of things. Anyways, my dearest human, I have to go. Mum's calling me. School. I'll talk to you later, probably during Math honestly. Bye!"
I let a laugh escape my lips, "Bon Voyage, my friend. Wuv ya!" I attempted sounding cute but knowing me...I probably sounded horrendous but hey, what's new?

After Phil hung up to leave for school, I decided it would probably be best to start getting ready myself. I've already been late three times this week and I really don't want to make it four. Besides, I had English first which wasn't too bad.

I made my way to the bathroom which was down the hall. I jumped back when my feet made contact with the cold, marble tile. It felt odd considering the amount of time my feet spend touching the carpeted floor of my bedroom. I eventually made it across the pristine room to the shower. I pulled my faded pajama shirt over my ruffled head of hair and tossed it into the laundry bin, silently cheering as it landed perfectly in the opening.

I turned the metal handle, which was now covered in cooling water droplets, and the water stopped flowing out of the shower head. I reached out to grab my towel and wrapped it gently around my body, just below my collar bone. Cautiously, I stepped out of the shower onto the bathroom mat that was bound to keep me from slipping over.

As I was trying to decide what to do with my wet mop sane people call hair, I heard my phone vibrate across the bench. I outstretched my arm to pick it up and curled my fingers around its edges. As my hands were a tad slippery from fiddling with my wet hair, the electronic device slipped from my grasp and onto the floor with a terrifying slap. "Shit!" I exclaimed as I crouched down, shifting my weight to my knees. I carefully picked the surely damaged phone up and turned it over. The screen was cracked in the far left corner but it wasn't large enough to make anything unreadable. I sighed. If this was only the beginning of the day and I still had school to go...I had a long day ahead of me.

Hey! So how was that? Okay? I really hope so...anyways I finished writing this at 11:30 at night and my brains kind of dead but I wanted to get this up before the idea vanished if that makes sense.

Anyways, I'm going to try (probably fail) to get some sleep and I hope everyone is having a lovely day or night wherever you are.

Until the next chapter, cya!