Why me? 《Dan Howell x Reader Story》

(Modern AU) All The Little Things (Lams)

   Name: John Laurens
   Age: 23
   Looks: -curly brunnett hair

   -hazel eyes
   -freckles
   -pale skin
  

   For some reason, I always had pen stains on my hands and wrists. I was never a writer. More of a typer, myself. And today was no different. Except the ink colouring. It was blue today. I quite enjoyed that colour. It always reminded me of rainy days I spent inside.

   My eyes kept watching the ink blots get larger and larger, until a few letters on my arm were visible. Four letters. Two symbols.

   A. Ham.

   What did that mean? Who was A. Ham.? Is this who I think they were? My Momma told me this was how we found our soulmates. You see, s/he will write something on their arm, and it will show on your soulmates arm.

   I picked up a pen. It was red. Red. The colour of love. And flames. And roses. I start writing on my left arm. Seven letters. One symbol.

   John Laur.

   I waited for this mystery person to write back. My hazel eyes waiting. My Momma always told me people had to wait. Wait for what was right.

   Who are you?

   The person responded. I didn't know what to say to them. Their constant notes they wrote were so detailed. I couldn't sum up who I could be to them. Building up my courage, I write across my arm with the red ink.

   Your Soulmate, I suppose

   Were those two words good enough? Deep breathes, Jacky. Deep breathes. Is being a mysterious person a good idea? I wanted to meet this person a lot. This person was to be my true love.

   What's your name, silly

   They seem quite casual. A small smile crept upon my pink lips. I decided to be honest with this person.

   John Laurens. How about yourself?

   I can tell I like this person already. I didn't care who they were. As long as we lived happily-that would be enough.

   Alexander Hamilton. I'm at your service, Johnny.

   No one has called me Johnny before. Alexander made me blush. No one did that before. I like Alexander. A lot.

   Where in the world are you, my dearest Alexander?

   I try to be a flirt. As you can see. I'm not the best. I hope I'm enough for him.

   New York City. In America. What about you, my to be husband?

   I was in New York. To do my studying at Princeton. This Alexander and I have a lot in common.

   NYC, as well. Are you to be in a college? And do you have a phone number? I'm sure my skin would like a break from the pen, wouldn't you agree?

   Was that too blunt? Could we meet today? Was he even at Princeton? How old is he?

   It's alright, babyboy. I am actually in fact in college. I'm only 19-and from the Carribean. And my number is 17207867830, call me, sweetie.

   He had gave me a real phone number. I placed the pen on the table and clutched my nearby iPhone, and stuffed my earbuds in my ears I unlocked the golden caller and started dialing his number. Was he going to answer? I surely hope so.

   Several rings came through my earbuds. My heart beat, I can't even feel that. The call hitched. He had answered.

   "Hello? Is this Johnny? Johnny Laurens?" Asked the person on the other line. He had a thick New York accent. It had to be Alexander. Who else could it be? This him. I'm sure of it.

   "Yes! Is this Alexander? Mine to be Alexander Hamilton?" I stagger out my face breaking out into a lifetime of smiles. This is him. My A. Ham. I've waited years to meet him. I didn't care if he was a man. He was mine to live and care for. My true love.

   "It is. Is this the real Johnny? Oh please let it be," Alexander chuckled on the other line. His laugh is almost like a hundred new born babies laughing for the first time. Something you never tire of.

   "Alexander, of course I am. I even called you. Silly babyboy," I spoke softly trying to dominant him-I have always been more of a sub-but with him. It's different.

   "Can I meet you? The Princeton public library in twenty minutes. Is that okay, my prince?" He asked almost out of breathe. Did he go to Princeton too? I truly do hope he does. It would b amazing.

   "Of course. By any chance do you go to Princeton?" I carefully ask, playing with the cords of my earbuds.

   "I do, babyboy. I hope you do too. Looks like I'll see you there. Until we talk again. I bid you farewell, my ivy leauge boy," Alexander spoke and then ending the call. I quickly made him a contact. A average contact. His name and his phone number.

   I look down at my clothes. Three day old sweats. Listen, college is hard. And I barely have enough money.

   I get up and run to my closet and find something acceptable of meeting the love of my life. A dark blue button up with white birds strike my eyes. Surely this is appropriate. And a pair of black pants? Perfect.

---foreshame!---

   Anxiety running through my veins as I sipped through my iced tea. My grandmama used to give it tea to me whenever I was anxious. But she isn't here anymore.

   "John? Johnny?" I hear someone call out. "Is there a John Laurens here?"

   "Yes."