I am Titanium

Chappie Three

A/N Hey I know in the description it says Dan hears her scream and what not, but I made it different. Hope you like! :3

*Time skip*

I drove home as slowly as possible. I dreaded going home. I was probably going 10 miles under the speed limit.

It was dark outside, no one was in front of me or behind me, so I turned on my brights.

As I drove, I sort of spaced out. Not paying much attention to anything. I didn't even realize I'd started speeding. The difference between 36 mph and 75 mph didn't register in my mind.

As I flew around a bend in the road, I noticed a somebody in the street. A tall, thin, average somebody.

I slammed on the brakes, but I was going too fast. I turned the wheel and spun round and round in the middle of the road. My tires screeched against the tar road. Another screech and a soft whir sounded as my truck skidded to a dramatic halt.

The pedestrian stared at my car in horror with wide eyes.

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!     

I scrambled out of my truck and towards the person.

"I'm so so so sorry!" I shrieked.

The person looked up. He looked familiar. Very adorably, awkwardly familiar.

I face palmed, "Argh!" I screamed. " Out of all the people to almost kill, it had to be Daniel friggin' Howell?"

Dan cracked a smile and stuck his hand out," You're funny," he states." I like you."

I scowled." I'm not a happy Danosoar right now,"

He smiled wider, "So, you're a Danosoar?" He tried to speak in a serious tone. "What's your name?"

I just looked at him like, what the heck do you think dude? "And I am Leila," I bowed low to the ground.

His jaw dropped as he looked at my shirt. Jumping up and down, flapping his arms around, he squealed," You're a Whovian!"

I couldn't help but giggle," Wait to fangurl, your majesty." I said in a faux American accent. " and my name's Leila, by the way. Nope, said that already. . . It is hard to think when you are American. No offense, America," I saluted.

He giggled all girly like." Ermahgerd!" he screamed his head off.

I'd forgot I even put this shirt on today." So why where you in the middle of the street, again?" I questioned.

"I dunno," Dan said. "Can you drive me home?"

"Um, sure." I said." If you're not a rapist."

He laughed maliciously," No promises,"

I shook my head and got in the truck. "So where do you live" I asked.

I was surprised when he told me,"That's where I live!" I exclaimed.

He squealed again," Yay!"

Spotting the box of beer on the truck floor, he grinned slyly." Are you a drinker?"

"No," I said." Those are for my dad."

He nodded.

On the way back I kept finding myself stealing glances at Dan. Gawsh, he's cute. I would think. No he doesn't like you, let it go.

Dan fiddled with my stereo. "I love this song!" he exclaimed. The song Pom Poms by the Jonas Brothers blasted through the speakers.

I laughed as he shimmied in his seat. "SO PUT YO POM POMS DOWN FO MEH!!! I SING YEAH, YEAH!!"

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Before I knew we were at the flat.

"What's you apartment number?" I asked.

He told me and I walked him down. " Bye," I said.

"See ya!" He exclaimed in a mock Irish accent. I watched him unlock the door and close it behind him.

I sighed, and walked into my flat. My dad was passed out on the sofa. Good,I thought.

I laid the beer on the coffee table in front of him and walked to my room.

I hummed to myself as I changed into my pajamas. A pair of sweats and a track top.

That night I dreamt about Dan.