Confess // Dan Howell X Reader

Chapter Three

Marshmallows, fluffy marshmallows, eat the marsh mallows, yum yum yum...

"WAKE THE FUCK UP!!" Emma screams in my ear, making me fall straight off the sofa in fright.

"OH MY GOD EMMA!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"I HATE YOU SO MUCH"

Emma wipes tears from her eyes, holding her stomach. "That was perfect... perfect..."

"You're such a bitch!" I moan, pulling my duvet onto the floor so i don't have to move to be comfortable.

"I made pancakes..." she bribes.

"I take it back, I love you now give me my fucking pancakes."

Pulling the duvet on my shoulders along with me, I crawl to the kitchen. On the table lies a huge stack of about twenty pancakes, complete with whipped cream, Nutella, sugar, lemons, maple syrup, golden syrup, strawberries, and a lot of sprinkles.

"Oh... my... god..." I gasp. "Emma, you're a fucking queen. How early did you wake up to prepare for this?? You shouldn't have..."

"No, no, it's your first morning here! Of course I should've!" she insists.

"Thank you so much... thad quite a lot of pancakes, not gonna lie," I laugh.

"Yeah... maybe we should invite our neighbours to share them... only if you want to, this is your morning."

"Maybe we should... I doubt we'll manage to eat ten pancakes each, yano. I'll text Dan."

I slide my phone out my pocket, the messages app already open.

Y/N🌺
Morning!! If either of you might owls are awake, Emma's made a shit ton of pancakes, so weI were wondering if you and Phil wanted to join us for breakfast? (:
Delivered 9:43

"If they do come, do we want to be in pyjamas?" Emma verbalises her thoughts.

"Considering it'll be my second time meeting Dan and first time meeting Phil, I reckon pyjamas isn't the best idea... you know..." I giggle.

"Fair enough," Emma agrees, chuckling.

I head out the kitchen to my bedroom, suddenly feeling thankful I unpacked all my belongings yesterday. Searching through my wardrobe, I decided on wearing a pair of black ripped jeans, a light grey vest and a red checked shirt unbuttoned (accompanied with my super fluffy socks). I give myself a brief touch of makeup so I don't look like a walking zombie, and attempt to sort my hair out.

(A/N: if you don't wear something else/don't do your makeup, change it to whatever applies to you.)

Once I'm ready, I check my phone again.

Dan😎
That sounds amazeballs! (Quote from Phil). See you in 15 minutes-ish?
9:46

Y/N🌺
Awesome!! See you in a minute!!
Seen 9:58

~Time Skip because i suck~

"That. Was. Delicious." Phil stretches back in his seat, patting his stomach after downing his seventh pancake. He's a really nice guy from what I've seen, just with a slightly over obsessive pancake craving.

Trust me, it's as bad as it sounds.

Seven pancakes in 15 minutes?!?!?!

"I can make more if you want..." Emma offers.

"No, no, I think even the pancake king has a limit," Phil ensures, looking pretty full.

"My God," Dan gasps. "You've defeated Phil's pancake limit. I never thought I'd see this day!"

I laugh, and Emma chips in, "you should see Y/N with her oreos. Funniest thing, I'm telling you."

"Oh God," I moan. "I'd rather not after the last time."

Emma snorts, remembering the terrible day. Dan and Phil lean in closer, eager to hear the story.

"Well, it began with us in uni. It's three am, and we're all super drunk. Our friend, Liv, thought it would be a good idea to go to the local twenty four hour tescos to buy some milk, who knows why. We left that shop with twenty three packets of oreos," Emma tells them dramatically.

I can see a smile creep onto Dan face, while Phil seems mesmerised to the story.

"Out of those twenty two packets, and bearing in mind there was six of us, me and the others got two oreos each. All except for Y/N."

"Don't judge me for this," I cringe, while secretly regretting nothing. Oops, I lied. I regret every part of that night.

"You see, Y/N thought it would be a good idea to eat all twenty two packets of oreos - no it's gets better - in one go. Yep. She tried to fit them all into her tiny mouth."

"I still have nightmares," I shudder.

By this point, Dan and Phil and in hysterics.

"Half an hour later, we went back to the tracks for a desperate need of water for the poor, chocking girl. And that's the story of how Y/N is obsessed with oreos," Emma concludes.

"Not gonna lie, I don't think I've ever been able to look at an oreo the same way since that night. I mean it obviously hasn't stopped me from eating them, I mean oreos are oreos yano."

"Obviously," Dan agrees, laughing his ass off.

The conversation smoothly changes from my embarrassment to outer space to pandas, so I'm all good.

"Hey, d'you guys wanna film a video with us?" Dan proposes suddenly.

Me and Emma exchange looks. "Sure," we agree.

"It will get around two million views," he warns, but we shrug it of.

"What's the worst that can happen?"