Jealous? (Dan Howell/Phil Lester x reader)

6: Yes But Who IS She?

Dan's pov

Y/N left as I was still watching from a distance. Good! Phil had probably regained some form of common sense and sent her away before I'd come over. Hah! Probably knew I wouldn't have kept my mouth shut this time. I clapped my hands as a sort of self-high-five. Good job D-slice!   Holy shit, no. I cringed internally. Why was I like this... I awkwardly looked around, hoping nobody had seen my self-satisfied little smirk as I clapped my hands for no apparent reason, while trying to ignore I was now very consciously aware of my arms flopping about my sides like lanky, impractical baby giraffe legs flailing aimlessly for lack of balance. No amount of rebranding was ever going to make me not a giant socially inept, clumsy flop in public.

"Good job, Dan, you scared her off again." Phil did not look happy.

"What do you mean, I scared her off again? Did you not ask her to let us get on with our night? What is wrong with you, Phil?"
I couldn't believe Phil. Oh my god. If it were up to him he would have, what, let her hang out with us? Asked her to accompany us for drinks later? Jesus Christ.

"I actually liked talking to this girl, Dan."

"You liked... hah. Hah." I let out a little burst of high pitched laughter, facepalming in the process.
"Phil. Phil. She is a fan you just met, okay? Use your brain. Do you honestly believe it's a good idea to just, oh, I don't know... get all cosy with them in some shady venue? You spent a total of what, seven minutes talking to her? Think, Phil. Is this really a risk you want to take, hmm? What if she's a clinically insane stalker? Are you just going to... bleed out next to me and be like 'Oh gee, sorry Dan, seems you were right. Whoops! There goes my life, oh well!'  " I tilted my head and squinted at him quizically.

Phil sighed. "Can we just drop it and enjoy the band?"

He didn't seem very enthusiastic about it, but at least he was dropping the subject. I would be stuck with brooding, silently angry Phil for a bit, but he would probably come to his senses and we could have a more nuanced conversation about it tomorrow when the threat wasn't so imminent. I mean, maybe she really was nice and normal. Obviously that was a possibility. Obviously not every fan was an obsessed weirdo, although.. I did attract a fair amount of weirdos.. Either way, there was always a risk and I didn't like taking it. Phil obviously thought she was exceptionally pleasant and perhaps cute, or we would have definitely been on the same page. It was a bit weird, to be honest. To be entirely fair, the risks involved in casually socialising with fans too much, weren't the only reason I was so bent on getting this Y/N girl out of our vicinity tonight.

"Sorry Phil," I started as I nudged his side with my hip, "I am cautious, but I was also kinda bummed because I was just hoping for a relaxing night with my friend. I mean, we see a lot of each other but we don't often have time to do casual social things just the two of us, right. And this is a band I really like and I wanted to share that with you tonight and... you know?"

"Yeah I get it."

"Are we good?"

I saw Phil's eyes soften as he looked at me.
"We are. Sorry, Dan."

We smiled at each other, glad we had resolved this little tiff by the time Ghost started playing. I nudged Phil. "Tokyo Nights!" I shouted.

Phil nodded in recognition. As I leaned on the railing, bobbing away to the opening riffs, I spotted Y/N in the crowd, not very far in front of me. While most people were just getting warmed up, she stood out, her arms raised, head thrown back. I chuckled at the irony of our shared enthusiasm for the band. Guess I could scratch her only being here because of a chance of running in to me and Phil from my list of potential murderous stalker signs. I failed to see why Phil apparently thought she was cute though. She wasn't his type. Too.. kinky? With those fishnets clinging to her skin and that tank riding up just enough to show the rim of the black hotpants underneath as she swayed her hips left to right in slow motion...

No. Not Phil's type...