Flower ((A Dan Howell Fanfiction))

Chapter Eight:

Okay, guys. Not even going to lie. I had a dream last night about this story getting 112 reads, but 135 votes, which makes no sense to me at all, and is very stupid imo, because this story is a total clusterfuck. Aside from that weird af dream, enjoy this new chapter since I wrote seventy BAJILLION pages last night, making it to Chapter Eleven in the actual story on my laptop.

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"Jackie liked you," Emily said as we walked our way back towards her home.

She had bought me a small yarn doll from The Witches Right Hand, telling me that "she's you little worry doll, so if you ever feel anxious, just fiddle with her."

My heart was warmed at the motion.

"He barely knows me," I tell her.

"Before we left, he was telling me how he thought you were cute."

I blush, my face and neck turning crimson.

Emily coos and I blush even harder.

"He's your age," she says after a bit.

I look at her. "Twenty?"

Emily gives me a look. "You're twenty? I thought you were older. I thought you were twenty-four. He's twenty-six." I crook my eyebrow at her.

"No," was all I said, and without warning, she bursts out with laughter, and I nervously join in. It's several minutes before she finally calms down and can breathe. After she takes a large breath in, we continued on our way.

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Adam and Xander were sitting in the living room, watching a soccer game. As we entered the house, Adam stood up from the couch and started yelling, a large smile on face. Xander crossed his arms and pouted on the couch, and Emily walked over, laughing.

I decided to quietly steal away to my room.

I lightly place my little yarn doll on my desk, leaning it against a metal can of pencils. With a sigh, I sit down in my desk chair.

Why did Dan search me out? Why me? Just to make sure a fan from MONTHS ago who had a panic attack... That I was okay? That can't just be the reason. It's too long of a gap to actually remember me just for that.

I bite my lip as I lightly spin in a circle, my hands gripping the chair arms with white knuckles.

The clock on my phone reads 8:24 PM. At 8:31, Tana calls.

"Hey, babe," she said.

It takes me a moment to answer. She picks up on my mood almost immediately.

"What's wrong?"

I shift my phone from one ear to the other. "I ran into Dan today," I deadpanned.

It was several more minutes before Tana recovered from her fangirl scene. It made me smile.

"THE Dan Howell?!"

I nod, and then say "Yes" and she squeals more.

I hold the phone away from my ear.

When she's done, I say: "I literally ran into him last night at a restaurant. I tried to apologize, but choked. Today, I was with Emily, the wife in the family I'm staying with, and we stopped and sat on a bench with ice cream, and as I went to lick the ice cream, I heard someone yell "FREEZE!" and I looked up and it was him."

Tana waited with bated breath.

I continue. "He was with his friend, Phil, and I think they were doing something for a video, because Dan was holding a phone which was pointed at me, and Phil was holding another, pointing it at both of them, occasionally."