Dan Howell x Reader | Chris' Sister

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I gripped the mug tightly in my hand. How could he be so attentive to the first time we met? How could he get me something so personal? I scanned over the note again and something stuck out to me that I had just read over before.

Love,

Dan

Was this just because I was weak? A friendly gesture? Or did he actually...Love me?

"Do you like it?" a voice asked from the doorway.

I looked up to see Dan looking at me nervously, as if I wasn't going to like the gift. 

"Like it? no." I replied and his face drooped. "I love it" he looked up at me confused. 

"That was a cruel joke." he said chuckling. He walked over to me, sitting next to me on the gray duvet. "I'm glad you LOVE it" he said putting his arm around me shoulder playfully.

"Sorry for taking your bed." I said.

"No no it was my idea, just as long as you are ok." he said. 

"thanks..." I said. then it went silent.

" Hey, what have you been up to lately?" I asked starting the conversation. 

"Nothing you?"

"Besides internally dying...nothing much." I said and he smiled. "Got any girlfriends?"I asked.

"Uh no." he said quickly. 

"Anyone in mind?"

"...no."

"Ha! you paused! who is it."

"I can't say." 

"Why? Is it Phil?"

"god no, if that's what you think we need to have a discussion."

"Come on... who?"

"no." 

"I'll tell you mine..." I said looking at him. He said nothing and I began.

"Well Benedict Cumberbatch Is BAE, but that's unrealistic so... a friend maybe. Who knows me well." I explained.

He looked at me. "A friend, huh." He asked.

He knew I was hinting at him. "Yup... I just don't know who."

We stared at each other for a couple of seconds. His eyes are so pretty. He inched forward catching my lips with his. Small fireworks erupt throughout my body as his hand found my waist and mine his hair. We pulled apart and I looked at him smiling at me.

"Yeah, I was thinking like Phil or something." I said smiling and he laughed.