Letters For You | dan howell x reader

pt 1

"I don't think we're doing this right," I say taking apart two wood planks from the set.

"Ugh, these Ikea instructions make no sense," Dodie says rubbing her eyes. "I told you Evan should've helped."

"I didn't want to bother him, he's too busy studying with Sammy," she says getting up and walking over to her bed and sitting down.

Being university students who recently decided to move out of their uni house because they were done with their flatmates making messes, was getting tiring. So my friend, Dodie, and I decided to move out together. It wasn't easy, it took months for us to save for a place. We managed to finally find a cheap, nice, flat around the neighborhood and we couldn't wait to move in. But now that we have, we've been having quite a lot of trouble putting together furniture and organizing things.

"I'm gonna get some Starbucks, I can't handle doing this for another hour," I say getting up and walking out of her room, "Want anything?"

She shakes her head and lays down on her back, placing her hands over her face. I head to my room and grab my jacket and bag and I head out the door. I look outside and it looks the same as always.

Plain.

The sky is a light gray. The stairs a dark gray. The walls are a very light gray. Everything we see is just a mixture of black and white. Its like theres no happiness in the world. Well when you look at it at least. Everything just seems so bland. We're told that once we find our soul mate, we get to see all the colours we imagined (but it's kind of hard to picture colours that we've never seen before). No one really has a concept for what colours are like. Unlike our parents who literally fall in love with each other more and more everyday, get to see colour more and more everyday...Well except for when one doesn't do the dishes.

Anyways, it was just like a normal day in my town. Wet. It's been raining for ages and it's been more depressing than normal. I speed walk through the rain and into the nearest Starbucks on the corner of the street. The aroma of coffee and warmth fill me up with joy. I've always loved the aesthetic and surroundings of coffee shops. It just gives me a nice feeling whenever I walk in.

I get into the line and look up to the black haired person in front of me. He's pretty tall, maybe 6 foot? Why does everyone have to be so tall in this town? Or maybe I'm just short. I don't know anymore. The man walked up to the empty register and waited for the lady to come back and take his order.

"Next," says the cashier walking over to the register along with another woman, "What can I get for you?"

"One caramel macchiato please," The black haired man and I say in union. We both look at each other and chuckle. The woman smiles at us, "Two caramel macchiato's coming up."

"I like your taste in coffee," the stranger smiled at me. "Heh, thanks, yours is pretty cool too I guess," I reply. I pay the nice lady and walk over to an empty table close to the pick up area. I pull out my phone to see an array of notifications from my twitter. Sure I have a couple hundred followers but I'm not that active, and when I am, I'm just stalking my celebrity crushes.

"Is this seat taken?"

I look up and see the stranger smiling down at me. I can't help but nod, I mean I don't feel like being social today but he seems kind and I'm too nice to say no. "So you like caramel macchiatos?"

I smile, "Sort of, I guess I just needed the caffeine today."

"I see," he replies. I finally decided to meet his eyes and oh god was he pretty. His curly black hair had speckles of water droplets from the rain. He had tiny freckles on the bridge of his nose and cheek bones. His eyes were a dark toned black, yet they still shone in the dimly lit coffee shop. He wore a black and white flannel with a large jacket on top along with some dark black skinny jeans. "What's your name?" I started.

"Daniel, y/n, caramel macchiato's!" The woman yelled from behind the counter. "Well I guess that answers your question for you," he states as he gets up and grabs his drink, "You have a very lovely name by the way."

Before I could say anything he smiles heads for the door, "See you stranger." I look back down at the table, feeling myself blush. What just happened?  I wonder.

And just for a split second, I thought I saw the table turn a different colour.