Panel // Daniel Howell x Reader

3 Bedrooms

I wake up, in my room. But not. It's my room but mirrored. And it smells like boy. But not in a bad way.

I go to run my fingers through my hair but suddenly I feel something know my hand that certainly isn't my hair. My hand is bound with toilet roll. A very bad bandage.

"This is horribly done..." I whisper to myself.

"Well excuse you." Something says. It's Dan. Why was it's Dan?- oh yeah.
He took me to his room after my accident.

"That was terrifying." I say lookin at him, but feeling too tired for emotion.
"This room is way too similar to my room. It makes me uncomfortable."

"Well your not waking up was terrifying. I didn't know whether you were in a coma or not. Well. I knew you weren't." He smirks. I sit up. "Hey did you know you sleep talk?" He laughs.

"Oh no... I started rapping your roast myself challenge didn't I?" If I did I will gladly relive tonight over instead of having him see that.

"I'd have recorded that if you were to do so, but no. You just had a conversation. All completely unfiltered. It was amusung. But a bit scarring." He said pulling out his phone.
A drowsy version of me starts talking on his screen.
"I really like this. This is nice." Unconsuous me mumbles. Suddenly my facial expression changes. "Can you help me?" I watch. What the hell was i dreaming of. Dan replie,"no." And soon the uncinsious me starts getting emotional. Dan turn off the video. I bury my head in my knees.

"I hate that. I hate that very much. I wasn't sane. Awh now look. I'm getting emotional again. Yknow what Dan-" I say and I lift my head from my knees and look up at him.
He has been recording.

I think about what my appearance might look like at the moment. Tears streaming. Pale. Hair a mess. All while dressed in semi formal wear.

"DAN NOOOOOOO" i scream reaching for his phone. But he has topped filming and his putting is phone away in his pocket. I pull a face at him.

Suddenly, the door opens and a drunken Phil collapse on the floor. I just sort of stare at him, laying there. I start just daydreaming. I blink get out of my daze only to realise that Dan was lifting him up and I was now starring at Dan's crotch.

"Shit!" I say. Dan looks at me, oblivious as to why i was was swearing. Once Phil is asleep in bed - looking tired and drunk, Dan and I actually start talking.

"Dan, Have you been here since I passed out?" He smiles and then says yes.

"I barely know you." I say tilting my head.

"Well, we are both awkward specimens, and you somehow found out how to not awkwardly yet awkwardly start a conversation. Plus I kinda pushed you over." He says laughing, massaging the back of his neck.

"Awh stop it." I smirk.

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Once we had been talking for a while, I decide go back to the room, ( it was tomorrow after all), then to realise that i was keyless.
So I decide to do the clever thing and knock on my door. No response.
I knock again and soon scavenge through my bad in search for my phone.
I call Sally and put my ear up against the door to see if I can hear anything. I am left deaf in the sound of silence, so I think of my options.

,,

I knock on Dan and Phil's door.

I knock on his door and whine his name.
"Daaaaaannnnnn?" I repeat this a few times.
He opens the door.

"Erm, yes Y/N didn't you just leave? Could you not get back in?" Dan says his head poking out the door.

"I think Sally has passed out in our room, so she hasn't or won't open the door. Do you have any space for me? Anything. The floor or a sofa."

"Em-" he turns into the room to look for space "- yeah, if I share with Phil, there's space," Dan says smiling. (Phan)

I walk into the identicam room and pull my bag off my back. I look through all the supplies I brought. Their wasn't the first time Sally had left me in this situation. It wasn't the second or third time either...

Dan indicates to his bed and tells me I can sleep there tonight. Phil had a double bed.

I put on some fluffy socks and plug my phone in to charge. I sit down on the bed and feel very tired. I should get changed before I sleep....
Wait-

"Dan. I don't have any pyjamas. Do you have, like a shirt or anything? Sorry for being a hassle..."I admit. I feel Hella frickin guilty woah.

Dan says I'm no hassle and goes towards the suitcase.
He opens it and looks for a bit. He chuckles and pulls out a shirt. It has cats on it. I recognise it -immediately. What kind of a fan girl would I be otherwise. It was the shift he got I'm Boston when he went to NASA. It's the cat shirt.

"Seriously?" I smile. He nods and smiles. I go into the bathroom and remove my clothes and put the shirt on from above my head. Damn t feels like it will go on forever- its so big.

I exit the bathroom and turn to Dan. He laughs.

"You are so small! That's massive on you!" He says through laughs. I sigh and shake my head at him as I walk aggressively to the bed.

"Wait can you-" he says. I turn around to him. He has his phone out, and is ready for a photo. I wince at him and then give in, smiling for a photo.

Dan thanks me and I courtesy -yes the shirt was that big.

I tuck myself in under the bed, and get my phone from beside me.

"Can post this?" Dan asks me. I urn my head to look at the photo of me in the shirt.

"WoAh its fucking huge." I mumble to myself. Dan laughs and nods.

"Soooo......" he asks.

"Oh shit- yeah. Sure." I smile. He thanks me and we then go onto our phones and wait until one of us needs to sleep to turn off the light.