Dan Howell x Reader | Chris' Sister

Plane Ride

Hey guys! I low key hate plane rides so I thought I would share an experience that actually happened to me, minus Dan of course. I wish. Enjoy!

(y/n) POV

"You'll be fine (y/n), it's only a plane." Phil said to me as we boarded. Dan nodded and put his arm around me.

"Yeah a giant frickin' metal tube philled(heh) with a hundred people! How the hell does it frickin' fly?!" I said. My breathing was pretty heavy. Obviously I am not a huge fan of flying.

"We will be fine, I promise." Dan said kissing my head. I visibly relaxed except my hand which greedily snatched his. He looked at me, obviously concerned. I have serious problems. I smiled at him awkwardly. Why does he like me? Let's not go there.

"I don't mean to sound like a little brat or anything, but I NEED an aisle seat." I said turning to Dan as we made into the plane. We hadn't even sat down and I already feel claustrophobic. 

"Yeah, sure. Why?" He asked.

"Claustrophobic." I answered, flatly.

He nodded, making a face. The face he makes when he wants to keep something in mind.

How thoughtful. 

The plane was extremely crowded with noisy kids and people that are way to friendly to be real, honestly.

We found two seats, Dan in the middle next to a 19 or 20 year old boy who seemed to eye us oddly and me on the aisle. Phil took the seat in front of mine and I playfully kicked his chair. He turned to look at me and I laughed as he swatted my arm.

"I like your glasses Phil, have I ever told you that?" I asked.

"No, but thank you." He said grinning. I bopped him on the nose.

"Such a smol bean." I said. He rolled his eyes turning around. I looked over at Dan who seemed a tad on edge. Was he jealous? He noticed me staring at him and turned away his face flushed.

"You know your MY smol bean, right?" He grinned at me.

"Of course."

Our moment was interrupted by the whir of the plane engine. We started to move and I gripped the arm of my chair. Dan pulled is up, taking my hand in his. I relaxed slightly as he rubbed small circles with his thumb.

I plugged in my headphones with one hand not wanting to let go of Dan's hand. He grinned at me struggling and helped me. I smile and pressed play.

Attention by Charlie Puth.

I couldn't help but let my mind drift to why Dan was with me.

You just want attention, you don't want my heart  

Does he actually like me or am I just a source of attention. I mean lately things have been all about me which I despise. I had been giving him extra attention in an attempt to take it off of me. Maybe that is what he likes.

Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new  

He can be possessive sometimes. The whole "break up" thing was really difficult in that sort of aspect.

Yeah, you just want attention, I knew from the start. You're just making sure I'm never gettin' over you  

Well, that was the whole motive behind getting me back, right? He didn't want me to move on so he had a chance.

I looked over a him and he smiled at me, squeezing my hand.

I quickly switched the song, leaning back.