Panel // Daniel Howell x Reader

31 Daisies

Smol beans POV

Dan hasn't eaten anything for days. He has become scarily pale. (Paler than me even!) He sits on tumblr and youtube - which is regular - but for vast amounts of time.

He has been tweeting random things as regular, to seem calm, but he hasn't been active at all... I'm worried. [PHAN IS REAL]

I finally go up to him and encourage he eats food.... and has a shower..

"Look, Dan, you need to eat."

"Not necessarily."

"You cant live off tumblr and cat videos!"

"... I have this lon-"

"DAN. Just, eat... have a shower, get changed, we're going to Starbucks."

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"I'll have a coffee frap please.." I say. I know, there are a bunch of other drinks, but I am stressed and I need a reboot...

"I'll have some tea, please." Dan says. I didn't object, maybe he felt the same as me. We both did miss Y/N, I didn't miss her as much as Dan.

We sit down in a corner. The place was quiet, and the Batista was cleaning the counter tops.

"She spelt my name correctly, what about you..." Dan says. I look at my hot off-white cup.

"She must be a phan." I say.
Dan looks up, a small smile appeared.

"It says Smol Bean. Why? Why does it say that for me and not you?!" I say. Dan smiles. I'm relieved.

"Wait, you just said Howell didn't you? For my name." Dan says. I nod.

"She write god damned DJ Howell." He says, pulling out his phone to tweet it.

I look at the barrista and smile at her. She smiles back at me. Nobody was in Starbucks but us. She walks over.

"Everything okay over here?" She says with a slight Scottish accent.

"Yup. Everything is just fine. Thanks for the smol bean, by the way." I say. She giggles, her brown hair falling in front of her face. Her green eyes glowing.

"I'm Daisy. Daisy Quinn." She says.

Dan looks at me. He squints.

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Once we leave Dan turns to me.
"You like her..." He says, looking straight.

"What?! No!" I say, startled.

"We've had this conversation. Remember?"

"... no. When?"

"When I met y/n..."