murder. heartbreak. suicide.
in this dan x reader, you will face many life and death challenges. some even questioning your real life existence.
summary: on your way up the stairs to your new flat, you meet dan and phil, who soon become your close f...
As I carried the last of my boxes up the stairs, I felt a drop of sweat run down my face. It was a stupid idea to wear old flats to go put crap in my new flat. Once I reached the top of the stairwell, I let out a victory cheer as dropped the clothes filled box.
"Fuck yes!" I screamed. Immediately after, I realized that it sounded very sexual and that I shouldn't have said that. My face turning red, I picked up the box and scrambled to unlock the flat door. Soon it was open, but another door from behind me was opening.
Shit, the neighbors.
Quickly, I turned around to see a blue eye peeking through the door. I an awkward smile and closed my own door. I locked it and slid down against the door, kicking the box off. I also threw my shoes across the room.
I giggled a bit at my own stupidity and soon there was a knock on the door causing me to jump.
"GAAAAAH!" I screamed.
"Shes a fucking monkey," a British voice whispered loudly to an other.
"That's not nice!" A different one replied.
Oh, geez.
I looked through the peephole to see two men with fringes. One had black straightened hair, while the other hair brown curly hair. The brown haired one had on lots of black and the other was brightly dressed.
With my eyes growing wide, I realized: ITS FUCKING DAN AND PHIL.
I opened the door and slid on the door frame, trying to look cool.
"Sup," I said in my swag voice.
Phil laughed and Dan had a confused look glued to his face.
"I'm (Y/N)," I said, locking my (E/C) eyes with Dans brown ones. The look on his face disappeared.
"I'm Dan," he replied, giving a small smile.
"I'm Phil!" Phil jumped in.
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"Well, Phil and Dan, I outta start unpacking my crap." I suggested with a semi-awkward smile.
"Ok, well if you need anything we're right here!" Phil added.
"Thanks! See ya!" I quickly closed the door trying to avoid anymore awkwardness.
As I was grabbing my headphones, I heard the crumbling of paper coming from under the door. I walked across the wooden floor to it and picked it up. It had Phil and Dans phone numbers on them.
I went to my messages and typed in the numbers. I sent them a message saying it was me.
From (Y/N): Hey guys, it's (Y/N), your dumb neighbor.
