Panel // Daniel Howell x Reader

48 Why are we labeled?

"You know how I'm bi?" Sally says to me. I nod, still eating my sad price of pizza.

"We, at this moment, I am a lesbian." I drop my pizza onto the plate and applause, soon a standing ovation.

"On the subject of applause...." she says.

"How about we see Les Mis again... but closer." She leans into me and elongates 'closer'.

I agree and she trlls me who else is coming.

"Daisy and I arranged it, or planned for us two to go. And then she asked if Phil could come, and I said sure, ao I asked if you could come, them I realized how could we have Phil and not Dan, so Dan's coming as well..." she shrugged.

"Fifth wheeling once again. Sally, find yo-self a gurl." I say. She looks at me, for a solid twenty seconds...

"Ohhhhh. When you said your lesbian, you were saying your dating a lesbian, and that wasn't some coming out speech? It all makes sense. Thanks." I bite into my pizza, a steing of plasticy cheese streches and falls onto my chin.

Suddenly Dan barges into the flat.

"Sup bitches. Oh d-*cough* damn..." he gets himself a glass of water and we watch him do so.

"When did he get a key?" Sally asks, shout-whispering.

"He hasn't..." I say, not moving an eye off him. Soon something has come into my head... "but damn, look at that ass..." I said.
Dan cocks a hip in some direction before we turn our heads to the sound of a door.

Sally quickly says "meet mia!"

Before a blonde haired girl walks our from Sally's room.

We all look at her before she backs away swiftly into the room, slamming the door behind her.