Dan Howell Smut

Tear in my Heart (from Tumblr)

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The day had gone by slowly, Dan had been out with Phil all day shooting a day in the life video. As your two flat mates had been out and about, you had lounged around the house all day, taking this opportunity to have a day-long jam session to some of your favorite songs.

The sun had just began to set, hues of red, whites, and purples dancing across the furniture in your small kitchen from the window. With nothing left to do, you might as well tidy the place up. You began to slip dishes into the dishwasher as Victorious played from your speaker that was currently hooked up via Bluetooth to your phone.

"My touch, is black and poisonous, and nothing like my punch." You sang along with the song, dancing with plates and cups in your hands. "Oh, we gotta turn up the crazy. Livin' like a washed up celebrity." You bellowed, turning the volume all the way up on your phone. You kicked the dishwasher shut, singing the lyrics as loud as your lungs would allow, dancing all around the kitchen. You slip onto the counter, kicking your feet in beat with the music, allowing the music to dissolve the world around you.

You proceeded to tidy the kitchen, throwing trash in the bin,and wiping off the counters, when Tear in My Heart began playing. Immediately you slid across the kitchen, belting the lyrics as you did. "Sometimes you've gotta bleed to know, that you're alive and have a soul!"

The music played on as you danced around the kitchen and chanted the words to this song that you had played over and over again. The music moved through you, continuing to dissolve whatever was left of the reality you were in and allowing you to enter a new one that included just you and the music.

You slid across the kitchen floor once more, ending your slide in a 360 degree spin. "The songs on the radio are okay, but my taste in music is your face!" You sang as you threw some paper cups into the bin, swinging your hips as you danced over to the sink. You retrieved a rag from a drawer, soaking it with soap and water before you wiped off the counter with it, slowly swaying your hips as the music slowed down.

"You feel asleep in my car I drove the whole time, but that's okay I'll just avoid the holes so you sleep fine." You softly sang under your breath, entrapped in your other reality. As you continued to murmur along with the song, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind you, shattering your alter reality and bringing you back into the real one.

Shocked, and dazed from your sudden evacuation from your mirage, you step backwards into the person, a yelp escaping your lips.

"OH, shit" The person yelled as you fell into them, struggling to keep you both balanced. "Easy, easy, it's just me." You heard the familiarly deep and smooth voice of Dan say in your ear as he helped you back upright.

"Well for fucks sake! You cant scare me like that!" You yelled at him, shutting off the music and slapping him on the arm with rag you had just been using to wipe off the counter.

"I yelled that I was back when I came into the door with Phil. But, I'm not surprised you didn't hear me since your music was so God damn loud." He snipped at you, a playful smirk plastered on his lips. "Although, now that I think about it I'm glad you didn't hear me as I quite enjoyed your dancing. It was a delightfully unexpected treat." His eyes scanned you up and down, shamelessly checking you out while the smirk spread wider across his face.

Your face grew hot, and you felt the urge to smack him with the rag again grow inside you. Before the chance to act upon that urge presented itself, you felt his arm return to your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your anger subsided, and was replaced by warmth. You could never stay mad at his dimple-faced, brown-eyed stare.