Letters For You | dan howell x reader

pt 5

The jeep was filled with laughing, energized people.

I was dumbfounded at the fact at how many people actually wanted to come to the beach with us. Peony suggested it, and I just went along with it. I wanted to invite Daniel with me so I wouldn't be alone. He was all smiley and giggly when I told him and he was so ecstatic. He came over to our apartment in his swim trunks and a black and gray Hawaiian shirt, holding a beach bag filled with sunscreen, towels, and earbuds.

Dan's sitting next to me in the jeep and is trying to get as much warm sunlight from the open window as he could. He was so adorable with his stupid smile.

Everyone was so ecstatic to be at the beach. God knows how long we've been driving to get there. Everyone went straight to the ocean. Didn't even bother setting everything up, leaving Dan and I to do it alone. We set up the towels and put the coolers to the side. Luckily, hardly anyone was at the beach today. It was really peaceful. Besides our friends yelling and being dorks, the only other thing you could hear were the waves. Somehow they're calmingly vicious.

Dan and I decided to talk before going in the water. It didn't hurt did it?

"You know, you don't talk a lot about your childhood. I mean I hardly know that stuff."

"I guess it was pretty lame," he smiles staring at me sweetly.

"But you didn't do anything?" I asked, "No parties? No girlfriends?" I nudged his shoulder and winked at him jokingly.

He chuckled a bit, "My parents passed when I was 15 in a car accident."

I sat in shock. Why is it now he decided to open up? Every other time we hang out, he says nothing. What's making him do this now? I mean, I don't hate it. By all means, I'm glad he's telling me things. But what's been building it up to make him explain it now?

"I'm so sorry."

"No don't be sorry, it's not your fault. I felt like I should tell you. I mean, like, it's been how long? 8 months since I met you?"

I think about that for a second. Eight months.

"My grandparents took care of me till I was old enough and I moved out for uni. Glad I did because I wouldn't have met you," he smiles. He seemed so unbothered by it. I didn't want to ask though, just in case if he felt uncomfortable afterwards. I didn't want to put him in that situation. So instead, I smile and rest my head on his shoulder.

He's lying on his back now, eyes shut, on the towel, somehow not freezing cold from the misty sea wind. I put my book down and scoot towards his face, trying to get a better look at it. He's gorgeous. Even though he is in black and white, he's amazing. I get closer to his face hoping he doesn't notice. I hate seeing him colorless. His freckles are my favorite part about him, but I'm too afraid to tell him that.

All of a sudden, he opens his eyes. But he doesn't flinch. And neither do I. He stares into my eyes, as do I. I try not to blink, just so I can look at him longer. I'm just trying to figure out what is running through his mind. What's he thinking about? I can't help but finally blink after god knows how long. But once I do, everything changes.

We look at each other in pure silence. Just the beach waves and our friends' laughters filling our ears. But it goes dead silent. Daniel's eyes are no longer the black color I knew and loathed. His eyes became a dark brown. A dark brown that somehow glistened while the sun was on his face. His face wasn't covered in light grey specks. Instead, his face was a tan with very light brown speckles. His hair wasn't black. It was a messy blob of brown hair that was no longer black.

Before I could speak, Dan shut me up by kissing me.

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