Danny Boy (a Dan Howell/danisnotonfire fanfiction) *IN HEAVY EDITING*

1) Dan

A/N:

Okay so the first two chapters (okay like the first three) are so cringey I want to kill myself, but it really does get better so sorry for the first couple but idk how to change it.

"I'm so sorry folks but Flight two-oh-nine to London will be delayed for approximately 2 days because of the incoming ice storm. Thank you and sorry for the inconvenience," the flight attendant says in a monotone voice.

Where will I go? It's almost February and it's the middle of an ice-storm. I don't know anyone here either, I think to myself. Running my hand through my hair tangled, curly hair, I exit the plane. Time to talk to people. Yay.

I scan the airport after retrieving my bag and my eyes stop on a girl, maybe 20. She's in jeans and a sweater with tall brown boots and a trench coat over the top. She looks trustworthy enough. "Excuse me, miss?"

"Yes, si-? Oh my goodness! You're Dan Howell!" She exclaims then slams her hand over her berry stained lips and blushes. "Oops, sorry you probably don't want people to swarm you. I'll shut up. What were you asking?" 

"Oh um yes. That's me. I was wondering where the nearest hotel was? And how I might get there?" I chuckle at how much her face is lit up. Obviously she's a fan, but thankfully one of the less insane ones, and more considerate considering she didn't faint or scream.

"Well, let me think," Her brow scrunches and her hazel eyes squint in consentration. "There's lots of hotels around here, I could look up the closest one to the airport. About a cab, there aren't that many here because there aren't that many people here. I could be your personal taxi if you would trust a fan."

I laugh. "No if you'd drive me that'd be great. Are you waiting for someone?"

She seemed to be bursting with happiness, "Nope. Just dropped off my Gramps and Granny. Alright let's get you a hotel."

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We walked into the parking lot. She was quite cute. Large eyes. Messy, curly, light brown hair. Medium height, but short compared to me, and a curvy figure, not stick thin.

"I love your sweater by the way." I say as we hop in an orange Jeep, after me almost getting in on the wrong side. I don't understand why Americans have to be differnt. I don't know her yet, it seems like it fits her personality.

She blushes at my complement and her jaw tightens like she's restraining a scream. Actually she might be. Oops. "Oh, um, thanks. I love llamas."

I smile. "Me too."

Her blush deepens as she turns the ignition. "I know."

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"I'm sorry, sir. We don't have any rooms available." The clerk says in a polite, but bored voice.

"None? This is the fifth hotel!" I say highly annoyed.

The man at the desk looks at his computer again, obvious annoyance in his voice. "I again am very sorry, sir. This ice storm has filled everyone up."

I mutter my thanks and return to the Jeep. "No luck?" Addi asks me.

"No luck." I confirm and rub my neck.

"Well that's the last one close enough to the airport that isn't a slum or a money raker." She says.

"Ugh what am I going to do? I have two days and I don't want to live at the airport." I run my hand through my curly damp hair from the falling snow.

It's silent for a bit except for her black fingernails drumming on the steering wheel.

"I guess," She starts cautiously. "You could stay with me if you want. My apartment is only one bedroom but the couch pulls out to make a bed. I mean you probably don't want to because I'm a fan but mi casa es su casa and such."

I'm going to say no. I mean, this is a total stranger. Complete stranger and a fan! All I know about her is that she drives an orange Jeep, likes books, watches my videos, her name, and she likes music, but there's something in me that trusts her.

"That would be great. Really, thanks" I smile with full dimples. Okay full dimples aren't a good idea because she blushes and I can tell she's internally screaming.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING DANIEL? The logical side of me screams. You could be brutally murdered, or she could cut your hair and sell it, or sell you. You're an idiot. Turn around and keep searching.

She smiles, and it might be the most beautiful thing I've seen all day, "Fantastic. Let's go then."