Daniel Howell Imagines

Fluff #6 Back to School Stress

Your P.O.V

"Hey, Baby." Dan says as I enter his front door, tossing my glasses to the side.

"Hey." I sigh, pecking his cheek, a small smile creeping onto my face.

"How was the first day in high school?" He hands find their way to my face, caressing my cheeks. I try to hold back the tears from falling. Dan and I go to different schools, but live near each other so we get to see each other often.

"Y/n... Baby?" He asks softly, using his thumb to wipe away the tears that escaped. I immediately break down, my head falling onto his shoulder. His long arms wrap around my shoulders and mine go around his torso. Dan holds me close, quietly coaxing me to calm down and talk.

"Hey, hey. What happened?" He asks, petting my hair.

"I don't wanna go back." I whisper, my face falling into the crook of his neck as I sit in his lap on the floor.

"Alright, who's ass do I have to kick?" He tries to lighten the mood. I laugh softly.

"No one's... yet. It's only the first day and I'm already so overwhelmed with homework and things to remember. I hate having advanced classes." I sniffle. Dan rocks us back and forth slightly.

"You can get them changed." He says, making me sigh.

"No, I need those classes, Dan. They are going to look good on my college applications." I groan frustratedly.

"Baby, you're in year nine. You have four years to do advanced classes. I hate seeing you like this." He makes me look at him. His face drops as he looks at me sadly. I didn't sleep last night and today was extremely uncomfortable.

"There has to be at least one single thing you enjoyed today." He emphasizes. I think for a second before a smile plasters on my face.

"Drama was pretty fun." I mention, "We played ice breaker games today and they were really fun."

"See, just look forward to drama class and your day will be better." He says. I frown again.

"I have it every other day, remember? I have a block schedule."

"Awe, I'm sorry, Princess. I didn't remember." He thinks for a second, "tell me about this drama class. It seems to make you happy."

"It was so much fun. The teacher, Mrs. Brian, is the most animated human being I've ever met. Her personality is just... she'll make you smile no matter what." I gush.

"Man, I think I've been replaced." Dan jokes.

"No, I love you more." I kiss his lips.

"Okay, good enough for me." He smiles widely, pecking my lips again. We stand up and dust ourselves off before moving to the sofa in the lounge.

"What did you guys do?" He asks. I lay my legs on either side of his lap, our hips touching so that I can rest my head on his shoulder.

"We kind of just played ice breaker games and "acted" a bit." I giggle at the memories, "Mu favorite was a game called "Splat". Basically the class forms a big circle and the person in the middle picks people. If they pick you, you have to yell "splat" and you have to duck down. The people on either side of you have to high five over your head. If someone is late or doesn't duck down, they have to be in the middle." I explain.

Dan's P.O.V

Seeing Y/n break down like that breaks my heart. She doesn't deserve all of this stress. But seeing her so happy and passionate about something else makes me smile so much.

"What're you smiling so much about?" She pokes my nose. The smile remains on my face but a small blush creeps onto my cheeks.

"Just seeing you so happy and passionate about this instead of upset and stressed makes me happy." I reply.

"Awe, that's so sweet." She says, pushing me onto my back gently and straddling my lower stomach. I rest my hands on her outer-thighs, rubbing circles with my thumbs. Her hands rest on top of mine and she sighs.

"My chest really hurts." She complains. I rub her thighs gently and give her a worried look.

"Stress." Is all she says before laying her head on my chest, little sniffles leaving her.

"Don't cry, everything will get better. We'll sort this out." I rub her back, feeling it shake with the silent sobs leaving her.

"Why am I so moody today?" She asks, more to herself.

"You're just overwhelmed, Y/n." I yell her. She cries for a few more minutes and the we order a pizza and watch t.v together until my parents come home.

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