Still Holding On (A Daniel Howell x reader)

Chapter 35

Dan and I stayed like that for a while. It was comfortable. Because we all know that I love falling asleep on Dan, that's exactly what I did.

I feel him left me up and set me on the bed gently before trying to walk off. I open my eyes slightly and say, "Stay."

He looks at me with a loving smile and lays next to me. I move my body closer to him and bury my head in his chest. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me close, eventually falling asleep too.

***

The next morning, I wake up with Dan still holding me close. I peck his nose and try getting away from his grasp. Though, whatever I do, it makes his grip tighten. I look over at him again and notice a small smile forming on his face.

"I know you're awake, doofus."

"Sleep," he whines in a sleepy voice.

"Dan, it's 10. We need to get up."

"Nooooooo," Dan whines, snuggling his head in my neck.

"Come on Dan."

He finally lets go of my waist and sits up.

"So what'cha doing today," I say, leaning against him.

"Uh, I don't know. What do you want to do?"

"I don't know. How about we go out?"

"And do what?" He asks, making me think of everything.

"Maybe we can go to the park? That'll be fun and not too much work.

"Y/n, being outside is too much work."

"You're so dramatic," I say rolling my eyes.

I get up and look back at Dan to see if he got up too. He's laying right back down and to be honest, I'm not surprised.

"Dan get up!"

He jumps up and looks around, noticing me with my hands on my hips. He shakes his head and gets up.

I walk out as he grabs his shirt and I realize that I have no clothes here. I turn around and walk right back into Dan's room....while he was changing his shorts.

"Oh my god! I'm sorry!" I scream in embarrassment, slamming the door.

I can hear him laughing behind the door and my cheeks flush with red. A few seconds later, he opens the door with a smile on his face.

I push his shoulder and smile in embarrassment. I can't believe I did that.

"Did you enjoy that?" he says with a smirk.

"Shut the fuck up Howell!" I laugh.

"Why," he whines, hugging me.

"Get off me," I say while giggling.

"But you love me."

"Do I?" I tease.

"Do you?"

He looks slightly hurt.

"Of course Dan. I promise," I said and hugged him.

He hugs back and digs his head into the crease of my neck. He mumbles something that I couldn't quite hear and leans back up. He smiles and lets me enter the room. I walk in and I can feel him staring at me.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer."

"How the fuck did you know I was staring at yourrr-you. How I was staring at you."

"Was Daniel Howell staring at my nonexistent ass?"

"It's not nonexistent."

"Oh, so you were looking?"

His face flushes red and I can't help but laugh. I grab my clothes, or well Dan's, and turn around. I kiss Dan's cheek and leave the room. I walk into the bathroom and strip down. I look at myself in the mirror and instantly hate myself. How does Daniel fucking Howell even like me? I'm fat and ugly while he is hot as hell. 

He has everything a girl wants in a guy. Humor, hotness, sweetness, loyalty, dimples, curly brown hair, soft brown eyes, and a bright smile. How could someone not love him? I mean, a lot of people do love him. He has a lot of fans. He has Phil. Then, there's me. I only have him and Phil. I lost everyone. My parents fucking abandoned me for god's sake. Cameron went to jail and I have no idea if he is out now. All my friends from high school forgot about me. I would be alone if it wasn't for Dan and Phil.

I silently cry while looking in the mirror. I don't deserve them. They deserve so much better. I put my clothes on, or well my pants and bra, and slide down the sink. I put my head in my knees and wrap my arms around them. 

After a while of crying, I hear a knock on the door. I don't even look up and see who's at the door. The door slowly opens and I feel them get down to my height and touch my arm. I flinch and look up to see who it was. Dan looks at me with concerning eyes.

"Y/n, babe, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm okay."

"No, you're not. You've been crying."

"I'm fucking okay Daniel," I snap. My face softens at his face of hurt. "Sorry. I'm sorry," I bust out in tears again.

He wraps his arms around me pulls me to his lap so I could cry on his chest. Why do I always cause problems?