Family (A Dan Howell Fic)

.:Oops:.

Today was Thursday, the last day of selling Girl Scout Cookies with Elizabeth. We have been selling them for the past two days nonstop because if we sell the most, Elizabeth will win a bike. I love Elizabeth, she is the closest thing to family for me. I just hate that this is the last "Little Sister" program going on because they are moving the orphanage somewhere far out of London.

I went to pick up Elizabeth when i received a call.

"Hello?"

"Hi. This is Agatha Mills, Elizabeth is feeling ill today so I dont think you'll be able to see her."

"Oh no, is she alright?"

"She's close to a fever, but it's December so I just don't want her to become anymore sick."

"Oh, Tell her to get better!"

"I will, thank you."

The line went dead.

I was really disaporinted that she didnt have enough sales. She was the only one who didn't know how to ride one yet. So I decided to sell for her. I already had the forms in my bag so i started to walk around the first floor and make my way up.I went up to the second floor after some bad luck with the first. This floor was a bit better. Even if they did not buy anythng, some donated. I walked up to the next door and rang the bell.

I could hear someone running down the stairs. That was the thing about this complex. There were too many stairs. I had to wait twice the time for them to walk down the stairs to answer the door, walk back up to get money or decide on what to get, and then come back down to answer me.

As the door opened, I heard pans or something falling and crashing in the background followed by a "Damn!"

"Will you excuse me for a minute?" The man says not even looking at me.

He leaves the door open and I can see him running up the stairs breathing heavily.

"What did you do now, Phil?"

I instantly recognized him. Dan FREAKING Howell. I loved Dan and Phil. They were literally my idols. I tried not to fangirl and breathed slowly so I woul- OH MY GOD. DAN AND PHIL HAVE BEEN LIVING IN MY COMPLEX FOR HOW LONG!? I didn't want to seem weird or anyhting so I decided to pretend i didn't know them. But I wasn't completely sure how long I could hold it in for.

Dan came back down, out of breath. He was totally out of shape. Just like me.

"So sorry, um..."

"Oh, it's fine. So I live on the floor below, I'm trying to sell Girl Scout Cookies for my little sister."

I hand him a flyer and realize my hand is shaking. And so was my voice.

"Are you alright?"

"Y-yea, I'm just not feeling well."

"Ok..Well let me run upstairs real quick and I'll see if I like anything."

I fake a smile and look at my hands. When I can't see him anymore, I take a deep breath. I had been holding it in to prevent myself from saying something stupid.

He comes back down with the form and some money. I still can't believe it is him. I dont think he knows that I know who he is. I look at the fom ans see he doesn't fill out his name, just his room number. It's fine with me but I was curious why.

"Hey, you live right above me." I smile

"Oh, really? Cool"

"Ok, Thank you, Dan." That was how long, that was how long I could hold it in.

I immediatly realize i said "Dan" I go wide eyed and slowly look up at him and see he is also staring at me. I look back down and blush. It was awkward and silent besides the sound of the sink running in the background. I look back up at him and half smile, then turn around so fast. I quickly run up the hall more embarresed than ever.

Im usually alone at home, running my blog. When people talk to me online, it is so casual like i've known them forever. But in public, I cannot function. I guess i've been alone most of my life. I was in honors classes so not many friends who "got" me. My mum was always working so after school I would walk home and do homework. That was my everyday life. No real social interactions.

I sprinted up to my flat and stat at the door. Questioning that moment, when i completely embarresed myself infront of Dan. That blew the chance I had of us ever becoming friends. I doubted that we would actually become friends, even in the far future. I slid down against my door and just thought.

When I need to think I like to jog it helps me focus. Once I read an audiobook for class whilst jogging and got all the questions right. So I went to change into my running clothes and started stretching. I actually bought these running clothes out of guilt. I didn't think I would actually use them though. Until I realized how calming it was to jog, or run. even if it was 45 degrees, and I was sweating, I didn't feel stress. I would obviously not get far, because I am completely out of shape, but the 30 minutes I do run, I get shit done.