Daniel James Howell is a sixteen year old gay boy who dresses in pastels and flower crowns, and can't be bothered to straighten his hair. He listens to NeverShoutNever, Taylor Swift, and Oh Honey. So why on Earth does Phillip Lester, bad boy supreme, follow him, if he's only ever hung out with similarly punk friends with muscles and piercings and tattoos? Because there is no way, n-o w-a-y, that he could like Dan. Right?

Part 1 of the infamous series. Feelings appear. Sparks fly. Love rises. Problems occur. Please note: This story is now very old (7 years old in 2020) and I'd like to think my writing has improved since then! There are a bunch of cringey parts and bad writing in here, but enjoy and thanks for reading! :)