You (Dan Howell x Reader)

"HEY! Watch it!" you hear the man say. But you notice that he seems kind of familiar... As "High Hopes" blares over the club-house speakers, you two just stare into each others eyes for a moment.

Had to have high high hopes for a living,

Shootin' for the stars when I couldn't make a killin'!

Didn't have a dime but I always had a vision,

Always had high high hoooopessss...

You quickly stand up, realizing that you two have just been staring at each other the entire time.

"S-sorry..." You stutter, as you start to speed walk away from him. Who was that? You wonder. It suddenly hits you like a boulder. That man, was no other than Dan Howell. I just fell into the arms of Dan Howell. I just- I JUST FELL INTO THE ARMS OF DANIEL JAMES HOWELL! You instantly freak out, knowing how weird and awkward it must've been for him to experience that. You feel a slight tap on your shoulder, and instantly whip around. It's Dan again, and his face is beet red.

"H-hey..." He says, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"H-hi... Sorry about that, my drunk fri-"

"No no. It's honestly fine. Uh, what's your name?

"Okay, well, I'm Y/N. I already- I mean- what's your name?" You ask, almost letting it slip that you're a fan of him. You're not going to tell him right now, it's too early.

"Oh uh- my name is Daniel, but you can just call me Dan."

"N-nice name." You say, trying to conceal your inner fangirl and social anxiety. "I think I better get going now, you know, settling in and everything..." You say, starting to walk away. He grabs you by the shoulder again and turns you to face him.

"Oh uh, before you go, I was wondering if I could have your number. You know, just to keep in touch I guess..." He says awkwardly, obviously regretting what he said.

"Sure! Could I have your phone to put it in real quick?" You say, but then laugh under your breath and think: That's what he said. You type in your number, and add a really unflattering picture of yourself. You also put your contact name as "Party Girl 🎉🎉🎉".

"Thanks!" Dan says, retreating to a black haired man which you assume is Phil. You grab Ashlynn's arm, and head back to the apartment. She protests, but you drag her back anyways. She crashes onto your couch, the only furniture you have. You set two pills and glass of water down on the floor next to her, and head to your room. You sit on the floor, and cup your hands in your face as you ponder what the fuck just happened. You see that you have a text from Dan.

+12 123-456-7890:
Hey. This is Dan. From the party?

You read the message, and eagerly type a response.