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It's been four hours, and you and Dan have been texting each other the entire time. At this point, it's just unimportant shit. You hear a groan coming from the living room, and you go to check on Ashlynn. She's on the ground, and she looks around. (hey i'm rhyming and i'm running out of timing?)

"I see you've come to get me." She says, holding her head.

"Yes, I have, do you have a hangover?" You ask, handing her the pills and water as she sits up.

"Yeah, a big one. What time is it?" You check the time on your phone. 4:44 AM.

"Almost five in the morning, it's been four hours since we got back."

"More like you, I didn't want to leave!" Ashlynn whines.

"Ash. If I hadn't saved you from that stupid party, you'd be in even more pain right now."

"Yeah... I guess you're right. My memories a bit fuzzy, but I do remember pushing you into a hot dude. How did that go?" You look back down at your phone, with a blush beginning to prick at your cheeks. "YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! YOU GOT HIM!" She says excitedly.

"Well, not exactly..." You say, a frown forming on your face. It was only our first meeting, he obviously doesn't think of me the same way. He probably never will. You think, sighing.

"Oh come on! What happened?"

"Well, when you pushed me into him, I kind of just lingered in his arms for a minute... We just stayed there, staring at each other. It may have been a couple of seconds, but it felt like an eternity... GOD! Why do I have to be so cheesy?" You say, face-palming. Ashlynn laughs, and stands up to hold your shoulders.

"Y/N, I think you might just have a crush on someone..." She says, giving you a hug. "It might be too early to tell, but I'm pretty sure he does too. Do you know his name?" His name. HIS NAME! Oh god I have to tell her...  You think, remembering that the man you fell into was no other than Daniel Howell.

"H-his name is Dan..." Is all you say, looking back up at her to see a face full of shock and excitement.

"Y/N! Do you mean- like- THE REAL FUCKING DANIEL HOWELL?!" Ashlynn says, jumping up and down. "Oww- maybe I should sit down. But, NO FUCKING WAY!" You nod happily and go over to hug her. "You know what this means right? We moved into their flat! I thought I recognized those plushies in the windowsill below ours!" She says, still bouncing up and down like a child. A wave of tiredness hits you; from jet-lag.

"Hey, I'm gonna head to my make-shift bed, you know, because of jet-lag." You say, yawning and rubbing your eyes. "Talk tomo- today, I guess." You say with a laugh and head to your room. You change into a baggy shirt+sweatpants/totoro onsie before crashing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  DAN'S POV (yes i'm doing this mates)

I wake up, hearing a loud banging coming from the flat above us. Sex? Doesn't sound like it. I hear two people talking, and I eavesdrop.

"Y/N! Do you mean- like- THE REAL FUCKING DANIEL HOWELL?! Oww- maybe I should sit down. But, NO FUCKING WAY! You know what this means right? We moved into their flat! I thought I recognized those plushies in the windowsill below ours!" I hear one girl speak. Wait, I felt like I recognized that name. I continued listening.

  "Hey, I'm gonna head to my make-shift bed, you know, because of jet-lag." I hear Y/N say. Is it possible she knows who Phil and I are? I hope not. That would be kind of awkward... but, I doubt it. It's probably just me hearing things. I think, snuggling back under my covers and deciding to text Y/N about it.

Dan:

Hey Y/N! I know it's late, but just wondering, do you happen to know what I do for a living?

I then turn off my phone and fall into a deep sleep.

A/N:

hey y'all! sorry these have been shit chapters. i guess it's just 'cause i'm starting this story. anyways, i'm going to try and uploading at least 1 chapter a day, if not 2. hope you guys are enjoying this though :D i do have a 3 day weekend, so i should be able to post. cya all later! bye bye! (p.s. 736 words what the fuck why do i do this) ~rags




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