Dan Howell [Danisnotonfire] x Reader

Damn Fangirls. . .

You woke up and remembered that you slept at Dan's place. Wait. Your in Dan's bed. You quickly looked to the right side of the bed, half glad it was empty. Half.

You got up and realized that you were still wearing what Dan had dressed you in during the Truth or Dare video yesterday. You took the hairtie on your wrist and put your hair in a ponytail as you exited Dan's room. You made your way to the lounge and saw Dan sleeping on the couch while sitting up, his hands still in typing position on his laptop. You couldn't help but laugh, which woke Dan.

He smiled a kind of embarrassed smile as he instinctively fixed his hair, only to realize that it was still curly, since he'd taken a shower after 'tucking you in'.

"Good morning, Dan," you said as you sat down next to him on the couch and hugged his arm.

"Good morning, (Y/N). What time is it?" Dan asked after kissing you on the head. You rested your head on his shoulder in response. Your eyes flicked around, looking for a clock somewhere.

"9:47 A.M.," you respond.

"Too early," he groaned as he slumped down.

"Go ahead, sleep. I'll come over later," you said, kissing him on the cheek. You grabbed him a blanket and draped it over his body.

"Thank you. I love you," Dan said sleepily as he snuggled up beneath the blanket.

"Love you, too," you said back. You headed towards the door and grabbed your purse and shoes. You left the apartment of Dan and Phil and returned to yours.

You look inside (F/N)'s room, where she was sleeping. You changed into some sweatpants and a t-shirt and grabbed your laptop. You made yourself a bowl of cereal to eat whilst you browse the internet. You open your laptop, typed in the password, and automatically went to YouTube. You look under your subscriptions and were shocked for a moment when you saw your face in the thumbnail next to the channel name 'Danisnotonfire'. Then you remembered that you'd filmed a video. Which already had a million views. You braced yourself for at least an hours-worth of cringing as you clicked on the videos title.

Oh, Jesus, my face. My voice. My hair. My. . . UGH.

You immediately paused it after past-you said her first words of the video. After further preparing yourself, you played the video and sat through all of it. There were no words to describe the amount of cringe you felt in a span of eight minutes.

Then you delved into the comments.

Why? You don't know. You knew nothing good would come from it.

There was so much chaos down there. All because of you.

Who the fuck is this bitch?

She's not even a YouTuber, Dan, wtf

Daniel, explain yourself!

Seriously, who the hell is this fat bitch?

There were more, but you slammed your laptop shut. You knew this would happen. You knew there were going to be comments like this. So why did this make you so. . . angry? No. You weren't angry. And you weren't particularly sad either. Just. . . upset.