I hadn't looked this ready to face the world in well over a week. My hair was held back with my llama ears headband, my eyeliner steadily drawn and my contacts in. I put Dan's jumper in the washing machine to wear later too. Sadly, the jumper would now smell slightly of my own washing tablets, but I could hope that it would still have the underlying smell of Dan. Not that it mattered, because he was here in person. I beamed at my reflection in the mirror after I'd brushed my teeth before happily retreating from the bathroom to go back to my room.
When I opened the door, I saw Dan wandering around my bedroom. He'd picked a path through the minor destruction that was my room, and was looking through the random display of objects and memories that clustered on my dresser's surface. He'd shed his jacket, scarf and gloves and was eyeing the items with the sort of look a person would give to fine art in a museum. His eyebrows were drawn and his lips in a straight line before he looked up at my entry. He smiled at me and kept watching me as I put my towel and wash things away. I circled back round the room to stand at his side, where he instantly set his arm around my shoulders and kissed my hair lightly.
"I didn't know you were such a hoarder," Dan teased me as he glanced back at my dresser fleetingly before looking back at me to gage my reaction. I blushed as I looked at the items. Most of the stuff there were pieces of jewellery, random pieces of memorabilia that I'd collected and even a thickly binded photo album that I'd started to fill with photos of me and my friends over the past five months. Recently, there had been lots of photos of London and YouTubers added to the album, and each snapshot made me smile whenever I looked over them.
Dan reached across the dresser and picked up a clear stone in his hand, before bringing it back over to us. He rolled it around in his hand. "A quartz?" he suggested as I watched the light glint and shine on the rock's matte surface. There were cracks and fissures in the rock due to age and countless times of it falling off the dresser when I'd had moments of clumsiness, but it was still undoubtedly the same rough rock that I'd had for many years. The very rock that had inspired my YouTube name, in fact.
I chuckled lightly as Dan set the quartz back down again, a smile toying with his mouth.
"Breakfast?" I mused to him as we stood facing each other.
"I don't see why not," Dan replied. He lifted a hand up and brushed some of my curly hair away from my face. My skin heated and my heart pulsed as we stood there, simply looking at each other. It was odd to think that such a person could melt me simply by saying my name or being around me.
We set our arms around each other's waists as we walked from my room. As we went across the landing, we tried to match our steps, which was both a tripping hazard and something to laugh at. The sound of our laughter carried downstairs and prompted Nic and Mathew to show their faces. Mathew took one look at me and his face lit up as if to say 'I told you so'. Nic was practically glowing as she backed away from the door so that we could enter the kitchen together.
Dan and I sat down to one side of the table with Nic and Mathew facing us. Mathew passed two mugs of tea over the table to us and I eagerly wrapped one of my hands around its handle and took a drink, my other hand still linked with Dan's under the table. I looked over the rim of my Tetris patterned mag at Mathew and Nic, who were watching Dan and I intently. Nic looked like she wanted to say something, judging by the tell-tale signs of her fingers tapping against her mug, but she kept her mouth fused shut.
"So, did you two sort things out?" Mathew asked us.
I looked over at Dan and smiled nervously at him as he spoke. "I'd say that we have," he said.
"I think so too," I blushed, feeling everyone's eyes on me.
"What are you going to do now?" Nic interjected, her voice hinting at the eagerness and excitement that she was refusing to show.
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Procrastinators on Camera (Dan Howell/danisnotonfire fanfic 2) *unedited*Fanfiction
(Book 2 of the Procrastinators Series, set in January 2014) It's New Year's Eve, 2013, and Mia Roberts has returned to London to celebrate New Year's with her fellow British YouTubers at their annual New Year's party. This party, informally known as...