"Oh. My. God. I. Miss. You. So. Much." You whined as you stared at the clear laptop screen, as you did almost every evening. You stared at the pink, slightly chapped lips that you craved daily. You could barely remember the feeling, the taste. His smell, the way his arms wrapped around your waist and neck, his aura and the feel of his soft, hot skin.
"Hey, only 15 days to go!" He cheered. He obviously seemed to be looking forward to then, instead of moping about the present like you were.
"15 days is too far way! Boxing Day is too far away! You're too far away!" You whined, rubbing your eyes and yawning as you said so. He gave a little sly smirk and looked away, before looking back at you with a full smile. "Yeah, 15 days" He grinned mischievously. You smiled at him again, before breaking out into an unattractive yawn.
"You seem tired Y/N. Get some sleep" He gave a sad smile, like he never wanted to end the call. "No no, I'm good" You tried to give a big smile but failed as your face felt heavy. You were tired, but you wanted to talk to Dan forever. These nightly Skype calls were the only thing keeping you sane.
"Look, I don't want to end this chat either but you're tired Y/N. You need rest" He rested his head on his hands and tilted his head. He looked tired also.
"I want those hands wrapped around me" You pouted, sticking your bottom lip out. "Christmas will be fun this year. My mum has put me on turkey duty" You laughed, knowing that after Christmas you'd be getting a flight to London.
"Stop trying to change the subject. Sleep Y/N!" He giggled.
"But I can't sleep!"
(Don't you hate that when you're tired but you can't sleep FUN that's ironic bcause that's literally me rn)
"I know what could help me sleep..." You smiled hopefully. "What?" He giggled slightly, entranced by your eyes.
"That" You pointed to the big, grand piano that fans often whisked he would play during live shows. Dan swung backwards on his butt chair and looked to where you were pointing.
(Future me; it's legit two months after I wrote this & I just realised it says whisked. I ment WISHED OKAY I am legit a walking fail XD)
"Anything for you, sweet pea" He got up and made his way towards the piano.
You lay your head down on the pillow and propped your MacBook up so it was still at the right angle (do ya get me)
A/N: play that video: it is only the first clip and that is exactly what you see except the YouNow logo at the bottom
Throughout the song, your eyelids became heavier with every key and you felt them shut. The song was so relaxing and soothing, and Dan seemed so into it, like it moved him.
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You tiredly lifted your head that had been put face down into your pillow and looked to your left. Your laptop was still on and Dan's sleeping face was presented on it. Thank god you kept it charged.
His lips were ajar slightly and his hair swept over his eye. He must've seen you sleeping so he propped you next to him. It was almost like he was here, sleeping next to you. But all you had was an overheating laptop to keep you company.
A few knocks were heard and Phil peered his head out behind Dan's door. You waved at him as cheerily as you could for just waking up. "Hey Y/N!" He whispered. "Check Twitter" He mouthed and motioned to his phone.
Quickly, you grabbed your phone which you forgot to put on charge last night and checked our Twitter notifications.
AmazingPhil mentioned you in a tweet!
Glaring playfully at him, you hesitantly clicked on it.
AmazingPhil:
Look at these cutie-patooties
Inserted was a picture of Dan's back on his bed and your sleeping, drooling face on his dimmed laptop screen.
"Phil, you twat!" You shouted which caused Dan to stir and wake up. "Morning beautiful" His raw voice echoed through from England to Y/C. Phil cleared his through loudly as loudly as it was purposefully and Dan quickly whipped his head back. "Is there a party in my room or something?" Dan joked, his collarbones showing.
"Pancakes are ready sleepyhead. It's 11:30" Phil announced, before walking out the room and closing the door. "Be right there" Dan shouted back, getting up.
"I want pancakes. Actually, scrap that, I want you" You said as Dan stood up to reveal him, only in his black Calvin Klein boxers.
You watched him put in a blue Australia t-shirt and grey joggers.
"I should go now. I need to go watch anime like a true otaku" He sighed, almost as if he was serious. "Yes, being an Otaku is a very serious job Dan" You furrowed your eyebrows jokingly.
"Did you see Twitter?" You asked, knowing he hadn't. "No... Why? Should I be scared?" He backed away from the laptop. He grabbed his phone from his bedside table and after a few moments of your sniggering a loud "PHIL!" rung through their house.
"What the hell is this!?" His voice trailed off as he walked towards the kitchen.
"No! I'm young! I'll save the hedgehogs!" You heard him shout from the kitchen.
You giggled and remembered how lucky you were to have met these people.
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This was shit I'm sorry I'll do better next time I promise you guys
Love - L X
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Domestic (Dan Howell X Female Reader)
Fanfiction{highest ranking; #41 in fanfiction} Two Youtubers, one story. This starts cringey & unrealistic but it gets better, I swear. This is a 'safe' fanfic. I intend that no self harm, suicide, eating disorders etc are included in this book. If the...
