What Happened In Vegas? // dan x reader

Chapter 1

Your eyes flutter open and you're greeted by unfarmilar surroundings. You hear the soft breathing of a man beside you. You turn to look at him and as you shift in the bed, you feel a sharp pain in your forehead. "What even happened last night?" You mumble under your breath, starting to get worried. As you rub your forehead, your vision clears and everything stops spinning so you can get a better look at the person beside you. His back is turned and he's curled up in the blankets, leaving you cold and blanketless. All you see is the back of his head and the pale skin on his body. His hair is a chocolate brown color, reminding you of one of your favorite Youtubers, danisnotonfire. Judging by how small the room is, it seems like you're in a hotel. You lay back down on your back, feeling the cold sheets pressing against your body and thats when the memories start to come back to you. In flashes, you see yourself clinking shot glasses with a man and people in the background shouting "Chug! Chug! Chug!" and feeling alcohol coursing through your veins, making you feel more alive then ever. Next flash, you see yourself pinned to a wall, with the same man you clinked glasses with, kissing you from the neck up as things became more and more intense and you running your fingers through his soft hair. You never got a good look at him under all the flashy lights of the club, but from what you could see, he was very attractive. Third flash, you remember walking clumsily up the stairs, slurring your words as you tried to flirt all the way to the hotel room. Fourth Flash, you remember the feelings of his soft pink lips against yours as you made your way to the bedroom, it started out passionate but it soon turned into lust and desire. Then it hit me like a sack of bricks, the man was Dan Howell. I had to get out of here as fast as I could. I quickly threw on my clothing and grabbed whatever I had brought with me. As I swiftly ran out of the room, I turned past a corner until I felt a thud and found myself staring up at Phil Lester.