Danny Boy (a Dan Howell/danisnotonfire fanfiction) *IN HEAVY EDITING*

2) Addi

No. Way. No freaking way! Dan Howell is coming to my apartment! Mine! Out of everyone in this city, he chose me! Crap is my house clean? God, I hope I don't have any bras hanging anywhere.

He chuckles. Why's he chuckling. Did I do something. Oh no.

"What?" I ask. "Crap did I say that last part out loud?" When did my life turn into a corny movie? OMG CAN IT BE A LOVE STORY? COULD I BE IN A LOVE TRIANGLE WITH FANTASTIC FOURSOME. Wait that would be a hexagon. Right? Ugh I hate shapes.

"Yeah but don't worry I don't care. You're letting me stay at your flat after all." He says. Calm down Addi. What can you do to calm down. Music. Perfect.

I hand him my phone. "Put on some music." Thank goodness I changed my wallpaper a couple days ago. It was a collage of him, Phil, and many, many other YouTubers.

"Yes ma'am. Nice taste. Imagine Dragons. Muse. Coldplay." He scrolls through my songs trying to decide on one to play.

"Thank you." I honk at the person who cut me off. "What the heck?"

He laughs and shakes his head.

Oops I may have said that a bit more forceful than I intended.

CHANGE THE SUBJECT! I scream at myself. "Are you hungry? It's almost noon." I blush at my outburst.

"Yeah I could eat. Anywhere is fine. You pick." He answers bobbing his head to Fun by Troye Sivan. Why must Troye be gay. He's too pretty and his voice is too nice. It's not fair.

I change lanes while he says, "I hope I'm not intruding on anything while I'm staying. If you have plans you can leave me alone. I won't mess with anything."

I shake my head, how could I leave him, Daniel James Howell, for some silly plans? "It's actually my birthday tomorrow (Feb 1st btw ;]) and some of my friends and I are going out, would you like to join? One of them canceled so we have a free spot."

He smiles almost relieved, "Yeah if I wouldn't be a bother." I grin and pull into the parking lot.

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After we eat, and he payed, what a gentleman, we go to my apartment. Thankfully it was reasonably clean and no bras hanging around. Perfect.

"It's not much but it's home." God did I have to put references into everything I do? I mentally face palm. Luckily he recognizes it and smiles, but his mouth drops open at the sight of my wall. Its covered with random sketches, paintings, photos, posters, and some letters sent to me by my some of my (very limited number of) subscribers.

"This is amazing, did you paint it?" He points to an acrylic scene.

I blush but smile as he brushes his hand along one of the pictures. "Yeah. It's the view from bedroom back home. It was at sunrise," I smile at the memory. "Those are my chickens. They got out one morning and I took that before we cooped 'em back up."

He shakes his beautiful brown head, ugh the hobbit hair. It kills me.

"It's absolutely gorgeous."

I shrug and say, "Well make yourself at home. I actually need to go film."

He perks up at that, "You make videos?" I nod. "Could I..."

"Be in it?" I finish after he trails off, embaressed.

"No." He shakes his head. "Watch. I like to see how people change behind camera. It really let's me get their personality."

How adorable. I nod and head to my room, signaling for him to follow.