I could tell that Dan was hungover by the way he already had a massive headache, and the way his dark poo-brown eyes sparkled a little bit less than usual. He supported his head on his hand and reached the other one out for me to grab.
“I am so sorry...” he said. How sentimental.
“It's okay” I said and grabbed his hand. I held it carefully and tried my everything to act as if I was okay. But I wasn't okay. I was, harshly, fangirling over this hungover man I didn't really know.
And he certainly didn't know me. He had never seen me before, and he didn't even know my name. Maybe that was the reason for his constant question.
“but really, who are you?” Dan asked and let go of my hand.
“oh, me? A nobody, really” I said and stood up. “breakfast's ready”
I took some milk out of the fridge and poured it out in a pink bowl of cereal. I made myself some strawberry tea and put the bowl of cereal on the wooden kitchen table.
“Dan!” I shouted and dipped the teabag up and down in the hot water.
“I'm here, no need of shouting” he said and rubbed his eyes tiredly as he walked into the kitchen.
”Sorry” I said and dipped the teabag one last time before throwing it into the filthy steel sink.
Dan sat down by the table and studied the pink bowl of Krave cereal. “Is this for me?” He asked politely and raised his focus to me.
“Yes, go a head. Heard you liked them” I said and took a zip from my tea. It was burning hot!
I walked over to the egg white refrigerator and took some milk for my tea. I poured the milk into my tea, causing it to change from red-brown, to light pink. It was kind of cute actually, like Dan.
I slapped myself lightly in the forehead and grabbed my hair. “ugh, c'mon Amy” I whispered to myself.
“Oh!” Dan mumbled with cereal in his mouth. “So your name is Amy?”
“Uh, yea..” I said and sighed.
“Your full name?” he asked and took another spoon full of Krave.
I stared at him with a confused look on my face.
“Oh, um sorry, I'm just so awkward!” Dan said and tried to joke it around.
“Do you really want to know? If so, I'll tell you”
“Not necessary” Dan said and fed himself another spoon.
“Alright, Daniel James Howell”
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WHISPER || danisnotonfire
FanfictionLost and found; Dan Howell drunk on the streets of London. - Amy is a 17 year old fangirl who just happens to walk down the pavement and find Dan Howell drunk and drinking while smoking, almost all at the same time. She has to put her inner fangirl...
