Parties sucked. They were loud, people were drunk everywhere, and almost everyone wanted to have sex. The worst part though, was that I had to take care of a certain person who always drank too much.
That's right, Dan.
He would get carried away with having fun and get drunk, then try to bring me upstairs to a bedroom so we could have "private time". I didn't give in though, because I was the one who had to navigate him home.
And here it is, an early morning in London and I'm out in the kitchen pouring a bowl of cereal.
I go out to the lounge, turning on whatever I can find and laying down as I eat my breakfast.
Once finished, I set the bowl on the coffee table and try to find something to watch.
Once I had settled in and found a good show, I heard footsteps coming down the hallway.
Through the doorway of the lounge came yours truly, Dan Howell in a black tee-short and boxers. He had a hand to his head and looked like he was in immense pain.
"Good morning." I said rather chirpy, starting to sit up. All I got from him was a groan.
"Lay back down..." He whined, using the hand that wasn't up to his face to motion me to stay on the sofa. I put my feet back up slowly, slightly confused.
Dan came around the sofa, putting one knee on the edge of the middle cushion where my waist was and falling on top of me.
"Oof-" I wasn't expecting that. He shuffled a little bit until he got into a comfortable position; straddling my legs with his head buried into my neck. I wrapped my arms around his back and turned my head back to the TV.
After a couple minutes I felt a cold pair of lips against the tender skin of my neck.
"Dan, what are you doing." I said in a kind of monotone voice.
"Shh..." He muttered, nuzzling his head into my neck deeper. I sighed and rolled my eyes with a smile, looking down at him. He was kind of adorable like this.
"I want a kiss.." Dan mumbled. "Give me your face." He put his hand on my cheek, turning my head away from the television and connecting his lips with mine. I quickly pulled away with a small smile.
"Your breath tastes like alchohol, Dan."
He was silent for a moment. "Then I guess I'll never kiss you again."
I knew he was joking but the words did worry me. I didn't do anything for a moment, until I sighed and took his face in my hands.
"I've had to kiss worse." I kissed him gently, his hands finding the back of my neck and pulling himself closer. He soon pulled away with a content look on his face before collapsing back over my chest and falling asleep.