After grabbing a toothbrush and toothpaste and my laptop and charger out of a few of the unopened boxes, I freely walked into the boys' apartment.
"Hey (y/n)!" Dan called.
"Hey," Phil said from the kitchen.
"Hi, where can I sit my laptop?" I asked Dan.
He looked at my MacBook. "In the lounge, follow me," he said, walking me through the hallway.
The room was beautiful, filled with colorful video game references and a few game consoles.
"I don't even need my apartment, yours is perfect!" I joke.
"Pfft, it's basically heaven here, geek heaven," he joked back, showing me to the futon.
"There's an outlet over there," he pointed.
I looked deeply into Dan's eyes.
"Why are you being so nice to me, Dan?" I asked him.
"Well, (y/n), I don't know.." He smiled, hugged me, and left to go edit a video.
I hugged back, while breathing in his cologne. He smelled amazing, as did the house.
For the rest of the night, I stayed up on blogs and looked at his YouTube, the volume on low.
"DanIsNotOnFire.. How could I never have found him?" I ask myself.
And with every click, every minute, and every video, I felt myself falling for Daniel James Howell.