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Okay this is the first 18+ that I will write on this page for a long. I've been listening to the song "Side by Side" by Ariana Grande, and for some odd reason I can't stop thinking about Dan. Anyways, this is going to be interesting, so please hang in there with me okay?
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  Your head pounded the next morning. It was like a roller coaster of a night, and hell you don't remember much of it. You did remember the first part, and that was going out to the club with a few of your best friends. It was your twenty-first birthday, and surprisingly your friends had convinced you to actually get out and do something. You honestly wanted to stay in, cuddled up in your warm hotel blanket, and watch some Youtube videos, and or read smutty fanfiction. Cause c'mon, it was your twenty-first and you didn't want to go outside and get drunk off your ass.
  So, you wound up in a club twenty minutes later. Wearing a tight fitting red dress, and makeup on "fleek" as your friend would say. Oh, and did I forget to mention, that you were visiting your English friends because they had convinced you to get out of your "dreadful" apartment and come and join them in England? Which don't even get you started, but that took maybe two months of convincing to get your ass out of your apartment in [Home country] and fly your ass to England.
  But, besides all that, you had to admit besides being in your hotel room, you were having a grand time in England. Sight seeing, drinking bubble tea, and even going shopping. Not even five minutes into "partying" did you find yourself sitting at the table your friends dragged you to, a fruity alcoholic drink besides you, and you whipped your phone out of your clutch. You should have stayed home, but your friends wouldn't let you so it was the best you could do.
The music blasted from the front of the club, and the speakers were surround sound, so you couldn't escape how loud the damn music was. There were some of your favorite songs playing, which caused you to sway back and forth a little, but nothing other than that. You were invested in some smutty fanfiction, and no one was going to take you away from it. You were a fangirl, what where your friends going to expect from you?
Oh you knew, they wanted you to get drunk off your ass, get back to your hotel and probably have hot sex with some crazy hot dude from the club. Nuhuh, you weren't going to do that, even if that would mean scaring that dude way with the smutty fanfiction you were reading.
Now lets get a couple things straight here:

1) You don't normally go out drinking so your a lightweight
2) Even if you do go out, you're usually bringing your drunk ass friends home
3) And you don't even like alcohol that much!

Your friends probably should have told you to wear a nice dress and gone out to ZiZi's or some pizza place in England. That would have been a better option than forcing you to go out clubbing.Your eyes left the fanfiction world to glance at your untouched drink. You were quite parched, so you decided to actually have your first sip. Surprisingly it was a delicious drink, was it something tropical? Cause you could have sworn you tasted pineapple, or was it mango? God, you had no idea what the hell was in the drink, but it tasted so damn good!
That was your first mistake, and even now sitting in the bedroom that looked oddly familiar, you damn well knew that you shouldn't have downed the drink and ordered the same four or five times. Your mind kind of went hazy after the fourth drink, so you honestly had no idea what happened afterwards, but what you did know was you woke up with a black and grey duvet covering your naked body.
Glancing around, you noticed there was a desk a little to the left with a Mac computer, a butt chair, and then to the right there was a piano by the door. Surprisingly the room smelt really fucking good. You couldn't put your finger on what the scent was, but it smelt like fine cologne. You brought your hand up to your forehead, the sun already giving you a headache, so you knew you were having the worst hangover you possibly could have.
Slowly but surely, you swung your legs around so your feet could touch the ground. At that exact moment, you were brought back to a memory of the night before.

"Are you okay?" A kind almost "posh" voice asked from above.
"Yeah of course I'm fine.." you slurred, your body in pain from almost hacking your lungs out. You knew you should have eaten something before you came out partying.
"Hey, let me take you back to your place okay? I'll just tell my friend to meet me back at our apartment." he spoke again in a calm voice.
"I'm visiting..I'm in a hotel.." you whispered low enough for him to hear.
"Oh well..would you mind staying at my place?" he asked. Wait..did a guy just actually ask you to come over to his place?
"Sure..why the hell not."

  Your feet touched the soft carpeted floor which was some what of a relief to you. If you had touched cool ground you probably would have freaked out for some odd reason. Standing, you looked at yourself from your feet to the top of your breasts. There you could clearly see dark bruises not only at your hips, but some even around your bosoms and even at the collarbone. Well that was a clear sign of sex, and whomever you had sex with definitely loved to decorate your body with hickies or whatever you want to call them.
Glancing around, you were trying to find your clothes from the night before, and oddly enough you couldn't find your heels or your dress. You assumed that whomever brought you back had thrown your clothes in the wash because you probably puked over them. So instead, you settled on a black shirt that was lying on the ground. Instantly you picked it up, surprised to find that it fit you...or at least you thought it did.
It wasn't tight or anything, it just..well it didn't cover up the lower half of your body so you were going to have to find something else that was going to fit. Carefully, you walked around the room, amazed that everything was so clean and smelling pretty damn fresh. You walked over towards the wardrobe, opened one door and your high expectations were drowned by how messy and cluttered it was.
"How am I ever going to find sweatpants.." you whispered to yourself as you looked around and could really only see black skinny jeans..a fucking leather shirt, and everything else black. This owner sure does love the color black..
Speaking of that owner, you instantly turned around to look at the bed that you just came from. There was a lump lying on the other side, the only thing you could see from this lump a pile of messy hair, nothing else. Then, another flashback came to mind.

"Maybe you should go lie in my bed.." the voice spoke again.
"Maybe you should lie with me..." you said in a confident but very slurred tone.
"I don't think that'll work..I don't want to intrude or anything.." he spoke again. You glanced up from where you where sitting on the plush purple couch, the man who honestly seemed very familiar was giving you a concerned look. He sort of had a round face, although his nose was pretty "perky" if one would say. His eyes were the one feature that stuck out to you the most. Of course they were the color brown, but they had a certain tint in them that made you want to look at them all night.
You crawled your way closer this man, a sly smile spreading across your features while the guy in front of you kind of backed up a little ways.
"Please, come to bed with me~" you purred leaning closer in, that fresh smell of cologne hitting your senses driving you insane. The man glanced down at you, cocked an eyebrow and shook his head. Sighing heavily, you leaned forwards again and planted a kiss upon his lips.
It was a kiss right? Just a simple kiss..or so you thought. The man gently pushed you away, his eyes still filled with concern.
"You're drunk, please go to bed.." he whispered.
"I want another one.." you whispered this new found confidence erupting in your ever being. Surprisingly, you found yourself leaning in again, the man not stopping you for whatever reason, and you two shared another kiss. This time around, he didn't fight or do anything. It was as if he was agreeing to it.....

You brought a finger up to your lips as the memory flashed across your mind and suddenly you felt your cheeks go hot. Quickly, you turned around to rummage through the wardrobe again to find some sweats. Thankfully you landed across a gray pair and didn't even bother to put any underwear or boxers on. You quickly slipped them on and rushed yourself to the bath. When you walked out of the bedroom, you took a good look around the house. Since you didn't really remember what the hell went on, it was about high time to look around your surroundings.
The hallway was pale with a couple of pictures hanging up here and there, but other than that it was pretty white. There was the same type of carpet that was in the bedroom you had just exited from, so you were honestly pretty happy about that. When you had gotten to the kitchen area, you were surprised to find that there was no bath..or so you thought there wasn't. You walked a couple more paces and found yourself with the first set of stairs.
There, you began to walk down quietly so you wouldn't wake anyone else up in the house. You were met with the bath at the end of the stairway and before another small set of stairs leading to the door. Quickly, you rushed yourself forwards, completely assuming that there was going to be a toilet in the bath.
Well, you were completely wrong. In the actually room there was a sink and a bathtub, and right outside of the room there was a door to the toilet. You were so fixed on actually getting to the toilet that you hadn't looked around. Facepalming for a couple of seconds, you back tracked your steps and went into the bathroom. As you were doing your business another memory flooded back.

His hot breath was teasing your cool skin. You were completely exposed to this man, and hell you had to admit you enjoyed it very very much. His hand glided down your sides, squeezing and just feeling your skin, while goosebumps were created wherever his hands touched previously.
The two of you locked eye contact and you found yourself staring not only at those eyes that had you captured seconds ago, but now were darker, and filled with mystery. You certainly had no idea what the hell was going to happen next, but you knew that it was probably going to be something amazing.
"Have you.." the man spoke in a husky tone. He didn't even have to finish the sentence. No of course you haven't had sex, and even if you did, you wouldn't probably admit to it.
"No.." you whispered biting on your lower lip. Which caused something to flicker in the man's eyes as he moved one of his hands downwards. He didn't even touch your womanhood, but just glided across some areas, which in the end caused your stomach to flip.
His teasing was driving you insane, and surprisingly you wanted more of it. He pressed his index finger in between your lips. It was a new found feeling for you, and your body shuddered at it. With the pad of his finger, he began to slowly circle your clitoris. A spark sent chills up your spin and a loud moan erupted from your lips. To make things worse, or better however you were going to process it, the man leaned forwards, his tongue coming out and licking the skin around your entrance.
"F-Fuck.." you moaned, your legs easily coming up to set upon his shoulders.

You weren't even done with going to bathroom and you were already getting hot and bothered by whatever memory came to mind. Your legs squeezed themselves together and your cheeks flared up once again. You finally told yourself to stop thinking upon that one memory, because it was going to drive you insane if you continued to think about it. So, after endless arguments in your head, you rose from the toilet, flushed, opened the door and was now facing the man who took you back to his place.
You two ended up staring at each other for a long while. The man stood...a little taller is an exaggeration. He was huge compared to your size, and you didn't mind it surprisingly. He stood with no shirt, and was wearing just black boxers with a white liner on top. You could see from his bare chest that there were a couple of scratch marks, and even nail marks. When he saw you, he gave a bright toothy smile.
"Good morning," he spoke in not so much of a hoarse voice, but it was one of those cute morning voices with a little horaseness to it.
"Morning...." you whispered after finding your voice again which was completely and utterly hoarse. You two just stood there until you finally took a step to the side allowing him to move and use the toilet after you. You made your way into the bathroom, when yet again another flash back hitting you out of no where.

The sparks were endless. His body easily moved in and out of you, stretching, and creating friction between the two of you. Your moans could be heard ringing throughout the room, praising him, even though you had no idea what his damn name was. Your nails easily dragged down his back, and even his upper torso. By now, you ignored the pain that was emanating from his grip on your hips, but even so, it was a major turn on.
The man leaned forwards and whispered,"Say my name," in a husky lust-filled tone.
How the hell could you say his name if you didn't know it? It was as if e was basically a mind reader because he whispered:
"Dan."

  Dan. His name was Dan. Why in the hell did that sound so fucking familiar? You glanced at yourself in the mirror, your makeup smeared, and your cheeks still flushed. Shaking your head, you turned to make your way out of the bath and towards the lounge. So, you headed up the stairs to the main hallway when of course another memory flashed through your mind, what a perfect timing no?

His name flung from your mouth as you found yourself washing over your end. It was like a balloon was being popped and you couldn't hold it any longer. Your body jerked, and even clung itself onto Dan while he too ended soon afterwards. Since he was wearing a condom, none of his seed poured into you. Taking heavy breaths, you closed your eyes and brought one of your hands down to your chest.
You were about to say something, but Dan leaned forwards and planted a small kiss on your forehead. He pulled out of you seconds later, which left you feeling empty inside, but that doesn't matter. He took the condom off, threw it away and flopped down besides you. After you two caught your own breathing you rolled over and gave him a goofy after sex expression.
He glanced over at you, his eyebrow cocked, but a sensual smile on his lips. It was like he was trying to act all cool, which was totally working out for him.
"What's your name?" he questioned closing his eyes.
"[Your name]" you easily replied.
"That's a pretty name for such a pretty girl," he flirted his arm coming to wrap around your body to pull yourself close to him. He closed his eyes, yawned and spoke up again. "My name is Dan, Dan Howell."

You stopped yourself in the middle of the lounge. Wait a minute..you..no..this couldn't be. His name was Dan Howell..the Dan Howell?! Famous internet meme, internet star, and Phil Trash Number 1?! Oh for fucks sake...you just had sex with Dan Howell after going out drinking on your twenty first birthday. You didn't even want to go out drinking, and where did it end up? In Dan and Phil's house after losing your damn virginity to Daniel James Howell. Yeah, this was going to be a good fucking story to tell your friends.
"Hey," Dan spoke from where he stood after coming from the bath. You quickly turned around and blushed a dark red after you figured out where the hell you were. Dan held your tight red dress and clutch in hand. "I wanted to give your dress back. I'm sorry if you couldn't find it.." he apologized in a sweet voice. "I wanted to wash it since you puked over it last night. Also, your clutch was sitting on the dinning room table.." he explains himself taking a step forwards.
"T-Thanks. I..I probably should be heading back to my hotel.." you whispered in a meek voice. Dan glanced over at you with a look of concern, and it also looked like he wanted to say something else. But instead, he just completely flipped his expression and gave you a soft smile.
"Alright. I should probably walk you out to the Uber car when it comes," he says after handing the clothes back to you. Once again, you gave him another shy smile and took them from him. You didn't have a response to that, but if you where drunk you probably would.
Taking the clothes, you quietly walked out of the lounge and back into Dan's bedroom. You should have known that it was Dan's bedroom because of the famous white butt chair or maybe even the duvet, but because you had just woken up it wasn't ever going to cross your mind. Slowly, you pealed Dan's clothes off and went to put on now the fresh dress. You didn't even bother to fix your makeup, but you did bother to fix your hair. After a few moments of looking at yourself in the Mac screen, you turned around to find Dan standing in the doorway of his bedroom. Gripping onto your clutch, you saw him as it felt like he was walking in slow motion towards you.
When he finally got in front of you, Dan handed his phone number over and spoke in a very calm but flirtatious voice. "If you ever want to hang out..maybe grab a coffee or do something when you're in England, don't hesitate and call okay?" Carefully you took the slip of paper and gave him a smile that told him that you were accepting his offer. Maybe last night wasn't such a bad idea after all..
You got a couple of good things out of it..meeting Dan Howell in a weird but satisfying way, and also getting his number. Your twenty-first birthday was definitely going to be a night to remember.

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Okay this is the first 18+ that I will write on this page for a long. I've been listening to the song "Side by Side" by Ariana Grande, and for some odd reason I can't stop thinking about Dan. Anyways, this is going to be interesting, so please hang in there with me okay?
~

  Your head pounded the next morning. It was like a roller coaster of a night, and hell you don't remember much of it. You did remember the first part, and that was going out to the club with a few of your best friends. It was your twenty-first birthday, and surprisingly your friends had convinced you to actually get out and do something. You honestly wanted to stay in, cuddled up in your warm hotel blanket, and watch some Youtube videos, and or read smutty fanfiction. Cause c'mon, it was your twenty-first and you didn't want to go outside and get drunk off your ass.
  So, you wound up in a club twenty minutes later. Wearing a tight fitting red dress, and makeup on "fleek" as your friend would say. Oh, and did I forget to mention, that you were visiting your English friends because they had convinced you to get out of your "dreadful" apartment and come and join them in England? Which don't even get you started, but that took maybe two months of convincing to get your ass out of your apartment in [Home country] and fly your ass to England.
  But, besides all that, you had to admit besides being in your hotel room, you were having a grand time in England. Sight seeing, drinking bubble tea, and even going shopping. Not even five minutes into "partying" did you find yourself sitting at the table your friends dragged you to, a fruity alcoholic drink besides you, and you whipped your phone out of your clutch. You should have stayed home, but your friends wouldn't let you so it was the best you could do.
The music blasted from the front of the club, and the speakers were surround sound, so you couldn't escape how loud the damn music was. There were some of your favorite songs playing, which caused you to sway back and forth a little, but nothing other than that. You were invested in some smutty fanfiction, and no one was going to take you away from it. You were a fangirl, what where your friends going to expect from you?
Oh you knew, they wanted you to get drunk off your ass, get back to your hotel and probably have hot sex with some crazy hot dude from the club. Nuhuh, you weren't going to do that, even if that would mean scaring that dude way with the smutty fanfiction you were reading.
Now lets get a couple things straight here:

1) You don't normally go out drinking so your a lightweight
2) Even if you do go out, you're usually bringing your drunk ass friends home
3) And you don't even like alcohol that much!

Your friends probably should have told you to wear a nice dress and gone out to ZiZi's or some pizza place in England. That would have been a better option than forcing you to go out clubbing.Your eyes left the fanfiction world to glance at your untouched drink. You were quite parched, so you decided to actually have your first sip. Surprisingly it was a delicious drink, was it something tropical? Cause you could have sworn you tasted pineapple, or was it mango? God, you had no idea what the hell was in the drink, but it tasted so damn good!
That was your first mistake, and even now sitting in the bedroom that looked oddly familiar, you damn well knew that you shouldn't have downed the drink and ordered the same four or five times. Your mind kind of went hazy after the fourth drink, so you honestly had no idea what happened afterwards, but what you did know was you woke up with a black and grey duvet covering your naked body.
Glancing around, you noticed there was a desk a little to the left with a Mac computer, a butt chair, and then to the right there was a piano by the door. Surprisingly the room smelt really fucking good. You couldn't put your finger on what the scent was, but it smelt like fine cologne. You brought your hand up to your forehead, the sun already giving you a headache, so you knew you were having the worst hangover you possibly could have.
Slowly but surely, you swung your legs around so your feet could touch the ground. At that exact moment, you were brought back to a memory of the night before.

"Are you okay?" A kind almost "posh" voice asked from above.
"Yeah of course I'm fine.." you slurred, your body in pain from almost hacking your lungs out. You knew you should have eaten something before you came out partying.
"Hey, let me take you back to your place okay? I'll just tell my friend to meet me back at our apartment." he spoke again in a calm voice.
"I'm visiting..I'm in a hotel.." you whispered low enough for him to hear.
"Oh well..would you mind staying at my place?" he asked. Wait..did a guy just actually ask you to come over to his place?
"Sure..why the hell not."

  Your feet touched the soft carpeted floor which was some what of a relief to you. If you had touched cool ground you probably would have freaked out for some odd reason. Standing, you looked at yourself from your feet to the top of your breasts. There you could clearly see dark bruises not only at your hips, but some even around your bosoms and even at the collarbone. Well that was a clear sign of sex, and whomever you had sex with definitely loved to decorate your body with hickies or whatever you want to call them.
Glancing around, you were trying to find your clothes from the night before, and oddly enough you couldn't find your heels or your dress. You assumed that whomever brought you back had thrown your clothes in the wash because you probably puked over them. So instead, you settled on a black shirt that was lying on the ground. Instantly you picked it up, surprised to find that it fit you...or at least you thought it did.
It wasn't tight or anything, it just..well it didn't cover up the lower half of your body so you were going to have to find something else that was going to fit. Carefully, you walked around the room, amazed that everything was so clean and smelling pretty damn fresh. You walked over towards the wardrobe, opened one door and your high expectations were drowned by how messy and cluttered it was.
"How am I ever going to find sweatpants.." you whispered to yourself as you looked around and could really only see black skinny jeans..a fucking leather shirt, and everything else black. This owner sure does love the color black..
Speaking of that owner, you instantly turned around to look at the bed that you just came from. There was a lump lying on the other side, the only thing you could see from this lump a pile of messy hair, nothing else. Then, another flashback came to mind.

"Maybe you should go lie in my bed.." the voice spoke again.
"Maybe you should lie with me..." you said in a confident but very slurred tone.
"I don't think that'll work..I don't want to intrude or anything.." he spoke again. You glanced up from where you where sitting on the plush purple couch, the man who honestly seemed very familiar was giving you a concerned look. He sort of had a round face, although his nose was pretty "perky" if one would say. His eyes were the one feature that stuck out to you the most. Of course they were the color brown, but they had a certain tint in them that made you want to look at them all night.
You crawled your way closer this man, a sly smile spreading across your features while the guy in front of you kind of backed up a little ways.
"Please, come to bed with me~" you purred leaning closer in, that fresh smell of cologne hitting your senses driving you insane. The man glanced down at you, cocked an eyebrow and shook his head. Sighing heavily, you leaned forwards again and planted a kiss upon his lips.
It was a kiss right? Just a simple kiss..or so you thought. The man gently pushed you away, his eyes still filled with concern.
"You're drunk, please go to bed.." he whispered.
"I want another one.." you whispered this new found confidence erupting in your ever being. Surprisingly, you found yourself leaning in again, the man not stopping you for whatever reason, and you two shared another kiss. This time around, he didn't fight or do anything. It was as if he was agreeing to it.....

You brought a finger up to your lips as the memory flashed across your mind and suddenly you felt your cheeks go hot. Quickly, you turned around to rummage through the wardrobe again to find some sweats. Thankfully you landed across a gray pair and didn't even bother to put any underwear or boxers on. You quickly slipped them on and rushed yourself to the bath. When you walked out of the bedroom, you took a good look around the house. Since you didn't really remember what the hell went on, it was about high time to look around your surroundings.
The hallway was pale with a couple of pictures hanging up here and there, but other than that it was pretty white. There was the same type of carpet that was in the bedroom you had just exited from, so you were honestly pretty happy about that. When you had gotten to the kitchen area, you were surprised to find that there was no bath..or so you thought there wasn't. You walked a couple more paces and found yourself with the first set of stairs.
There, you began to walk down quietly so you wouldn't wake anyone else up in the house. You were met with the bath at the end of the stairway and before another small set of stairs leading to the door. Quickly, you rushed yourself forwards, completely assuming that there was going to be a toilet in the bath.
Well, you were completely wrong. In the actually room there was a sink and a bathtub, and right outside of the room there was a door to the toilet. You were so fixed on actually getting to the toilet that you hadn't looked around. Facepalming for a couple of seconds, you back tracked your steps and went into the bathroom. As you were doing your business another memory flooded back.

His hot breath was teasing your cool skin. You were completely exposed to this man, and hell you had to admit you enjoyed it very very much. His hand glided down your sides, squeezing and just feeling your skin, while goosebumps were created wherever his hands touched previously.
The two of you locked eye contact and you found yourself staring not only at those eyes that had you captured seconds ago, but now were darker, and filled with mystery. You certainly had no idea what the hell was going to happen next, but you knew that it was probably going to be something amazing.
"Have you.." the man spoke in a husky tone. He didn't even have to finish the sentence. No of course you haven't had sex, and even if you did, you wouldn't probably admit to it.
"No.." you whispered biting on your lower lip. Which caused something to flicker in the man's eyes as he moved one of his hands downwards. He didn't even touch your womanhood, but just glided across some areas, which in the end caused your stomach to flip.
His teasing was driving you insane, and surprisingly you wanted more of it. He pressed his index finger in between your lips. It was a new found feeling for you, and your body shuddered at it. With the pad of his finger, he began to slowly circle your clitoris. A spark sent chills up your spin and a loud moan erupted from your lips. To make things worse, or better however you were going to process it, the man leaned forwards, his tongue coming out and licking the skin around your entrance.
"F-Fuck.." you moaned, your legs easily coming up to set upon his shoulders.

You weren't even done with going to bathroom and you were already getting hot and bothered by whatever memory came to mind. Your legs squeezed themselves together and your cheeks flared up once again. You finally told yourself to stop thinking upon that one memory, because it was going to drive you insane if you continued to think about it. So, after endless arguments in your head, you rose from the toilet, flushed, opened the door and was now facing the man who took you back to his place.
You two ended up staring at each other for a long while. The man stood...a little taller is an exaggeration. He was huge compared to your size, and you didn't mind it surprisingly. He stood with no shirt, and was wearing just black boxers with a white liner on top. You could see from his bare chest that there were a couple of scratch marks, and even nail marks. When he saw you, he gave a bright toothy smile.
"Good morning," he spoke in not so much of a hoarse voice, but it was one of those cute morning voices with a little horaseness to it.
"Morning...." you whispered after finding your voice again which was completely and utterly hoarse. You two just stood there until you finally took a step to the side allowing him to move and use the toilet after you. You made your way into the bathroom, when yet again another flash back hitting you out of no where.

The sparks were endless. His body easily moved in and out of you, stretching, and creating friction between the two of you. Your moans could be heard ringing throughout the room, praising him, even though you had no idea what his damn name was. Your nails easily dragged down his back, and even his upper torso. By now, you ignored the pain that was emanating from his grip on your hips, but even so, it was a major turn on.
The man leaned forwards and whispered,"Say my name," in a husky lust-filled tone.
How the hell could you say his name if you didn't know it? It was as if e was basically a mind reader because he whispered:
"Dan."

  Dan. His name was Dan. Why in the hell did that sound so fucking familiar? You glanced at yourself in the mirror, your makeup smeared, and your cheeks still flushed. Shaking your head, you turned to make your way out of the bath and towards the lounge. So, you headed up the stairs to the main hallway when of course another memory flashed through your mind, what a perfect timing no?

His name flung from your mouth as you found yourself washing over your end. It was like a balloon was being popped and you couldn't hold it any longer. Your body jerked, and even clung itself onto Dan while he too ended soon afterwards. Since he was wearing a condom, none of his seed poured into you. Taking heavy breaths, you closed your eyes and brought one of your hands down to your chest.
You were about to say something, but Dan leaned forwards and planted a small kiss on your forehead. He pulled out of you seconds later, which left you feeling empty inside, but that doesn't matter. He took the condom off, threw it away and flopped down besides you. After you two caught your own breathing you rolled over and gave him a goofy after sex expression.
He glanced over at you, his eyebrow cocked, but a sensual smile on his lips. It was like he was trying to act all cool, which was totally working out for him.
"What's your name?" he questioned closing his eyes.
"[Your name]" you easily replied.
"That's a pretty name for such a pretty girl," he flirted his arm coming to wrap around your body to pull yourself close to him. He closed his eyes, yawned and spoke up again. "My name is Dan, Dan Howell."

You stopped yourself in the middle of the lounge. Wait a minute..you..no..this couldn't be. His name was Dan Howell..the Dan Howell?! Famous internet meme, internet star, and Phil Trash Number 1?! Oh for fucks sake...you just had sex with Dan Howell after going out drinking on your twenty first birthday. You didn't even want to go out drinking, and where did it end up? In Dan and Phil's house after losing your damn virginity to Daniel James Howell. Yeah, this was going to be a good fucking story to tell your friends.
"Hey," Dan spoke from where he stood after coming from the bath. You quickly turned around and blushed a dark red after you figured out where the hell you were. Dan held your tight red dress and clutch in hand. "I wanted to give your dress back. I'm sorry if you couldn't find it.." he apologized in a sweet voice. "I wanted to wash it since you puked over it last night. Also, your clutch was sitting on the dinning room table.." he explains himself taking a step forwards.
"T-Thanks. I..I probably should be heading back to my hotel.." you whispered in a meek voice. Dan glanced over at you with a look of concern, and it also looked like he wanted to say something else. But instead, he just completely flipped his expression and gave you a soft smile.
"Alright. I should probably walk you out to the Uber car when it comes," he says after handing the clothes back to you. Once again, you gave him another shy smile and took them from him. You didn't have a response to that, but if you where drunk you probably would.
Taking the clothes, you quietly walked out of the lounge and back into Dan's bedroom. You should have known that it was Dan's bedroom because of the famous white butt chair or maybe even the duvet, but because you had just woken up it wasn't ever going to cross your mind. Slowly, you pealed Dan's clothes off and went to put on now the fresh dress. You didn't even bother to fix your makeup, but you did bother to fix your hair. After a few moments of looking at yourself in the Mac screen, you turned around to find Dan standing in the doorway of his bedroom. Gripping onto your clutch, you saw him as it felt like he was walking in slow motion towards you.
When he finally got in front of you, Dan handed his phone number over and spoke in a very calm but flirtatious voice. "If you ever want to hang out..maybe grab a coffee or do something when you're in England, don't hesitate and call okay?" Carefully you took the slip of paper and gave him a smile that told him that you were accepting his offer. Maybe last night wasn't such a bad idea after all..
You got a couple of good things out of it..meeting Dan Howell in a weird but satisfying way, and also getting his number. Your twenty-first birthday was definitely going to be a night to remember.