I gently woke up, feeling the soft sunlight on my face. I protested my own body, wanting to fall back into peaceful slumber; of course, I never wanted to wake up. This time, however, my conciousness was inevitable. I opened my eyes, and was greeted with a pounding headache. I squeezed my eyelids shut again, before attempting to open them again. My eyes burned slightly, and my vision was blurry, so I rubbed my eyes with my right hand, before realizing I must have fallen asleep in my contacts. As my eyes adjusted, I looked around, and jumped at the sight of an unfamiliar room. Except, it wasn't unfamiliar. I had seen this room before, many times, although I couldn't remember where. I adjusted my body so that I would be comfortable, and something stirred to my left. I quickly turned my head, and saw something I thought that I would never see, in my whole life: Daniel Howell was laying in the bed, asleep, next to me. Suddenly, everything came rushing back to me. The previous night, on vacation in London with some friends, I had gone to a local pub. I had a few drinks, enjoying myself, when my favorite youtuber walks in the door. After a bit of severe fangirling, I plucked up the courage to go up to him. He was alone, and he was sitting at the bar. I went up to him, introduced myself, and we got to talking. We both had some more drinks, until we decided to go down the street for coffee, where we could be more alone. We spent about 2 hours at Starbucks, before Dan invited me back to his flat. I obliged, if course, what Danosaur wouldn't? We watched The Avengers, whereupon I fell asleep on his shoulder halfway through. After the movie was over, Dan carried me honey-moon style back to his bedroom, intending on letting me sleep peacefully. I woke up in his arms, but for the life of me, I couldn't remember anything else. At that point, a terrible thought dawned upon me. I quickly checked under the sheets, and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding; I was still fully clothed. I decided to turn back to watch Dan's beautiful face. Oh, how he looked so perfect in his sleep. The faint smile upon his lips, how his eyelashes fluttered ever so lightly as he breathed, and the way his hair fell over his forehead. After several minutes watching him, I decided to wake him up. I slowly leaned over and kissed his forehead - once, twice, three times, before whispering "Good morning, Dan," into his ear. His smile widened, and his eyelids fluttered open. He blinked a few times, waking himself up, before focusing on me.
"Good morning sweetheart. How about some breakfast?" Dan said, sitting up, and pulling me with him.
"Sounds delicious," I said, wrapping my arms around the back of his waist. He stood up, and I followed suit. He walked to leave the room, with me at his heels, before suddenly turning around and snaking his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I put my arms around his neck (God, he's tall!), and he sneaked a kiss onto my forehead before turning promptly back around and heading out his bedroom door.