Dan opened his eyes and looked around. Was last night just a dream? He stood up and pulled a random pair of sweatpants on, walking out into the living room. He sat on the couch, tossing his feet up.

"Of course, now you decide to wake up."

He turned his head, smiling. Ella stood in the kitchen, a cup of juice in her hand. "Good morning to you, too," he snickered.

She rolled her eyes. "Seriously, though. It was impossible to get out of your arms. You wouldn't let go of me for dear life."

Dan could feel his cheeks heating up. He looked down so she wouldn't see him blushing. Well, at least I know it wasn't a dream. There was a slight clink as Ella sat her glass down and sauntered over to the couch, throwing her legs over it from behind and sliding in next to Dan. He glanced over at her before turning his attention back to the TV. Ella gasped.

"What?" Dan asked.

"I..." she began, "I reached one million subscribers!"

"Wow..." he replied. He was genuinely shocked that she had before him. Not that he wasn't happy for her, only that he had been on YouTube for much longer.

She touched his shoulder. "Don't take offense, babe. It's probably because I have boobs."

He smiled at her. The fact that she had called him "babe" cheered him up slightly. "You seem to be in a much better mood than yesterday," he said. He immediately wished he hadn't said that.

She twitched, her face falling. "Um, yeah."

"So how are we going to celebrate?" he changed the subject.

She smiled again. "I'll ask my followers. That could make a funny video."

He nodded. "We could do a huge collab with the fantastic foursome and everybody."

"Good idea," she added, typing away on her phone. "I'll call Carrie and see if she can contact Jack and Dean. I'll contact the twins myself. You round up the boys."

"We doing this tonight?"

"Hell yeah we are."

"Hello everyone!" Ella started. "I'd like to begin by thanking all my subscribers, all one million of them," she smiled. "It is seriously an honor to say that I am the only one in this room with that many subscribers."

The camera zoomed out and you could see the entire crowd of people around her. Dan looked down at Ella and smiled. "Now, we're going to all introduce ourselves for any of you who don't know. I'm Dan Howell."

"I'm Phil Lester."

"I'm Carrie Hope Fletcher."

"I'm Jack Harries."

"I'm Dean Dobbs."

"I'm PJ Liguori."

"And I'm Chris Kendall."

The attention turned back to Ella. "In celebration of me reaching one million subscribers, we are going to do some of your Twitter suggestions," she said, pointing to the camera. They stopped the filming and got into positions, ready to film the next part.

PJ started off. "Katie_Marie23 suggested that we see who can fit their entire fists in their mouths," he held his fist up, looked over at it, then back at the camera.

They started off with Phil, who managed to get his fist about halfway into his mouth. Then Dean tried, barely being able to get more than a few fingers in his mouth. They continued to go through everyone, nobody being successful. Then it came down to Ella. Dan watched off camera as she was able to fit her entire fist in her mouth. He raised his eyebrows at her. She smiled sheepishly.

"And now," Jack began, "We are going to blindfold Ella and see if she can guess who is who, suggested by CarrotLover69."

Carrie blindfolded Ella on camera, then everybody but Carrie stood in a line. Considering she was the only other girl, they figured it would be too easy to find her. "Try to find Dean," she suggested.

She nodded, stepping up to Phil. She put her hands on his waist, slowly moving them up his torso. She could tell by the way that he broadened out slightly that it wasn't him. She moved on to the next person, PJ. This time she started at his hair, immediately ruling him out. His hair was much shorter than Dean's. She stepped up to the next person, Dan. She put her hands on his hips, causing him to smile. He was careful not to laugh, because he knew that would be a dead giveaway. She resituated her hands up to his shoulders, then ran them down his arms. She moved closer to him, to the point where they could feel each other's warmth. She ran her fingers through his hair, making it stick up in odd places. She already knew by now that it was Dan, but for some reason she just wanted to continue touching him. Almost reluctant, she moved onto the next person. She knew from the beginning that it was Dean, but took a bit of time to make it seem like she was debating between the two. "This is him," she finally said. She didn't need to move onto Jack or Chris.

"Correct!" Carrie beamed. She led Ella away from the boys momentarily to allow them to rearrange themselves. "Now find PJ."

Carrie positioned her at the beginning of the line and she started by running her fingers through their hair. She dismissed him, knowing it was Jack. He was the only one with that kind of hairstyle. She moved onto the next person, running her hands along their torso. It was either Phil or PJ, but she wasn't completely sure. They both had similar body structures. She didn't even have to touch the next person to know it was Dan. She could feel the familiar presence. Even though she longed to run her hands all over his body, she skipped over him. She stepped up to the next person, feeling his hair. She felt up and down his torso to double check. She took a step back before concluding. "It's him."

"Correct!" Carrie announced again.

Ella felt her blindfold being removed and looked up to see Dan looming over her. She smiled at him. He returned her warm smile, his dimple becoming apparent on his left cheek.

"Last but not least," Dean paused, "We have a challenge. Finn Harries, who couldn't be here, challenges us to see who can do the most tequila shots in a minute. Ella, Dan, and PJ have decided to step up to the plate."

They had a table set out with some bottles of tequila and shot glasses. Phil was standing aside using his phone as a timer. Chris was currently pouring shots.

"Ready..." Phil started. "Set... Go!"

They each tossed back a shot and took a new one as Chris was refilling the old ones. Ella was slightly faster than the other two, Dan being the slowest and least coordinated. She continued to let the alcohol burn her throat, each shot burning less and less each time. At the moment she felt fine, but she knew it would all hit her in an hour or so. Dan tried to speed up, knowing there wasn't much time left. He managed to get ahead of PJ, who was slowing down due to have already been drinking earlier. Yet, Ella was still in the lead.

Suddenly the timer went off. "Time!" Phil yelled.

Chris counted up the amount of shots they all did. "PJ loses, six. Dan second, 10. Ella wins, 12," he stated.

"Damn, Ella's on a roll," PJ muttered, half of it coming out slurred. The alcohol was already catching up to him.

Ella giggled, looking at the camera. "Thanks for watching, and thanks even more for subscribing. I hope you enjoyed watching this video. All of the links to their channels are in the description," she finished.

Carrie shut the camera off. "That's a wrap, guys."

Everyone smiled, getting comfortable on the couch and other various places in the living room. Phil ran off and got a hat and a deck of cards while Carrie gathered the paper and pens. They returned back within a few moments.

"Alright everyone, we'll start with Ella. Write down what you want to know and put it in the hat," Chris said.

Everyone scribbled something on their paper and put it in the hat. Ella took a sip of her beer before reaching in and pulling the first piece out. "Would you be opposed to giving us a striptease?" she read, pausing. "Yes." She pulled the next card out. "Can you deep throat?" she sighed before answering, rolling her eyes. "Yeah. Do you sleep naked? Occasionally. Name three things that turn you on. Guys who can play piano, brown eyes, curly hair."

At that, Dan's eyes lit up.

She continued. "How old were you when you lost your virginity? Sixteen. What is your guilty pleasure?" she looked down, knowing she was blushing for sure. "One Direction."

Everybody snickered. She took the last piece out of the hat. "If you had to..." she paused, "snog anyone-"

"No!" PJ cut her off. "It says shag."

"Erm..." she replied. "If you had to shag anyone in this room, who would it be?" Her eyes scanned the room and she looked back down, her face becoming bright red again.

"PJ," Dan began, "she doesn't have to answer that."

"Yes she does," it was becoming obvious he was quite drunk.

"No she doesn't," he repeated.

"Forfeit," she said suddenly.

Carrie looked at her. "Are you sure you don't just want to answer?" she asked.

Ella nodded, her face still bright red.

Dean smiled. "Alright everyone, pick a card. Hearts are kissing, diamonds are massage, clubs are manual stimulation, and spades are oral. The number represents the time doing so."

Everybody picked a card. Dan looked at his. Ten of hearts. At least he didn't have to put her in that odd of a position. She turned to Carrie next to her, who revealed her three of diamonds. She quickly gave her a three second massage then moved onto Jack, which required her to stand up. She got to her feet, a bit shakily, and Dan reached out to steady her. It was obvious she was a bit tipsy, or more. Jack winked at her, showing her the five of clubs. She leaned down and gave him a quick hand job, then moved onto PJ. PJ revealed the ace of hearts, and she planted a sloppy kiss on his lips. Next it was Dan. He showed her the card, and she sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. She leaned in and pressed her lips to his, her breath tasting highly of alcohol. He wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned back slightly, to the point where she was on top of him. His tongue slipped into her mouth and it occurred to him that he was probably also drunk. Their lips continued to move in rhythm for what seemed like a lot longer than ten seconds, but nobody was trying to stop it. Her hands moved up to his hair and she ran her fingers through it one again, as she did earlier. Although, this time it wasn't on camera. This time she could do it as much as she pleased.

"Okay, that's enough," Phil startled them. "We don't want a child conceived on this floor."

They immediately separated, breathing heavily. She finished going through everybody else and they continued on with the game. Everything went by relatively quickly and soon it was Dan's turn. He picked the first piece out and recognized the handwriting as Carrie's. "Do you currently have any feelings for a girl?" he read aloud. He silently thanked her for not being completely outright. Although, by the sight of the empty beer bottles surrounding most of them, she could have straight up asked him and only she would have remembered the next day. Aside from Phil, that is, who was currently only buzzed. "Yeah," he answered, glancing over at Ella. She looked as if she was passed out on Carrie's shoulder, but he could tell by her breathing that she was still awake.

Dan opened his eyes, surprised to see where he was. Well, not completely. He was surprised by the fact that he was only wearing boxers and had his arms around Ella. He remembered being at Carrie's and Phil's flat. He glanced around and saw that everyone else was passed out on the floor along with him except Carrie and Phil themselves. He knew they didn't necessarily like drinking as much as the rest of them so they had probably managed to get to bed. He felt Ella stirring in his arms and heard her moan.

"What the fuck happened last night?" she asked.