The next morning, when you were slightly more calmed down, you decided to post a video on YouTube expressing how euphoric you were feeling from meeting the two guys. You titled it: "FANGIRLING TOO MUCH" and uploaded it with glee. With a great happy sigh, you wheeled around in your chair to find the slip of paper Dan Howell had given you on your bedside table. You had been too hyper to open it before, so you decided to see what it said now.
You held the slip in your hand and wondered what possibly could Dan have written. Then, unable to stand the curiosity, you unfolded the slip and on it was… a phone number. It had to be Dan's number. Your mouth opened in surprise. Why in heaven's name would Dan give you his number? You were just an over excited fangirl, not his girlfriend! At this thought, your mind began racing and your heart beated harder. What does he mean by this? You thought frantically. Taking a deep breath, you tried to calm down. Perhaps Dan was pranking. Perhaps this phone number was a mental hospital helpline or something. You smiled weakly and decided you had to find out.
Fingers trembling, you tapped in the number to your phone and called. You heart was audibly beating, and you felt extremely nervous. The phone rang once, twice, three times… Maybe it was a prank. Four times… It was, you were getting crazy for nothing. Five- "Hello? This is Dan Howell." said a familiar voice from the phone.
You nearly dropped the phone. "Um… Hello? This is… the girl you met yesterday after your tour, you know, in the lot." Your heart beat faster than ever. "Oh… hi." Dan's voice immediately sounded different, more timid. "I'd guess you're wondering why I gave you my number, then." You took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Yes, I was wondering." You let out. Dan was silent for a bit. "So, I gave it to you because, er… I was wondering if you'd join me for coffee. Down at Burke Street. Later at 5:00. Would… that be alright?" Dan finished, still sounding shy. "Of course! Yes, I would love to!" You couldn't help smiling giddily. "Okay, thanks." Dan laughed a little, and you knew that laugh well. "Thanks, Dan." you said breathlessly. "Thanks, Y/N." replied Dan, and he hung up before you could fully register what he just said. He knew my name.