Surprise
"All you sinners, stand up, sing Hallelujah," you sing as you clean your room.
Dan went on tour for four months, and you had nothing else better to do.
Picking up the various water bottles on your dresser, you start to think what going on tour would be like.
I mean, he's living the life for all you know.
Interrupting your song, your phone starts to go off.
"Hello?" you ask, answering the phone.
"Hey hey hey," Dan exclaimed, making you smile.
"How's tour?"
"Oh, it's great. The shows are literally the best things, and I hope everyone is enjoying them."
"That's great!"
"Oh, FaceTime me. I want to see your face."
"Why?"
"Because. Now come on."
You sigh and end the call, starting a FaceTime.
Finally he picks up. You notice that he's backstage or something.
"When's your next show?"'you ask, expecting his surroundings.
"June 7th," he replied. You furrow your eyebrows.
"June? What do you mean?"
"You asked when my next show was, and it's June 7th."
"You told me you have shows until the end of this month!" you said.
Suddenly, he ended the call. Great.
Shrugging it off, you continue cleaning your room. It really wasn't all that dirty, if you think about it.
While you were merrily dancing and cleaning, you hear banging from downstairs.
"Intruder," you thought, stopping your dance.
Slightly scared, you grab a hairbrush from your dresser and slowly walk downstairs.
The banging continued, building fear.
"Who's there?" you shout at the door.
No answer.
"I said," you continue. "Who's there?"
Still, no answer.
Accepting that you might get killed by an 80 year old serial killer who just happened to know where you live, you open the door.
Looking outside, you see a 6ft dude with a pretty familiar smile, hair style and clothes.
"Dan?" you ask confused, yet relieved that you weren't chopped in half by a blood coated axe.
"Y/N?" he replied imitating your voice.
You roll you eyes and hug him, him hugging back.
"How'd you leave so early?"
"This was my regular time to end."
"But it was until the end of this month..." you say.
He laughs. "No, it wasn't. I just said that so you'd be surprised when I came home early."
"You tosser," you said laughing.
"Blimney! I better give you a bell before I come home," he replied, completely beating you at British slang. (I'm from 'Merica, so. Yeah.)
"Touché, Howell," you sigh, heading up to your room.
"Wait up," he replied walking after you.
"What?" you ask.
"I got these for you," he said smiling. He held a mini teddy bear with your name stitched across it.
"How'd you get this?" you ask happily.
"I know people," he replied with a mischievous smirk.
You smile and hug him once more, placing a kiss on his cheek.
"Now I have to finish cleaning my room," you sigh, still embracing.
"I'll help," he offered.
"Alright," you agree letting go of him.
You both head upstairs and clean your room, you both dancing horribly.
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