Remember When?

hey, if you’re still doing requests can i make one please? :) you’re in starbucks and you turn round and bump into dan he spills the coffee.. and then he takes you back to his flat cause you live ages away to get a new shirt.. and you both live happily ever after? please? thank you! :D” 

A/n: Okay so I thought I would turn it in to a remember when kind of story where Dan and (y/n) are retelling the story to each other one day  of how they met. Hope you like it! 


I’m laying in Dan’s arms when he clears his throat and says my name. “(y/n)?” 

"Yeah Dan?" I reply rolling over to face him. The morning light shining through the blinds gave him an angelic look.

"Do you remember how we met?" He asks while playing with a strand of my hair.

I laugh while burying myself deeper under the covers and closer to Dan. “I think it started when someone spilt coffee on me?”

I was walking up to the counter to get my order taken when a small girl fell over the leg of a table. I side stepped so she wouldn’t hit me; her mother grabbed her from around the waist before the child’s face met the ground. “I’m sorry about her, she’s always falling over something.” I sent her an understanding smile.

I regained my place back in line but not before someone else bumped into me. Their drink collided with my shirt turning me into a sticky mess. I stumbled trying to regain my balance. A strong set of arms found their way around my waist, holding me up. I felt like I had switched positions with the little girl from only moments ago.

I looked up, it had to have been the person who bumped into me. A gorgeous brown eyed boy was looking back at me an apology sitting in their eyes. 

He gave me a push back up so I was standing on my feet again. 

"Hey now that was an accident," Dan mumbled kissing my forehead chastely. 

"So that’s why you told Phil, your live show, and everyone else on earth that bumping into girls at Starbucks is the best way to pick them up?" 

He rolled his eyes, “Okay, so I might have bumped into you on purpose…but the spilling my coffee thing on you was a complete accident I swear.”

The boy who I now knew as Dan seemed to be thinking something over in his head. “What?” I asked confused.

"Nothing," he ran a hand through his elegantly disheveled hair. "I just feel really bad is all. I wish there was something I could do to make it up to you."

I was silent for a few minutes enjoying his company. My eyes lit up as an idea hit me; Dan shot me a questioning look. “I know how you could make it up to me.” I announced clapping my hands together.

"Okay, shoot."

"Well, I live way on the other side of town and only came out this way to do some shopping." I had decided to get some coffee before starting my mission; I still wasn’t sure if it was a good idea yet or not. Cute boy, check; coffee stained shirt, check. "You could buy me a new shirt and you’ll be in the clear."

I could see by the look in his eyes he was mulling it over in his head. 

"It doesn’t have to be anything expensive just a simple coffee free shirt." Dan laughed at my joke nodding yes. Together we walked out the door and down the street to the nearest clothing shop.

"Or just a clever way of getting me to come back to your place to clean up?" 

We had walked into the first store we laid our eyes on. When we walked in a sales person gave me a disapproving look, obviously noting my dirty shirt. I pulled my jacket that I had been carrying in my arms up in front of the stain.

I made a bee-line straight for the clearance rack with Dan close behind. I searched for any shirt that would fit me, when I found one I snuck a peek at the price tag. Sure, Dan agreed to buy me a shirt but no way in hell was I going to make him a pay an arm and a leg for it.

I held it up for his inspection, “See only five pounds; probably the cheapest thing in this whole shop.” 

He looked hesitant, “Are you sure? There’s nothing else I could do to make it up to you?”

"It’s just a shirt Dan, a nice coffee free shirt. What more could a girl want?" This time he led the way as we walked to the check out counter.

It was the same girl who glared at me when I walked in the store. “Five pounds.” She scoffed at me.

Dan pulled out his wallet, I saw him shake his head out of the corner of his eye. He leaned my way whispering in my ear so the girl in front of us wouldn’t hear. “I don’t have any cash on me, but I’ll just use my debit card. So no biggie.” I nodded.

He handed his debit card to the girl who handed it back shaking her head, “Sorry I can’t take this.”

Dan’s face got a slight red tint to it. I could tell he was trying to be as calm as possible when he told her, “But you didn’t even scan it, there’s money on it. It’s a debit card for…” The rest of the sentence was mumbled as he tried not to say anything he would regret.

"Well I’m sorry sir but on clearance items we only take cash. I’m sure you understand." The last part was directed at me.

I reached into my bag to pay for the shirt myself but Dan laid his hand over mine and mouthed don’t. I opened my mouth to protest but he just shook his head. “Come on, (y/n), lets go.” He put his arm around my shoulders steering me out of the store. He probably thought I would try to stop him if he didn’t. We left the shirt with the rude cashier.

Before I stepped out the door onto the busy London sidewalk I turned back to look at the cashier. She was sending me a look full of envy.

"So what now?" I asked Dan once we had stepped out side.

"Uh," he ran a hand through his hair again as he thought. "Well my flat isn’t that far from here…we could go there and I could let you barrow a shirt for free?"

I thought it over weighing the options in my head. I could go back home but that was at least an hours train away. Dan’s house was apparently much closer, and I did have my pepper spray with me in my bag in case he tried anything. “Uh yeah I guess that’s doable.” 

His face went dark red and he tried to explain but it all came out as a sentence of stutters I couldn’t decipher. “Relax Dan, I know you would never do anything that crazy.” I sat up placing a kiss on his lips.

When I pulled away he gave me an upset look and mumbled, “I was enjoying that.” Dan crossed his arm’s over his chest pretending to pout.

I leaned in giving him another kiss, when I pulled back I added, “At least the coffee was cold.”

"Yeah the one time I order an iced coffee I spill it on a pretty girl." I couldn’t help but blush, Dan always knew what to say to make me fall for him more.

We were both enjoyed the silence for a bit, both remembering that day from our own - and probably very different - memories of the day. “You remember how Phil reacted?” I asked him my voice cutting through the silence.

"Which part?" He laughs wrapping his arm’s around me.

"Oh I don’t know the part where he saw me in your shirt." I replied picking at a lose thread.

"Oh that part!" Dan replied dragging out each word a smile dancing on his parted lips. "That was interesting alright." 

"Um, here this should fit you okay," Dan began as he tossing a blue shirt my way. "The bathrooms on your right." 

I followed him out of his room, while he went straight I turned right. I locked the door behind me, dropping my bag to the floor. I examined the shirt after I unfolded it, dark blue with a medium sized white ‘D’ on the left shoulder just below the collar bone area. ‘It probably stood for Dan,’ I thought. I slipped off my shirt and then my tank top leaving me in only my bra and pants. I slipped the oversized blue shirt over my head.

I caught a whiff of his laundry soap, it smelled like a mix between the ocean and lavender. I pulled my hair out from under the shirt and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked decent enough. The dark blue color made my eyes stand out.

Unlocking the door I went the same way I had come finding myself in what had to be the living room. Dan was sitting on the sofa with his eyes glued to his laptop. “Whatcha doing?” I asked casually flopping down on the sofa next to him. 

I wasn’t worried about him being a possible crazy serial killer anymore so I felt comfortable sitting this close to him. “Nothing!” He replied nervously as he shut his laptop lid, setting it on the table in front of us.

"Was that your face on your screen?" I asked bewildered. 

Dan was silent for a bit. Long enough for the serial killer idea to come floating back to my mind but I quickly dismissed it. “Yeah…” he mumbled in response. “I kinda make YouTube videos and stuff. It’s my job actually.” He looked over at me like I was about to call him a loser or weirdo or something.

"Oh that’s cool, what are they about?" 

Dan seemed to relax, “Kind of like vlogs but more generalized.” He added, “So people can relate to them and stuff.”

"Oh thank God, for a minute there I thought you made ‘informational’ videos or something boring like that." I told him sarcastically as I wiped my hand across my forehead in fake-relief. 

We talked for a little bit longer about nothing in particular before Dan told me to follow him to his kitchen. “Why are we in here?” I asked him leaning over onto the counter.

"Well I’m starving so I figured you might be too. I thought I could make us something to eat." Dan answered trying to be nonchalant about it.

"Oh thanks," I replied. "But, you don’t have to you know." It was a nice gesture but I didn’t want to push my welcome or anything.

"Nah, don’t worry about it," he brushed the words away with the flip of his hand.

"Okay but at least let me help you cook." I stated walking around the breakfast bar to where he was standing. 

We had decided to make pasta. As I was adding the sauce Dan reached up over my head to open the cabinet above us. I followed his hand with my eyes wondering what he was getting. He pulled down two bowls.

As he was shutting the cabinet a voice boomed out from behind us, “Did I miss something?” Dan jumped nearly dropping the dishes into the pot of spaghetti. He brought his other hand down to the counter to balance himself.

I’d be lying if the scene didn’t look incriminating. Dan was standing close behind me, one hand holding onto the counter to support himself; but if you were just looking it probably looked like his arm was around me. Not to mention I was in his shirt.

"Jesus Christ Phil give me a heart attack won’t you." Dan snapped while turning around to face this ‘Phil’. 

"So what’s going on in here?" I was to scared to turn around so I just kept stirring the pasta.

"Nothing were just making some dinner you hungry?" Dan put a hand on my shoulder gentle turning me around so I was facing what I assumed to be his friend. "Phil meet (y/n), (y/n) this is my roommate Phil." 

I smiled shyly, as Phil gave me the once over. It was impossible to ignore the way his eyes seemed to pop out slightly at the sight of me in Dan’s shirt. 

"Hi," he said with a monotone voice. Phil directed his attention to Dan, "So um Dan did you…" he pointed to his shirt that I was wearing. 

Dan’s face went red as a blush spread across his cheeks. “What? No, Phil I’m just letting her borrow my shirt I spilt coffee on it earlier. God Phil I can’t believe you thought we,” I hit him in the gut just hard enough to get him to shut up.

"I never did get my coffee you know." 

Realization filled Dan’s eyes, “Your right you didn’t,” he laughs shaking his head back and forth, “Wow you didn’t even get to order did you?” I shook my head no resulting in Dan and I both laughing at the memory. “I guess I felt so bad about it I forgot all about why you came to Starbucks.” Dan kissed me lightly on the forehead another set of laughs escaping his lips.

"But who knows," I snuggled closer to his chest intertwining my legs with his, "if you had offered to pay for my coffee instead of my shirt we might not have started talking after that." Dan gave me a confused look so I added, "You or I could have thought that was ‘payment’ enough and just walked away and never talked to each other again." 

I saw him nod thinking it over in his head, “I doubt that. I probably would have still felt bad and sat at a table with you at least.” I shrugged. “But it all turned out well didn’t it? I mean I’ve got my dream girl,” Dan gave me a tight squeeze. “I couldn’t be happier, so I’m pretty glad I spilt my drink on you.”

I laughed, “Are you trying to turn you ruining one of my favorite shirts into a good thing?” I was joking of course and Dan knew that but he played along anyway.

"Which would you rather have, your favorite shirt or your favorite guy?" I pretended to think it over like it was a hard choice.

"Maybe that shirt meant a lot to me. Besides who says you’re my favorite guy anyway?" The corners of Dan’s mouth turned downward into a frown. I was serious when I told him, "I’d pick you over everything Dan, even the internet."

"Really the internet? I don’t know (y/n) this relationship might be moving a little to fast…" He mumbled in the joking way he always did.

"Dan!" I hollered hitting him playfully in the chest.

"I’m kidding, I’m kidding." The room was silent for a few minutes before Dan whispered, "So the internet huh? I guess I’m a pretty lucky guy." 

I propped myself up on one arm looking at him, a smile spread across my face. “No way I’m the lucky one in this relationship. I have an amazing boyfriend who I wouldn’t trade for anything. He treats me great, he’s funny too, plus it doesn’t hurt he’s extremely good looking.” Dan smiled when I told him this, it was a genuine smile, one that showed his dimples and teeth. “I love you Daniel Howell.” I leaned down pressing my lips against his.

He whispered in between kisses, “I love you too (y/n).”

And, Dan was right things did turn out okay, more than okay actually. As I became friends with him I got to know his friends as well; which thankfully thought I was good enough for their Dan. Everything had turned out well, even if I did have to have coffee spilt on me to find an amazing guy. My amazing guy.

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    This is so sweet
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