Hello lovelies :) this is my first fan fiction, and it is mainly a straight Dan Howell/OC, but Phil crops up in there sometimes ;) Hope you enjoy it! Please review whether you liked it or not so I can get some feedback :D

The first time I saw Dan Howell, I didn't quite know what to do with myself. When I say 'first saw' I mean in real life. I had seen his face probably more than a hundred times through a little box on my computer screen, but never in the flesh. Admittedly, my vision was slightly blurred by the two or three (or six) vodka and limes that I had just consumed, but I could definitely tell that it was him stood at the bar across the club from me. Same hair, same nose, same eyes... and oh the eyes.

This called for strategy. I couldn't let this moment slip - how many times would I bump into the one and only Dan Howell in a city the size of London? And hopefully, he would have already necked a few drinks and I would have gone from a 6 to an 8 at least on the attractiveness scale.

"Oh no," I heard from behind me. "She's on the prowl. I know that look." I turned around to see my girlfriends staring expectantly at me, eyebrows raised. They know me too well.

"Which one is it, Pepper?" Caroline asked, craning her neck for any sign of my target.

"By the bar. Tall, dark hair..." I yelled above the music. Caroline pulled a face of approval and smiled.

"Go and play," she continued, and nodded in his direction "but I want you to bring me back a drink. You need an excuse to be going over there anyway." She indicated my half full glass in my hand. I decided I needed (even more) Dutch courage, and downed it in one.

I turned on my heel towards the bar, making sure to do the routine hair-fluff, teeth-check, skirt-isn't-tucked-into-my-underwear as I went. I didn't know what I was going to say, but I just knew that I had to play it ultra cool. Even drunk, I knew that Dan would probably have girls recognising him daily, each and every one of them trying it on with him in a different way. I knew how to get his attention and I was damned if I didn't get it for at least 10 minutes.

I reached the bar, taking care to place myself strategically next to him, although giving him absolutely no eye contact. That's step one. I have randomly chosen to stand here and I am not at all interested in you thank you very much. I bump my elbow with his. Accidentally of course. Oh look at that, he's turned around. Step two.

"Sorry," he said, thinking it was his fault. I made sure to flash him my absolutely biggest smile, my bright red painted lips stretching across my teeth, which is the start of step three.

"It's fine" I said, cool as a cucumber in a freezer. "It's pretty packed in here." And here comes step four: I have officially started a conversation, and unless he's a total wanker, he will reply.

"You're telling me," he smiled "It's always busy in here but this is mad." He moved his head closer to my ear as he spoke, so that I could hear him over the music. I could feel his breath moving my hair.

"It's cosy, that's for sure." I replied. I gazed at him wide eyed. Then gave a slightly pouty smile. Then wide eyes again. I saw his gaze flicker from my eyes to my lips and back again; I had his attention, that was for sure. God knows how I had done it but I had. "I haven't seen you in here before" I asked, turning away slightly so that I could flag down the barman.

"No, I don't really come out drinking that often, but tonight's my night off." He grinned, and held up his glass. Night off? Yeah right. I bet he vlogged in his pyjamas. I ordered my two drinks as the barman approached me, and then I turned back to Dan.

"Having a good night then?" I asked, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. God, these shoes were killing me. Should have worn my slippers instead of these 4 inch stilts. Hopefully the look of pure pain didn't reflect in my face, as that was really not the look I was going for.

"Yeah it's alright." he replied, looking around him at the club "I should come out more often actually" he said, looking right back round at me. Okay, so the shy, slightly immature, gawky Dan that I see in videos definitely doesn't exist in real life. I could definitely get used to confident Dan.

The barman came towards me with two glasses of clear liquid in his hands. "Six pounds please" he said, tapping it into the till. I reached for my bag, fumbling around for my purse.

"Don't worry, I've got it" I hear Dan say. Well hello I think to myself. Youtube paying well, is it Daniel? I couldn't quite believe my luck that I was in a random club in London and Dan Howell was buying my drinks for me. I thanked him, and suddenly went quiet, as at this point I would still be trying to get a few decent words out of whoever it was, if it was any other guy. "So, what's your name?" He asks, one elbow on the bar, cool as. He looked so unbelievably sexy, and he obviously didn't know it. He stood with a little bit of a slouch, which I wouldn't doubt for a second was down to being bent over a laptop or xbox controller. His legs were long and lean, as was the rest of him. Now that I had a little more room, I could inch back slightly and I noticed that he was wearing a plain white t-shirt and denim jeans cut at the knees. He looked so effortless and gorgeous. Was I dribbling? No, okay. It's fine.

"Pepper," I replied, shaking my red hair over my shoulder as I said it. It was a habit of mine; it was typical that my parents wanted to name their first girl Pepper and I just happened to have flaming red hair. I made sure to make this obvious whenever I introduced myself. I loved my name, you couldn't help but think of spices whenever you heard it.

"Pepper..." He repeated, and I could see the spicy thoughts running through his mind. Naughty Dan. "I'm Dan." You don't say.

"Lovely to meet you Dan." I said, shaking his hand formally. Throw him off the scent slightly; you're just here for friendship. "I need to take this back to my friend, but would you like to dance maybe?" Back to flirting. Do NOT let a man know what you're thinking, they like a chase.

I took Dan's hand, pulling him onto the dance floor. I saw my friends over his shoulder winking and laughing in my direction - they knew me all too well. It was packed on the dance floor, but I didn't mind in the slightest as it pushed me closer to Dan, my breasts only inches away from his chest, which was something that I really couldn't stop noticing.

I flinched as he put a hand casually on my hip - this confident, flirtatious Dan could take a bit of getting used to; I definitely wasn't expecting it. I pulled out my usual moves, swaying my hips as I placed one arm across his shoulder. I knew he could feel my body brushing against his, and he must have approved because he added another hand to my other hip. I wasn't used to this kind of attention this quickly from men, and I was enjoying it.

The music changed and my heart lifted as I heard my favourite song, Radioactive by Imagine Dragons tumble from the speakers. The heavy beat of the song matched the thumping that was coming from my chest as I looked at Dan. He looked right into my eyes and I struggled to keep myself upright as I looked into his. They were so deep and brown, and they glittered as the lights form the club flashed across his face.

I tried to ignore the fact that all I wanted to do was put both hands either side of his face and kiss him into oblivion. He gave me a look that sobered me right up and he lent forward, tilting his head to the left. I bent mine to the right. Our lips were centimeters apart.

I pulled away. "Do you want to sit down?" I said, flustered. My conscience battled with itself in my head, but good, respectable Pepper won as I knew that I didn't want to waste this kiss when I was hammered, because, to be quite honest, I had secretly imagined this happening for a very long time. I wasn't about to just do it without even thinking.

Dan's face fell slightly, but then he smiled "Of course, there's a free table over there." He pointed towards it with the bottle of Becks that he had in his hand. "Lead the way"

"Tell me something about yourself then" he asked me, as we settled down into a booth in the corner of the club. Was this guy for real? Gorgeous, and interested in me. I'm onto a winner.

"There isn't much to say," I started, pushing ice cubes around in my glass with my straw. "I'm studying art at Goldsmiths… I'm originally from Dorset and I love bubble baths." I said with a smirk. Dan laughed. He was sat with his arm across the back of the booth, his long legs stretched out underneath the table. "What about yourself?" I asked, even though I knew the answer to this already. I wanted to see how long I could keep this up without him knowing that I recognised him from the internet.

That was all part of my plan - he was probably used to girls throwing themselves at his feet on a regular basis, so my strategy was to treat him like any other guy. I was serene and aloof. At least, that's what I was aiming for. I had a few drinks inside me so serene and aloof could have been translated as just plain drunk.

"I used to study law. But now I'm just working." He said, taking a swig of his beer.

"What do you do?" I asked, shifting my body so that my knee was brushing his leg.

"Internet stuff" He replied cryptically. So I was right, he did just want to have a decent conversation with someone that wasn't trying to get in his pants because he was internet famous. Admittedly, I wouldn't have minded that at all, but if he was just any other guy in a club, I still would have been ridiculously attracted to him, and the tingling pull that I kept feeling in between my legs whenever I looked into his eyes just confirmed this.

"I see" I said, not wanting to make it look like I was pushing the matter further. "You know what, it's actually getting a bit shit in here, do you want to go for a walk?" I suggested.

There was a slight pause. "Yeah. Sure." He replied with a smile. I took his hand and we walked from the club, on the way I gave my group of girls a knowing nod and a wink.

When we had finally got outside, the cool late summer breeze hit me and I shivered. "My place is just around the corner, do you fancy a coffee or something?" I suggested, rubbing my bare arms. My feet were really starting to hurt.

"Good idea. You look frozen!" He said, putting his arm round my shoulders as we walked. He smelt of aftershave and soap. That tingling feeling came back as I got a nosefull.

"Wont your friends worry where you are?" I asked as we turned right down the next road.

"Naa, I'll text them in a bit. I don't live far from here either so it's no worry. My friend has a key to our flat so it's fine." He said, patting the pocket of his jeans, and I heard keys jangle inside.

I was started to sober up in the cold now. Didn't mean I didn't fancy playing a bit of a game though.

"How is Phil these days then?" I asked casually.

"He's fi- What?!" He stopped and looked at me. I just gave him a sly grin. "You know!" At first I thought he was angry for me lying to his face about not knowing what he did, but then he laughed hard and freely. "You're good! I genuinely didn't think you knew who I was."

I grinned at him, glad that he saw the funny side of my little joke. He put his arm back around my shoulder and I wrapped mine around his waist. We were far too comfortable with each other seeing as he had only met about half an hour previously, but the alcohol was definitely helping us on our way.

"Yeah, I've watched your videos for a while now." I admitted sheepishly. That sounded so lame, and I said so.

"It's not lame at all. I think it's cool." He replied, giving me a smile. "I love meeting fans. But I like being able to go out and people not knowing who I am. So I suppose you're a combination of the two, you sneaky bugger." He laughed and squeezed my shoulders.

We chatted for the next few minutes as we walked down the street. By the time we had turned into my road, my feet felt like lead and I couldn't wait to kick my ridiculous shoes off.

"Wow, we really do live close" He said, looking up at my house. "I'm about ten minutes in the other direction. How come I've never seen you before?" He followed me up the garden path.

"Because I'm a recluse and don't come out in the day. My ten cats understand me better than any human." I joked, unlocking my front door. I suddenly became conscious of the fact that my shared house was a shit hole, and from what I had seen in his videos, Dan lived in an expensive, pristine flat. "I'm sorry if it's a mess - it's not me, it's the other girls. It drives me crazy." I kicked some shoes out of the way as I took him into the hallway.

"It's fine - Phil is just as bad, as you probably know." He said, looking around him as I flicked the light on. I desperately wanted to get him upstairs so that he couldn't see the empty cereal bowls in the kitchen and piles of clothes in the living room. "I used to be a student too remember? I know how students are." He laughed, and placed a hand on the small of my back, which made me jump.

I wandered into the kitchen and went about making two cups of coffee. Dan settled himself on the sofa in the living room. "How many people are living here?" He asked, leaning back into the cushions.

"Erm… five." I replied, my head in the cupboard, looking for sugar. "How many sugars do you want?"

"Two please. And milk" He gave me a dazzling smile which made me nearly drop the sugar bowl.

We chattered away as I made the coffees. While the kettle was boiling I kicked my heels off and nearly sighed orgasmically as my bare feet made contact with the carpet. Ahhh, sweet relief.

I poured the coffee, stirred it, then carried them both over to Dan, who stood up to take one from me. It was only when I got close to him when I realised how tall he actually was, compared to my menial 5"4. Now I wasn't in heels, he towered over me. He looked straight into my eyes again and I gazed back, trying to stop myself from falling at his feet.

We stood in silence for a second, not breaking each other's gaze. Without looking away, Dan took both mugs from me and put them on the coffee table. Then it was like two cars hitting each other at top speed; he pushed his mouth onto mine, and it took me a few seconds to respond as I couldn't quite believe my luck, but I was soon leaning right into the kiss. He tasted of alcohol and something sweet, and his mouth was soft and warm.

Dan wasted no time in parting my lips with his tongue, and I soon felt his his warm, wet tongue flicking over mine. I wrapped both my arms around his neck, and tangled my fingers in his hair. His hands went to the small of my back, and he pulled me right up close to his chest. I could feel the heat between us as he hastened the speed of the kiss. He felt urgent and panicked, but in a good way. A sexual way. He lifted me onto my tiptoes so I was hanging from his neck, our mouths still locked. He brought a hand up into my thick hair, caressing the back of my head and burying his fingers in my curls.

I pulled away. "What about the coffee?" I asked, looking up into his eyes which were filled with desire.

"I think the coffee can wait." He said shortly, and bent me backwards into another kiss.