Savior (Dan x Reader)
Request: Can you do one where Y/N got stuck into talking to a volunteer with a clip board and Dan pretends that he knows her by playing along and they leave together. Does that make sense?
Word Count: 395
Warnings: None! Just funny floof
Sorry it’s short – but I wasn’t too sure how to end it any differently. I hope it’s okay!!
“It really helps the orphans, thank you so much.” The
strange smelling woman with the clip board smiles at you, eyeing up your purse
as you pull it out.
“How much did you say, again?” You ask, instantly regretting your decision of hesitating to look at the charity – you only came out for some innocent Halloween and early Christmas shopping.
“£60. For a start, anyway.” The woman puts on another grin, and you pull a face, playing with your credit card.
“You know, I have somewhere to be…”
“It only takes two minutes, I promise!” The woman practically yells at you, grabbing your arm. You frown at her, pulling your arm away, when a hand lands on your shoulder.
A guy with chocolate brown hair swept to the side and similar coloured eyes that glimmer in the weak autumn sunlight beams at you from the side, and you can’t help but stop for a moment.
“Hey, Grace!” The man shouts enthusiastically, pulling you into a hug – which is terrifying but also awkward at the same time due to high difference. “Go along with it if you want to escape.” He mutters in your ear, before stepping back.
“Hey… Tyler.” You grin at him a little, nodding a little as though to ask if you are doing it right. “Long time no see.”
“Can I have your credit card details now please?” The woman persists, her eyes slightly panicked by the new company.
“You know; we have a place to go.” ‘Tyler’ laughs, ignoring the woman’s frantic hand gestures. “Terribly sorry.” You shove your purse back in your bag and give out an overly emphasized laugh.
“Sorry!” You squeak, before your savior guides you away, his palm pressed against your back, the frustrated yelling from the woman behind you fading into the city life as you get further away. “Thank you so much,” You sigh.
“Not at all.” He laughs, removing his hand and shoving it into a pocket. “£60 as a starting point? That’s just crazy.” You chuckle. “Anyway, what’s your name?”
“Dan.” You exchange a glance and a smirk, before you burst out laughing. “Anyway, where did we need to go?”
“Does Starbucks sound any good?” You try. “I’ve never had a pumpkin spiced latte before.” Dan’s eyes widen a little, and he pulls a fake offended face.
“Starbucks it certainly is.”