A Silhouette and Maybe More

The Visit

Today was my lazy day, as well as Dan's. I exited my bedroom in my pyjamas, which consisted of my vest top, which was like a second skin, and a small pair of comfortable shorts. The heat in England had really began to pick up, I couldn't make it through the night where I wouldn't toss or turn. I ended up just waking Dan up too.

I stand and simply acknowledge the mess left behind from me, Abigail and Dan's laziness. Pizza boxes stacked up, beer cans left crumbled and the thin layer of dust shielding the shine of the glass table. I huffed and began to clear it all away.

I had no plans for today, nothing except spending my time doing marathons for every possible tv series and binge on all sweet or savoury snacks we had stacked in our cupboards. Because why not. Once I finished tidying the house and every speck of dust was cleared and I sat and relaxed for a while, holding my favourite book in my clutches. While reading the book it reminded me of my parents for whom I'd not seen in a very long time. And it's just as well. If my father saw Dan here with me and alive, it would mean never seeing him again. I just couldn't allow Dan to be anywhere near my parents. Perks of having a father who is head police officer and a criminal for a boyfriend.

About half an hour later I heard the ruffle of Dan's feet glide across the wooden panels, stopping at the doorway to yawn.

"Morning...or should I say afternoon." I smirked. Half 12 was the time, meaning he has slept for over 11 hours. He tried replying mid-yawn which came out with something that sounded like a Chewbacca impression. I watched him as he unenthusiastically shuffled over the kitchen and making a meal.

"Are you doing anything today?" I asked, just trying to keep the conversation up.

"Nothing in particular, what about you?"

"Same. I have a queue of Tv programmes waiting for me to watch them. Care to join?" I giggled.

"Love to."

We began with the Sherlock series, one of my absolute favourites. The writers and directors are geniuses, never in a million years would I be able to think of every intricate detail to solving a case. Brilliant. Dan, however, sees it as being unrealistic and thinks himself as being as smart as Sherlock Holmes. We were in mid-argument before things got slightly out of hand.

"Okay then smart guy. Can you solve a case by looking at the size of someone's feet?" I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Yeah, it can't be that hard."

I burst out laughing at this point, he can barely work the coffee machine in his worst of times. I can admit; he naturally has the mindset of a musician and producing a song is no task for him, but sometimes it's his common sense abilities that loses him the race.

He playfully slapped me for the insult and continued watching, grumbling to himself every now and then about how he's not stupid. He was in such a mood with me that he sat at the opposite end of the couch. Did it bother me? No. I'd just laugh along, besides, he can't stay angry at me for too long. That's already been proven.

"God, do you two ever stop flirting?" Mentioned Abigail strutting into the living room looking very formal and professional. I gave her a look, she knew what I was motioning at.

"Oh, yeah. I've got a job interview and I need to leave in ten minutes or I'm going to be late."

I watched her check her phone as a gleaming grin spread across her rosy cheeks.

"God do you two ever stop flirting?" I smiled back. The text was from Kyle. It doesn't take Sherlock Holmes to figure that out.

With Abigail gone, we sat and watched the remainder of Sherlock with Dan shouting out snarky comments about how he 'knew it' and 'it's obvious!'.

I may of hit him with a pillow.

An hour later and we had finished, neither of us have the competence to move. We were embedded in the masses of duvets and cushions that it trapped us in everlasting warmth and comfort. That was, until the door went.

I groaned rather too loudly and headed to whatever delinquent disrupted our comfort session. The evil giggles of laughter coming behind me, teasing me that he was still relaxing and not bothering to move. I opened to the door to face of my father.

It was then my heart stopped.

A/n: So so so sorry! I've just been caught up with some things. Please forgive me!