why don't we imagines

move in with me? (d.s.)

a/n: hope you like this one!

Summary:  Daniel asks you to move in with him. 

Warm yellow rays wafted through the window, weaving past the silver threaded sky and landing on the surface of the unmade bed. Daniel was sitting up at the foot of the mattress. He bounced his bare knees nervously, glancing between your clothes draped on his chair across the room and the portion of dresser drawers he left empty for you. The soft scrunching of the cool bed sheets sounded across the fresh morning atmosphere. Daniel dipped down and sunk his head into the crook of your neck. He lingered there beside you, letting the sweet scent of the perfume still tattooed into your skin consume his nerves.

He felt you start to stir and inched back a little as your eyelids peeled open. He watched you reach a hand out towards him, your fingers stretching out into the light of dawn and almost flicked against his forehead, but he grabbed a hold of them gently and pressed kisses to your knuckles.

"Good morning, baby." He giggled, rubbing up and down your forearm.

"...morning." You replied sleepily, tugging at his shirt with your other hand to pull him beside you again.

"I'm going to head downstairs to make breakfast, alright." He whispered.

You nodded. Daniel kissed your head once more and hopped off the bed to put a pair of shorts on. It was a little chilly this morning, so he wore a hoodie too, and made his way out of the bedroom.

The pair of you had talked about moving in together before, mostly just light-hearted conversations about waking up together someday or being able to have a sleepover every night like your younger selves would have loved. But there wasn't much talk about the serious business of moving into his house, let alone having his brother as an added roommate....and Kobe...but the little puppy wasn't even a concern to Daniel as he knew Kobe would surely be your second favourite roommate after himself.

He saw flashes of Kobe's dark wagging tail peeking from the corner to the living room as he walked down the stairs, brushing his hands over the new Christmas garland interlocked around the railing. He outstretched his arms at the second-to-last step to greet his dog with gentle kisses, rubs and pats. He looked up at the tree standing tall a fair distance away, the lights were off as he'd shut them off the night before, and he went over to turn them on again. Kobe followed him silently. He dipped down, and then back up at them at the sound of a click, watching as the multicoloured lights instantly brightened the tree. Kobe seemed to be even more enthralled by the sudden change in colour in front of him and walked closer to the tree to get a good sniff of everything.

Daniel smiled, then turned the corner to the kitchen to begin gathering the ingredients for breakfast, from the top of his head since he'd seen you make this recipe many times before. First were the eggs, then milk, then flour....and lastly the butter and sugar. He stopped behind one of the kitchen cabinets for a moment.

"Am I missing something?" He turned back at the sound of small paws tapping against the wood flooring. The next minute, he was gazing down at Kobe, whose ears just bent downwards, and head jerked to the side, big eyes focused on his owner.

Daniel was no chef. He usually let his brother, Christian, hold that title and directed his efforts towards music. But for this special question he wanted to ask you, cooking a simple batch of pancakes seemed like the best option, especially with food being the tried-and-true way to someone's heart. Daniel knew well that you reciprocated the same level of commitment as he did, and that moving in was indeed the next step in your relationship. Despite the fact, he found himself playing that familiar head-spinning 'what if' game in his head while whisking the bowl of pancake mixture. What if it was too soon? What if you'd say no? What if-

The voice in Daniel's head literally stopped mid-sentence and he snapped his head to his sleepy girlfriend sauntering in from the bedroom upstairs. He dropped the whisk and gave you the happiest smile he could offer as he walked over to greet you properly with a kiss.

He tried to keep his composed facade when you questioned, "what are you making?"

"Pancakes." He answered without looking up from the glass bowl he continued mixing thoroughly. Now, from your spot on one of the island stools, the smooth pancake mixture seemed perfectly blended, but you kept your thoughts to yourself, watching his biceps flex slightly with a cheeky smile gracing your lips.

The faint sizzling of the pancakes hitting the heated pan over and over faded into the background in both of your minds. The only difference was that Daniel's mind was captured by the irrational worries of his big looming question, and yours was focused on the light-hearted fact that he looked so easily handsome while preparing you a plate of warm breakfast.

Syrup, Daniel thought. That's what he was missing. He went over to one of the top cabinets. The golden syrup bottle was practically empty, so he settled for chocolate, pulling out as sneakily as he could so you wouldn't notice.... but that didn't work.

"I thought you hated chocolate." You chimed in.

"I do. It's for you."

Just as he was about to drizzle it onto your plate, biting back his own grimace of disgust, you said, "oh, I can put that on myself," and Daniel's attention was shifted to you once again.

"No, that's fine, I can do it." He said quickly, not even giving you a proper glance.

You merely chuckled, turning your focus to a happy Kobe pawing at your legs from below your stool.

Daniel sighed, rolling up his sleeves a little so he could get this one little message perfect. He left a good gap between the edge of the plate and the pancakes so he could fit the chocolate words 'move in with me?', and with another quick glance at your occupied self, he finally began drizzling on the words with the most precision his steady hands could muster. After a moment, he straightened his back and stared at it, the four chocolate cursive words and messy question mark, and he tried to push his focus away from the premature predictions of your answer whirling in his mind.

The words 'food's ready" falling from Daniel's lips had you lowering Kobe from your lap to the ground and placing your hands readily on the table. Daniel was trembling. This was it. There was no turning back now. He placed the plate down so that the chocolate syrup words were facing you and waited patiently for an answer.

You snapped your head towards him after reading the words in your head. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah?" Daniel said shyly in hopeful suggestion.

"I was so nervous to ask you." Daniel admitted, pulling away after pressing a kiss to your lips. He went over to his own plate and brought it over to the empty spot next to you. It honestly had felt like a blanket of nervousness had hugged his skin for hours now, carrying the weight of his silly worries over his shoulders, and he was so glad that feeling had disappeared.

"I'd love to," You spoke softly, unable to hide the blush that smudged on your cheeks as you hopped off the kitchen barstool. The speed at which Daniel kept in for a hug had giddy laughter falling from your lips and you simply let him release his relief with as much tightness around your waist as he pleased. The both of you lingered there for some time, letting Kobe release his sudden energy that stemmed from oblivious excitement.

"I'm so glad you did."

"Me too." He smiled before kissing your lips with his thumb tucked under your chin.

"Want some?" You asked, already knowing his exact answer. You held up a forkful of chocolate doused pancakes towards him with a smirk.

"No, thank you." Daniel grimaced.