Can I Be Your Number One? (Dan Howell aka danisnotonfire Fanfiction).

Chapter Four.

The next morning I wake up five minutes before my alarm clock to the smell of eggs and sausage frying and coffee perculating. At first I'm confused. Why would someone break into my apartment to make breakfast? But then I remember that Tay is back and that he spent the night. Now he's in my kitchen making breakfast when he's actually supposed to be gone. I yank my covers off and stomp into my kitchen to find Tay turning over sausage and wearing my blue and black striped apron.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I ask.
"Good morning," Tay says before turning around and smiling at me. "I thought I'd be kind and make you breakfast, like you used to do for me."
I roll my eyes and glare at him. As soon as I open my mouth to say something I start sneezing and I realize that I'm coming down with a cold. Combination of being sweaty and hot and then going out into the freezing air results in getting a cold. Tay's eyes widen and he quickly removes the frying pan from the stove before coming over to me. He feels my forehead and then asks me if I feel all right. I push his hand away and wipe my nose on my sleeve before saying, "I feel perfectly fine. Now get out of my apartment."
I don't really feel fine. I've got a pounding headache and all the other symptoms of a common cold. When I got up I was too angry about Tay still being here so I didn't notice I was coming down with a cold.
"You don't look fine," Tay says, concern filling his brown eyes. "You look tired. You shouldn't go to work today, go lie back down. I'll bring you in something to snack on."
I just do as he tells me because I don't feel like arguing with him. If I called Olive and told her I have a cold, she'd make sure I have everything I need. Plus I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. So it's definitely not like I need Tay taking care of me. I lie back down on my bed and cover myself back up with my blankets. I don't feel good but my bed and blankets do. Maybe it won't be so bad to have Tay here waiting on me hand and foot until I get better. Tay comes into my room a couple of minutes later, carrying a tray with a bowl of soup, crackers, and ginger ale on it.
"Here you are, my darling." Tay says as he sits down at the edge of my bed with the tray sitting on his lap.
"Don't call me that," I mumble, turning over and burying my face into my pillow.
"Here, eat a little bit of soup." Tay says, scooting up beside me.
"I don't want any," I say stubbornly.
"Sit up so I can feed you." He says, placing his hand on my hip.
"You? Feed me? You must be joking." I scoff. I sit up and prop my pillows up before taking the tray from Tay. I pick up my spoon and eat a spoonful of soup.
"There, isn't that better?" Tay asks, a small smile in his face. "Doesn't it taste good?"
"It tastes like the can it came out of," I retort. Tay chuckles and says, "Well, I would've made you some soup but you didn't have any ingredients."
I give him a dirty look while I take a sip from my ginger ale.
"Why are you being so cold towards me?" Tay asks, a confused frown on his face.
"Did you seriously just ask me that?" I ask him. He nods, his brows knitting together.
"Well, let me see. You called me bad names, like 'bitch', when I'd do something you didn't like, which was apparently all the time. I bent over backwards doing things for you and you never appreciated it. You never told me you loved me even though I told you I loved you multiple times a day. You were a complete asshole, Tay."
"I'm sorry," Tay says, placing his hand on my knee. "Can you forgive me? I missed you and I do love you. I'll do whatever you want me to. Take you out places, buy you whatever you want, whatever you want me to do I'll do for you. I promise."
I think of how he treated me when we first started dating. He was so nice and perfect. Acted the way he's acting now, in fact. I think what made him change after we dated for a while were the 'friends' he was hanging out with.
"You aren't hanging out with those....those pieces of shits anymore are you?" I ask after a couple of minutes of silence.
"No, I stopped hanging out with them a long time ago." Tay says.
"Good," I say with a small sigh. "I'll consider forgiving you. But give me a couple of days. I might feel differently when my cold goes away."
Tay chuckles and then leans forward to give me a kiss on my cheek.
"I'm going to go call your boss and then I'm going to the store to get you some stuff to make you feel better." Tay says as he stands up. "You just relax. Nibble on your crackers."
He kisses my forehead and then leaves my room, leaving the door open just a crack. I hear him talking on the phone with my boss and then I bury my face in my hands.
Why did he have to come back here? I was getting along well before he showed up. A nice job, a forming crush on Dan, and then he shows up causing my old feelings to resurface. I'm in a bad mood about the whole situation. I'm angry at myself for still being halfway in love with Tay and I'm angry at him for coming back. Love will make you completely stupid.
Completely. Stupid.

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I wake up sometime later, feeling stuffed up and hot. My arms are wrapped halfway around Tay's waist and I remember that I fell asleep curled up beside him while watching a movie. I take my arms away from him and he instantly wakes up. He always was one to wake up in the middle of the night if you moved around. I slept on the sofa many times because of it.
"Do you need anything?" Tay asks, sitting up. He feels my forehead with the backs of his fingers and then reaches over me to get the thermometer. He sticks the thermometer under my tongue and while he's waiting for it to take my temperature, he gets up to pour me something to drink. I lie there with my eyes closed as I hear Tay dumping ice into a glass and then pouring drink over in it. The thermometer rapidly beeps just as soon as Tay comes back in the room, glass in hand. He takes the thermometer and glances at it before saying, "You have a slight fever but it could be because you're under the blankets."
He pulls the blankets down and then hands me the glass of ginger ale.
"Has Olive texted me?" I ask, indicating I want Tay to hand me my cell phone. He hands me my phone and I see that I have several texts from Olive, as well as a voice mail from her, and a couple of texts from Dan. I look at Dan's texts first and see that he's asking if I can come over and spend a couple of hours hanging out with him and Phil tonight. I text back a reply, telling him I regretfully can't come because I have a cold but that I promise to come as soon as I get better.
Olive's texts consist of: "OMG!!!! WILL DID ASK ME TO MARRY HIM!!!!" to, "How come you haven't answered the phone or my texts? You are not so busy that you're not able to congratulate me on getting engaged!".
I tell her I have a cold, thank you very much, and that I would've eventually gotten around to answering her messages. I lay my phone down on the night side table and swing my legs over the side of the bed.
"Where are you going? Do you need help?" Tay asks me, verging on getting on my nerves. I get that he's just being nice and he's trying to make up for being an asshole while we were dating, but I'm perfectly capable of going to the bathroom by myself, and I tell him so. I hear my phone ding while I'm in the bathroom but I don't think much of it. I wash my hands when I'm finished peeing and then exit the bathroom to find my phone in Tay's hand.
"Who's Dan?" He asks with a frown. I get a sinking feeling. He's going to flip out on me now. Whenever another dude would flirt or even look at me Tay would get so pissed off I was afraid he'd start a fight (which he did do a couple of times). Tay looks up from the phone, giving me an expectant look. I imagine my expression is one of deer-caught-in-the-headlights kind of look.
"A....friend I met a couple of days ago." I say hesitantly.
"Oh," Tay says and shrugs as he hands the phone back to me.
"Wait," I say, frowning as I take the phone from his outstretched hand. "You're not angry at me?"
"Why would I be angry? You can hang out with whomever you choose. Come lie back down, I'm going to go make you some dinner. I'm going to make chicken noodle soup and by the time it's finished you should be hungry."
He gently places his hands on my shoulders and steers me to the bed. He plants a kiss on the back of my head and then leaves while I get resituated. Did he hit his head the couple of months we were away from each other? Or did he really just realize how much of a bastard he was and decided to change?
My frown disappears as soon as I read Dan's text though.
Is there anything you need? Tissues, Netflix, chocolate? xDan.
Thank you anyways but I'm all covered. xZosia.
I think it would probably less confusing if Dan was taking care of me but Tay seems to be doing a pretty good job of it. For now at least. I'm just scared he'll go back to being his normal self at any moment.
I've decided not to tell Dan or Olive about Tay, at least for the time being. I didn't want Tay to know about Dan but he just took it upon himself to be nosy and look at my text from Dan. Olive would have a complete fit if she knew I was letting Tay take care of me. And she'd have an even bigger fit if she knew that I was considering getting back together with him.