Simply Meant To Be ||Dan x Reader||

Chapter 2 - Phil's Flat

I shifted in my seat nervously. I was practically living with this guy and his friend.

"Uh, Phil?" I inquired timidly.

"Yeah?" He replied, his eyes still glued on the road.

"What's your friend like?" He chuckled.

"Oh, he's a nice guy alright. Kind of awkward. But he has a pretty sweet heart with good intentions, even though he doesn't really exhibit it. So basically, he's just an antisocial twat," He explained to me as he turned the corner to the parking lot of his apartment, "We're here." The car pulled up the parking space nearest to the entrance.

We finally arrived into the flat, and I started observing it. I was the kind of person to notice everything, to take in every detail, even though it wouldn't be needed.

"Where can I put my things?" I held my bag and one of my suitcases, Phil carried the other.

"Oh, you can put them in my friend's room. I'll show you where it is." I followed him as he wandered into a decent sized bedroom. We tucked the suitcases in the corner and I carelessly tossed my duffle bag onto the bed. I fished my phone out of my pocket and read the time. It was already 11 o'clock. Phil yawned and stretched. "I think I'm going to go to bed, it's late and I'll have to get up early to make us breakfast. I can't really cook, so, sorry if I accidentally food poison you." We both laughed, and he left the room to his own to retire for the night.

After changing in a matter of minutes, I peeled back the soft covers of the bed and slipped between them and the mattress. I snuggled inside, feeling lucky. I was a little worried about staying in some random guys house, but I didn't have many other options. I couldn't stay at a hotel with my wallet missing. Before I dozed off, I pulled my phone back out and opened Instagram. I was quite popular on there. I posted a picture of the sky I had captured on the plane and explained in the caption in immense detail about my experience so far in London, a place I could now call home. I talked about me falling down the escalator and being help by a guy named Phil and taken into his flat as a interim home. I set an alarm and shut off my phone, then curled up into the warm sheets, satisfied with how my day had gone.

I had trouble getting out of bed the next morning. I sat up, my hair a knotted mess and my pajama shirt half way up my torso. Slowly, I crawled off of the mattress and into a clean pair of clothes to start the day.

As I walked into the kitchen, my nose was greeted with the sweet aroma of pancakes. Phil glanced over his shoulder to look at me as I entered.

"Oh, good morning, (y/n)! When he turned to face me I could see he was wearing an apron, and the print on it was a muscly guys body. I laughed.

"Good morning Phil! Nice apron." I seated myself at the table which was already set with dishes.

"Thanks. I got it off of eBay," He tried flipping a pancake, "wait, no, or did I get it on Etsy.." When he tried to flip the pancake again like they did in the cartoons, it fell flat on the floor. "Aww.." He groaned, picking it up and tossing it in the trash. I couldn't stifle a small giggle. Within a few more minutes he served me and himself slightly burnt, but still pretty good pancakes. I shoveled them in my mouth. I hadn't eaten dinner last night. I was starving since then. While we were eating Phil piped up, "Hey, so, my friend may or may not be coming back today," He paused to take a sip of his water, "It may even be a couple of days until he returns. But that twat forgot to bring his phone with him so I can't tell him we're having a guest staying with us. When he comes back it's best you explain to him the whole story so he doesn't get confused why there's a random chick sleeping in his bed."

"Alright, I can do that."

After breakfast I went back to my room (although it wasn't actually mine) and whipped out my phone again, texting a friend back in America about everything that has happened so far. While we were texting, I could hear Phil speaking. Who was he talking to? I tried to ignore it. But my curiosity peaked, so I pressed my ear against the wall.

"Hey guys! Dan is out for a day or two, so I'll be making a gaming video by myself." I thought to myself. Gaming video? He made videos? And who was Dan? I got up and ambled to Phil's bedroom. The door was closed, and I didn't want to be rude, so I knocked softly. In moment's time Phil answered.

"Oh, hey," he said softly, "sorry if I was being a little loud. I was recording another video. Do you need anything?" He offered. I waved my hand to dismiss what he said.

"No, I don't need anything, but thanks," I fell silent for a moment, trying to remember the reason I visited him in the first place, "wait, another video? You do it frequently?" Phil nodded.

"Yeah, I have a YouTube channel and I upload fairly often." I peered over his shoulder to the inside of his room to see a high definition video camera fastened to a tripod. I asked him another question.

"I also heard you mention the name of Dan? Who is he?"

"Dan? Oh, he's that friend of mine that I live with. The guy's room you've been lodged in. I forgot to tell you his name, didn't I?" I nodded. He explained to me how they both had channels and made YouTube videos all the time.

"That's funny. You probably don't know, but I have a YouTube channel as well," I stated, "but I haven't heard of you guys before. I wonder why.." I said out loud to myself. "I mean I'm not at all that popular on it, I just enjoy making some useful tutorials and such to help other people." The tall man smiled down at me.

"Aw, that's nice. If you want, I could feature you in a video. Maybe Dan will see it before he comes home." I felt my heart beat dramatically.

"Yeah, I'd love that!" He let me into his room, and I sat on the edge of his bed where the camera was facing. The lens seemed to glare at me, coruscating from the reflecting light that shone through the open window. Phil went behind the camera and click a red button. The camera beeped, then a red light flashed. Phil rushed over and plopped down next to me. The light flashed four times before it stopped, and right when it did Phil started with an introduction.

"Hey guys! Dan is out for the time being, a day or two. But while he was out, I managed to pick up this lovely lady at the airport," he motioned his hands at me, presenting myself to the camera. I waved and smiled sheepishly.

"Hey." I said in a meek voice.

"And today, we are going to be doing the 'what's in my mouth' challenge! I refused to do this with Dan because I don't trust what he's going to put in my mouth, but I can trust (y/n). Are you ready?" I couldn't hold in my laughter, and started giggling like a child as he tied a blindfold securely over his eyes. "I hope you're okay with this." I continued to have giggle fits.

"Yeah yeah," He unhinged his jaw wide. I picked something random up from the floor, "I hope you're ready for this."

We finished the video with him putting a cotton ball in my mouth.

"Is it.. I don't know, a cotton ball?" I said uncertainly.

"Yes!" Phil beamed, and I cheered silently. After that he lifted the blindfold from my eyes and restored my vision, "Alright guys, that's all we have time for. (Y/n) has a YouTube channel chock full of helpful tutorials and who knows? Maybe some comedy eventually. So click on her face for a lick to her channel and subscribe!" And with that he got up and clicked the button to shut off the camera.

"That was fun." I chuckled.

"Yeah, we should probably have dinner. You like pizza?"

"I love pizza. I'd marry pizza." I looked him dead in the eye.

"Pizza it is then, I'll go order it."

After eating I resided in my room. Phil went to sleep, so I was awake and alone. Something kept me from sleeping, but I didn't now what. I rolled over to my side to stare out the window. The cicadas sung softly, adding to the comforting atmosphere of the night. The nightly breeze blew through the leaves and rustled their fragile shapes, shading over the moon's light as it gleamed over the horizon and illuminated the room with a bluish tint. As I stared out the window a tall figure entered the room. I hadn't noticed it and continued to gaze out the window. The moon's light made me weary, and I shut my heavy eyelids to try and sleep. Just as I started to relax, the covers I were so deeply nestled into were stripped. As the sheets were suddenly yanked off of me I felt the cold air hit my exposed flesh.

"What are you doing in my bed?" A unfamiliar voice asked, alarmed.