Simply Meant To Be ||Dan x Reader||

Chapter 9 - Asking

Of course we had trouble with our new flat. I seem to be a magnet for disaster. To start off, Phil parked in a handicapped parking slot. So when we came back out to retrieve our luggage from the car there was a ticket which fined us 300 pounds. That was a punch in the gut. Especially since we had just scraped up enough money tooth and nail to rent for a few measly months. Then as soon as we unpacked in our new place we were informed that we were in the wrong room, and had to pack up again, then move up 2 floors to our actual designated apartment. And to finish off our great day, I was called by the Burnush family telling me I was fired. Because they decided they needed a nanny, and not a babysitter. And since I couldn't fill that position they dropped me. That's okay I guess. But I'm going to miss Lilith. And now I was unemployed. Again. After the painful day was drawing to it's end, me and dan slouched on our new couch together. We weren't cuddling, but awkwardly holding hands. Dan gingerly grazed his thumb over my knuckles as he switched through TV channels. After passing a few stations about food I leaned over, setting my head on his shoulder.

"Do you wanna lay down or something." Dan asked, saying it more as a statement than a question.

"Yeah, I do." My head fell onto his lap. His fingers combed through my tangled hair. I shook my leg and bit my lip. Something was taking too long.

"When are you going to ask me out?" The question came out blunt, but I was getting impatient.

"I was planning on it, but I'm waiting for the right moment."

"Right moment? All the moments are right."

"Yeah. But I want it to be romantic. Something you'll remember." My face contorted.

"Save that for our marriage proposal."

"So you want me to ask you out now?" He asked.

"What do you think." I drummed my fingers on his leg, bored and wanting him to get the hint. Dan put his fingers on his chin to seem deep in thought.

"Hmm..." He hummed, "nah, I'm going to wait." I rolled over onto my stomach.

"DannnNn!" I whined and squirmed in his lap. Dan chuckled, but put his hand on my shoulder to make me stop.

"Stop no stop you're crushing my balls." I squirmed even more. Dan tried to shove me off, and I fell down off the couch onto the carpet with a thud. Instead of screaming, though, I broke out into an obnoxious laughter. Phil came in and saw me on the floor and Dan on the couch.

"Hey guys." He sighed, sitting next to Dan. He slumped on the couch and groaned.

"What's wrong Phil?" I asked, sitting up and joining them on the couch.

"Ugh. I don't know. Everything. I'm feeling stressed but I'm not sure what I'm stressed about." I gingerly placed my hand on his shoulder and smiled.

"Maybe you're just stressed about the future. You don't know what's ahead of us." He nodded.

"That sounds about right..." Phil said. Dan rudely cut in.

"That sounds like a 'you' problem." I hit his arm.

"Dan!"

"No no, it's fine (y/n). That's exactly what it is. I just don't know what to do about it, is all."

"Well, you can always talk to us, we'll listen. At least, I know I will." Phil smiled weakly, then broke out into a coughing fit. I leaned over to the coffee table and pulled him a tissue from the tissue box.

"Jesus, Phil, are you alright?" He gladly accepted the tissue from me, and as he blew his nose I got up and turned on the lights, only for the light to reflect a much paler complexion of Phil's actual skin tone. His eyes appeared red and his lips were ghostly white and chapped.