Danny Jones

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This story was requested by @brookecroff7

It was a warm summer afternoon and we had just finished setting up our tent for camping. It was Harry and Dougie sharing a tent, James as Matt sharing a tent, Tom and Danny and then there was me on my own. However I have come across my first problem, I have no sleeping bag. SHIT!

"Guys?"

"Yer"

"Yep"

"What's up"

"Do any of you happen to have a spare sleeping bag?"

"No sorry"

"Fuck" I muttered under my breath

- - - - - - -

It is night now and we are all sitting around the camp fire telling stories and playing truth or dare.

"Y/N truth or dare?" Tom asked

"Dare"

"I dare you to sleep in Danny's sleeping bag with him tonight"

I felt my cheeks heat up at just the thought of us sharing a tent, but a sleeping bag, now I'm flustered.

"Yer go on"

"We all know you like each other" Dougie exclaimed

"Shut up man" Danny said. Then he turned to me

"What do you say sweetheart?"

Holy mother of -

"Okay"

- - - - - - -

As Danny and I entered his tent I was immediately forced into a hard chest. Danny's chest.

"D-Danny what are you doing?"

"I love you Y/N I always have"

The next thing I know his lips are on mine and we separated after we both was out of breathe.

"I love you too"

Then we cuddled under the sleeping bag till we fell asleep legs intwined, fingers interlocked, my head in the crock of his neck and his on top of mine.

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