FALLING IN LOVE AT A COFFEE SHOP | D.H [✓]

Thirty Eight

(Dan's POV)

We had been in Canada for a week now and I can honestly say that it has been one of the best weeks of my life. Not only have I been able to spend entire days with Aria, but also I have been able to learn more about her. I felt as if I had finally got to know everything about her. All the major aspects as well as the minor. Everything was perfect.

She had said she loved me. Actually said it. The whole situation had left me utterly speechless and the only thing on my mind was how quickly yet undeniably in love I was with her. I know we had only been dating for a few months but I really couldn't imagine being with anyone else. She was the one I wanted to be with forever.

Now I obviously wasn't going to propose or anything. We were way too young and we still had obstacles we would have to maneuver around. I know she wanted to go to school and I still had to see where YouTube would take me. But, I did want to marry her eventually. As crazy and idiotic as that may sound.

I adored everything about her. From the way her hair would always be tied up because it always fell in her face and she would lose her mind and say she was going to shave it off to prevent the annoyance.

How she constantly seemed to be writing novels in her mind when she zoned out. Her mind never shut off and it wasn't a surprise how she could never fall asleep. But, when she did, it would take an earthquake to wake her before her body either naturally woke up or when it was forced due to her alarm.

How she never complained about going to work and rarely took days off because she truly enjoyed working in the little bookstore. How she explained the bookstore as if it were a palace because to her, it basically was.

Finally, how she loved coffee more than breathing. To her, it wasn't just a drink to keep you warm and keep you awake. She made you fall in love with coffee just by the way she explained it. She says the way someone takes their coffee is an idea to who they are as a person. I never really understood her reasoning behind that metaphor but I enjoyed her rambling all the same.

I lay awake staring at the ceiling as I feel the sunlight warming up the room through the window. The rays of sun light up her face and I smile softly as her chest raises up and down and her eyelashes flutter slightly. Her warm brown eyes open and my smile grows significantly when she looks at me. I swear I fell in love all over again whenever she did something simple as look in my direction. I was truly a fool for her.

"Good morning." she croaks out which causes me to chuckle slightly.

"Good morning love."

We remain cuddled up in the blankets for another half an hour before both of our stomachs begin to rumble. As much as I wanted to stay here forever, the smell of pancakes is luring me downstairs. We make the journey to the kitchen wearing our pyjamas and sit down the table after saying good morning to her parents.

Her mother is an absolute gem. She is one of the kindest women I have ever met and it makes it seem impossible that only a few years ago she abandoned her family. Maybe she was trying to make up for lost time. She will often give me bone crushing hugs which I have grown accustomed to. When we first got here I assumed I would end up feeling awkward but she made me feel like a part of the family the moment we stepped off of the plane.

Her father was kind to but there was still something that felt off. Maybe it was because I was the boyfriend of his only daughter or maybe he didn't see me fit. Whatever it was, I still felt awkward around him despite him being kind.

We eat the pancakes and make small talk in between bites. I can feel her fathers lingering stare on me and I try to keep my eyes everywhere but on him. Every time he moves the knife to cut off a piece of pancake I can't help but feel like he's moving it to stab me. This paranoia wasn't allowing me to actually enjoy my breakfast but I ate anyways.