MALADRESSE ✞

2.2

Waking up feeling happy and refreshed could be the thing that starts everyone's day off in a good mood, but mine was waking up in the arms of my love. I rest my chin on his head and inhale the smell of his strawberry shampoo, I plant a soft kiss on his head before snugging back into him and slowly drifting back to sleep with a smile on my face.

A couple of hours later I wake to somebody caressing my face, I smile and push my face further into the hand.

"Dan? Wake up, babe. I made breakfast,"

"Hm," I let out before snuggling back into the quilt.

"Dan? I love you,"

"Hm," I snuggle further into the covers.

"Dan? I made pancakes,"

"Good morning, sunshine," I say, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

"Pancake lovin' whore," he mutters and I gasp.

"Too true," I admit, bowing my head.

I begin to eat my pancakes and I moan in satisfaction. I wolf them down before laying back in contentment.

"I think those were the best pancakes I've had in my life,"

"I'm glad you liked them," Phil chuckles, taking the tray off me and I'm guessing he walked into kitchen to put it back.

When he walks back in he smiles widely at me and sits down on the bed and bounces up and down. I study my boyfriend as he just contently sits there bouncing with a massive grin on his face; sometimes I really do wonder what goes through the mind of Philip Lester.

It was quiet in the room, but I liked it. No sound other than our breathing, the cars zooming past outside and the squeaking of my bed springs. I close my eyes and reminisce in what has happened to me over the past year. I've met Phil, I've dated Peej, I've been cheated on, I've became best friends with Phil, I've collaborated with Phil, I've seen Tyler and Troye with Phil, I've started dating Phil, I've went to Pj and Chris's wedding with Phil, I've went on dates with Phil, I've slept with Phil, I've slept in the same bed as Phil.

Geez, all that's left to do is get married, we've seemed to have done everything else.

"I want to take you out today," Phil says suddenly, scaring the freaking crap out of me.

"Mother of anything holy, Phil! You scared the crap out of me!" I exclaim.

"It doesn't matter, get ready to go out. Oh! I want to pick your clothes too,"

"Taking me out and choosing my clothes, Phil are you okay?"

"Can't I do anything for my lovely boyfriend without him questioning my well being?"

I give him a pointed look.

"Just come on," he huffs before looking into my drawers and wardrobe and pulling out some clothes.

He pulls out some boxers and socks, black skinny jeans and a black dress top, my leather jacket and my black Converse. Very dressy and yet casual,  where was he planning on taking me exactly? I shrug and I get dressed into the chosen clothes and I was about to reach for the straighteners before my hand was harshly slapped away.

"You touch them I'll fucking kill you." Phil growls sexily.

"Phil, are you sure you're okay? You just swore!"

"It shows how passionate I am towards you not touching those straighteners,"

"But Phil, my hair,"

"Is sexy as hell and it's taking me all my strength not to pounce on you right now, but we have places to be and times to be there so get your ass in the bathroom and brush your teeth so I can kiss you," He says, pulling up his skinny jeans.