Can I Be Your Number One? (Dan Howell aka danisnotonfire Fanfiction).

Chapter Nine.

A couple of days later and Tay seems to be in a better mood, much to my relief. He hasn't gotten drunk anymore and he actually did go out to find a job. Tomorrow he has an interview, which is all he's been able to talk about. I'm sitting on the sofa, my feet propped up on the seat beside me while I stare at the cracked screen on my phone. It's so cringe worthy that every time I look at the phone to text I get irritated. I haven't been able to fix the screen and it's so expensive that I might as well buy a new phone. Tay comes into the living room, blabbing about his interview tomorrow. He's got a bag of chips in one hand and a bottle of soda in the other. He pauses his talking long enough to ask, "Can you move your feet and then put them back in my lap when I sit down?"
I move my feet, but I don't put them back in his lap.
"I'm glad you've got an interview," I tell him truthfully.
"Me too," Tay says, smiling over at me. He sets the chips and soda down on the coffee table and turns to face me. He leans forward resting his chin and hand on my left knee.
"I was thinking about taking you to dinner tomorrow night if the interview goes well," Tay says quietly.
I smile slightly and turn my head to look at the television.
"Zosy?" Tay says, reaching his hand towards mine. He twines our fingers together and says, "I'm sorry about breaking your phone. I'll get you a new one."
I nod my head and lean my head against the sofa's arm. I close my eyes, thinking of going to the grocery store because since Tay's been here he's been cooking more and I don't have a lot of food stocked. Suddenly I feel Tay's lips connect to my neck and my eyes fly open. He places himself between my legs and looks up at me through his eyelashes. He kisses me gently on my lips, making me get butterflies in my stomach. I stand up quickly, not wanting our kissing to go further. 
"Um, I've got to go to the grocery store. You need anything?" I ask, grabbing my coat and bag with one hand while I'll pull my boots on with the other. He's giving me a confused frown and then he says, "I think we need some fresh basil for dinner tonight."
"Okay," I say and open the apartment door. "I'll be back in a little while."
I close the door before he can reply and I sigh. I'm tired of Tay sending these mixed signals. One day he's an asshole and then the next he's bearable and sweet. He's definitely bipolar or something. I take my phone out of my pocket and contemplate texting Dan. He keeps texting me and I reply, but delete the texts afterwards because I don't want Tay to get angry again. He hasn't texted me since yesterday morning and that was just seeing how I was. I hail a cab once outside and tell him directions to the grocery store, texting Olive once the cab starts moving.

*Dan and Phil's Third POV*

"Dan!" Phil calls from the kitchen. Dan's in his room, being sulky, and Phil's having a fit because there's no cereal. NO CEREAL! The delivery man didn't bring all of the groceries and Phil's not going to be the one who goes out and gets what wasn't brought. Dan will, because he needs to get out of the apartment anyways.
Dan doesn't reply to Phil even after five minutes of being called so Phil sighs, rolling his eyes. He marches to Dan's room to find him underneath the duvet, his Hobbit hair the only thing sticking out.
"Dan, I need you to go out and get some of the groceries that weren't brought." Phil tells me. "The delivery man didn't bring everything."
"Then call the fucking delivery man and tell him to bring the stuff."
"No, you are going to get it." Phil says sternly. "I'm tired of you sulking. So get out of bed right now or I'll text Zo and tell her that you eat your own boogers."
Dan glares out from under the blanket at Phil and then he sits up.
"I don't eat my boogers," Dan says as he gets out of bed.
"She doesn't know that," Phil replies. He hands Dan a grocery list and tells him he'll see him soon.