Of course it's you.

Chapter 2

*Dan's POV*

        When I wake up the next day my legs are tangled up in the sheets, ensuring I was paralyzed from the waist down, the upper half of my body however, was being held captive by a certain man with black hair and blue eyes. Bloody Phil. He stirs slightly and I stay as still as possible to ensure that I don't wake him up, and so that I can savour the moment a little longer. I drag my fingers lightly across his forehead and stroke the few stray hairs that are overlapping his eyebrows out of his face. I study ever tiny part of his face, his long spidery eyelashes, his slightly crooked nose and his beautifully serene expression. Just as I brush away a few more hairs his eyes flutter open. I can feel a dark blush covering my face as he looks up at me. "G'morning," he mutters sleepily, a small smile gracing his lips. My heart just about stopped. "G-Good morning," I'm surprised I can even muster those words as by this time he has curled up against my side and has attempted to snuggle into my back. "S-should I get us some breakfast?" I ask, thankful to have found a subject that isn't awkward.

"Mhmmm, no, stay here, you're warm," he mumbles from under the covers.

"What?"

"You're warm stay here, please?". He looks up at me with pleading eyes and my hearts shudders. "S-sure, if that's what you want." And with that he snuggles further into the pillows, forcing me to wriggle into a more comfortable position. I pray that the butterflies will stop soon so that I can calm down and actually enjoy myself, but in the situation I was in, that was almost impossible. When I had finally convinced him to get up the next challenge was to decide what the hell we were going to have to eat, seeing as we had no bread, milk or cereal and neither of us could be bothered to walk to the shop down the road. "We could just eat biscuits," Phil suggests. "Or, we could be normal people and cook something?", I respond with an air of sarcasm. But despite all of my protests and valid points we still end up on the sofa eating custard creams. I glance up at him and I'm surprised to see that he's already looking at me, he giggles slightly before saying, "Have I ever told you how cute you look when you're really concentrating on something?" I could feel my heart thudding in my chest. "Hahaha, funnily enough that's never come up in conversation before."

"Well," he began,"you DO look really cute when you're concentrating."

And with that he turns his attention back to the television and lays his legs across my lap. What even was that?! He's never said anything like that to anyone before! Let alone me. Maybe I'm overreacting, I really need a hobby, all of this obsessing over Phil isn't helping me one bit. "What are the plans for today?" I ask.

"Umm, well I didn't really have anything in mind other than gaming, eating and taking a few naps, do you have anything you want to do?"

"Gaming sounds good, want to try and beat me on Mario again?"

"Geez," he replies, "you won once and refuse to let it go, just remember how long it took YOU to beat ME in the first place."

"Well, it looks like someone is a sore loser, come at me bro," I say with a smirk. And with that he hops over to the other side of the room and turns on the Wii. "Oh it's on!" he remarks, with an air of determination.

We're about half way through the game when it happens, me and him have been inching closer and closer to each other throughout, so when he jumped up, it shouldn't have come as such a surprise when he realised his jumper was caught on my belt buckle and was pulled straight back on top of me.

"Shit! Are you alright?" he asks, from on top of my chest.

"Well I would be a lot better if the Large Lump aka. Phil Lester wasn't crushing me to death," I respond laughing. I must be vaguely calm on the outside as Phil hasn't noticed anything weird yet, but inside my heart feels like it could burst out of my chest at any moment. But disaster strikes when he begins to tickle me, "OH GOD PHIL NO!!! STOP!! I MEAN IT OH MY GOD!!!"

"Hmm? what's wrong?" He asks mockingly, pinning me down and tickling me harder. Christ I need to think of a way to get him off faster. By the time I manage to wriggle out my trousers have become a little bit tighter and my face a whole lot redder.

"Right, well, I err, should probably, umm, yeah." Was all I could muster before leaving the room to go and get a coffee to help me calm down. This was really getting harder for me to control, it took so much of my mental and physical strength not to lean up and kiss him when he had me against the ground. I can hear him in the livingroom putting away the controllers. I need to think of another plan to distract me for the rest of the day, otherwise things are going to get seriously awkward, for me anyway. When he finally comes into the kitchen, the kettle has finished boiling, "Do you want one?" I look up and he looks rather distracted, "HEY! Earth to Phil, earth to Phil!" His eyes snap up to my face, "Uh, sorry?" He mumbles, going vaguely red in the face.

"Do you want some coffee? Tea?"

"I-I'm good thanks." Something isn't right with him, he seems distracted, slightly nervous and maybe even embarrassed. I'm surprised at how quickly his mood has changed since his tickle attack ten minutes ago.

"If you don't mind, I'm going to go to my room. I've got some videos to edit." He leaves the room with a small smile and I don't see him for the rest of the afternoon. By the time he emerges I am already in bed and I only know he's up because he sticks his head around my bedroom door. "Mmmpf, Phil?" I ask sleepily.

"Hey," he says softly, "do you mind if I sleep in here again?"

"Sure, just don't keep me up with your snoring." And with that he clambers into bed next to me and snuggles right down into the covers. I can't believe I like this weirdo.

A/N Hey! I'm back, I really hope you like this chapter! I would love to get some constructive criticism on this fanfic as it is my first one. It would also be great if anyone has ideas they would like to put forward for later chapters.

~Lena