Just when we are sitting in a cab on our way back to the hotel, I realize how typsy Dan actually is. "How much did you drink?", I ask him. "Just, um- one or two cocktails?" Phil laughs: "Come on, you had way more that." "Okay maybe a few more."
We arrive at the hotel about 20 minutes later and all three of us get into the elevator.
"Bye, see you tomorrow!", I say after it stop on Dan's floor. "Wait, you're coming with me!", he says and grabs my hand. I shrug back: "You better get some sleep." I honestly don't want typsy Dan to be around me. "Please? I'm not even tired." "Okay, but I won't stay long."
We say goodbye to Phil, who lives on another floor, and go to Dan's room.
"Do you want something?", Dan asks, standing by the mini bar in his room. "No, I think you had enough too." "I'm fine, Y/N", he says and proceeds to take out the alcohol from the cabinet. "No", I get up and take it out of his hand. He turns to me and is about to say something, but stops when he sees the expression on my face. "Okay."
We go out on his balcony, which is actually pretty big and nice.
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We sit down on the two chairs and start talking. "I love how we sit on bolconys and talk all the time.", he begins. "Me too." "So, Y/N? I just want to thank you for being so supportive on the tour, thank you for coming with us." "Thank you for asking me to come, I loved it." He smiles and puts his hand on mine. "Come with me."
We go up the stairs outside of his room onto the roof. It is completely empty, and we are high in the sky, so the noise from the streets is really dim. The only thing hearable is the quiet music from the balcony just below the roof. "Wow, it's so pretty , I didn't even know you could go up here!", I say. Still holding my hand, Dan got a bit closer to the edge.
For a moment we just watch busy LA with "I can't help falling in love" covered by Tyler Joseph in the back."
What a fitting song", Dan mumbles under his breath. "What?" I ask him. "Nothing." "No", I stand in front of him, look up and smile, "what did you just say?" He sighs and looks down: "The song's quite fitting." "Who is it?", I say. "What?" "The lucky person." "Y/N, are you serious?" "Yes! I want to know all of the details!" "Babe, to me it's pretty obvious.", he pauses, waits for the lyrics to kick in and mumbles along: "I can't help, falling in love with.. you" "That's cheesy Daniel", I say and laugh. "Wow, way to ruin the moment.", he says and laughs before pulling me closer to him: "Y/N, I do think that I'm falling in love with you." "... I can't help falling in love with you", I now sing along. Right when the last words of the song fade away with the music and all we can now hear is the dim LA traffic, he places his hands on my cheeks gently and pulls my face closer to his. Our lips are just about to touch when I say: "Dan, you're typsy I don't kno-". But before I can finish my sentence, he places a finger over my lips: "I don't have to be 100 % sober to know that I love you." With that being said, Dan leans in, smiles and kisses me. It is a long, sweet kiss but felt like a second. I've being waiting for this moment for so long, and now, finally, it happened.
"Not too bad for a first kiss.", he laughs and places another one on my forehead. "We kissed on new years, flop."
"This time, I actually really love you.", he says and I kisses me again.
