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Chapter Fourty-Four

"Babe wake up", is the last thing I hear before the bed sheets get pulled away from me.
"Stop.", I whine, searching for the blanket.
"You have to get up, it's noon.", Dan says and kisses my forehead, "I made you breakfast."
That makes me shoot right up: "You did?"
"Yeah, well, I attempted pancakes.", he says, pointing to the plate on the sideboard.

"They're so good.", I tell him, trying the first one.
"I know."
"Don't get too cocky, Howell.", I laugh.

"Anyway,", I say before continuing, "I'm going to Switzerland in the summer to visit my family and I want to know if you want to come with me?"
His face instantly lights up: "Yes! I'd love to. I've always wanted to go there!"

***

I spent the next few hours scrolling through Tumblr and writing a new blog post, when I suddenly hear Dan playing the piano from upstairs. I love when he plays it but he didn't do it very often.
So I decide to go upstairs to join him.

"That sounds amazing", I say after I quietly open the door, making Dan blush.
He continues playing some of my favorite songs and quietly hums along to them while I am just sitting on his bed enjoying the sound of it all.

After a few minutes of listening, I walk up to him and kiss him on his neck.
"Stop", he says, letting out a small giggle.
Just to annoy him, I continue kissing him.
"Babe, I can't concentrate like that.", he says.
"Why?", I ask, still kissing him.
"I'm a guy, and an attractive ass woman is kissing my neck, do you know why now?"
"No, no idea what you're on about.", I say, now gently suckling on his neck, leaving hickeys on it.
"Babe, did you really just-", Dan says and looks into the mirror, "Oh my god, you know we have to do a radio show tonight?"
"Fuck. I'm sorry I forgot."
"Everyone's going to go mad, what do we do?"
"I mean, I can try to cover it with makeup?"

And we did try that, but the shade of my makeup didn't match up to his skin tone, making it even more visible.
So he just went out with some lovemarks on his neck.

DAN'S P.O.V:

The actual idea of hickeys doesn't freak me out, but everyone seeing them does.

And just as I imagined, literally everyone commented on them, leaving me with thousands of tweets.

"What did you and Y/N do?", Phil asks in the cab.
"Wow, Phil, that's weird. Um- but we didn't do anything, she was just being a little shit."
"Oh, totally believable", he says sarcastically.

Right when we get home, I storm into my room. "You little shit, everyone saw."
Y/N turns around but didn't have the amused expression I expected, instead her eyes are blood shot and her face puffy.
"Zoe got into an accident."