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Chapter Ninety-Seven

"Thank you so much for the flowers again, babes.", I say while putting them in a vase.

"No problem, you did so well! Have you seen the reactions to the show online?", Phil responds.

"Nope. But I'll look at them after I shower."

This may seem like I am a woman with a plan, who will read through the responses with structure, clean hair and some wine in my hand.

The reality is way less glamorous:

I just don't want to be faced with the thought of people probably finding every bit of 'Y/S/N proof' and tweeting it to Dan and I.

But I am soon faced with that reality when I log onto Twitter.

The first thing that appears is a nice tweet, congratulating me on the line.

A sigh of relieve escapes my lips.

"What's wrong?", Dan asks, looking up from his laptop.

"Nothing. Just relieved the first comment is nice."

He puts down the laptop and pulls me onto his lap: "Babe, there's nothing to worry about. Why would anyone be mean when the line supports something so amazing?", he encourages me.

I shrug and scroll a bit further, Dan watching while resting his head on my shoulder.

"Oh shit.", he says.

"What?"

"Scroll up again."

So I do.

And what I see makes my mouth drop:

There are four pictures included in a tweet saying "HOLY SHIT LOOK".

One of the pictures shows Dan kissing my shoulder, one us holding hands.
The other two are of him, looking at me lovingly.

"I- I forgot about the back camera.", he begins.

I sit up from his lap and throw my hands in the air: "No, no, no. This can't be real."

I continue looking at my timeline, it is full of these pictures.

"Fuck why am I this stupid?", Dan says, "it's obvious we're together now."

I sigh: "More than obvious. What do we do?"

"I don't know. Maybe just nothing at all?"

I nod and hope the shitstorm will calm itself overnight, but that certainly didn't happen, since the interview I did with the magazine came out the next day.

"Oh my word. I am so stupid.", I say when I finish reading the article the next morning.

The question about the bedsheets makes everyone assume that Dan and I share a bed. Great.

There is really no hiding our relationship now, it is way too obvious.

But we still don't want to announce it. They can know about it and all but we don't wany to publicly announce it because after all, it's our buisness and not a buisness move to announce it to gain popularity.

They can believe what they want. The only thing I want is them to know that I indeed love that guy, more than anything.

***

It is the day before Christmas eve and Dan and I are getting ready to leave for Switzerland, in hope to escape all of the rumors and hate that way.
He actually starts packing in time, which I greatly appreciate.

Phil already left the house yesterday and even though it is nice to not be ashamed or be judged when always making out with Dan on the couch, I miss Phil.

I wonder if in the future we will all still live together, I really really hope so.

The flight is quite nice. Dan and I sit next to each other and enjoy eachothers company.
But since we both mainly work from home, we've got to work 24/7, meaning, there isn't a break in the air. We'd rather finish the stuff now then do it at home when we can enjoy time with my family.

Dan is editing a new video which I thought was the one he filmed when Phil and I went out, but he is wearing a different shirt in the one he is editing.

"What happened to the other video you filmed?", I ask.

"Oh, um- eh. It was, well- It's this one, I just changed my shirt.", he stutters.

"Okay?", I respond, not giving into his suspicious behaviour.

I'm sure it's fine. He wouldn't lie to me.

I, on the other hand, answer emails like always.

Some are even from companies wanting to collaborate, so I pick out the ones I actually like and have experience with.

Still checking my emails, one, as always, sticks out to me.

"Location change; 'Positive'"