Saviour

Chapter 6: Morning

I groggily woke up, an attractive smell permeating the air and annoying sunlight streaming into my eyes. I physically recoiled and rolled over.

I swear I'm not a vampire.

That wasn't what had woken me, though. The house was now silent but I swear I heard a loud noise which startled me into consciousness. I suddenly froze and went white as I realised that I wasn't on my mattress, but Phil's.

I felt panic quickly bubble in me as my mind began to race.

Great. Now they all probably think you're gay, just like everyone else.

I swallowed thickly and climbed to my feet, deciding that I might as well get this over with. I walk into the kitchen and am met with a standoff. Phil was on the left, with the most adorable death glare ever.

Seriously it should be illegal.

The target of said glare was Tyler, who was standing on the opposite side of the kitchen with a bemused expression on his face. Alfie was standing somewhere in the middle, as though he had tried and failed to defuse the situation. Zoe and Joe were standing off to one side, leaning against the countertop. I noticed the batter covered spatula in Zoe's hand and realised that the smell was the pile of pancakes behind her.

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Suddenly Troye appeared from the hallway, his hair wet meaning he was probably having a shower. He took one look at the situation before going to the fridge.

"Who peed in your Cheerios?" he asked, addressing Phil.

"Your boyfriend." he stated, uncrossing his arms and seeming to relax somewhat at the break in tension.

"Stop stirring," Troye ordered, lightly hitting Tyler on the arm.

"I didn't do anything," he exclaimed with mock innocence.

"Seriously, I'm surprised you guys didn't wake Dan up," Joe added.

"They did," Zoe said, pointing her spatula in my direction before turning back to the stove. Apparently, she'd been the only one to notice my presence as everyone turned to me in surprise.

"Uh, good morning," I greeted, awkwardly shifting in the door frame.

"Hey, Dan. Sleep okay?" Phil asked. I didn't miss the pointed glance from Tyler directed at Phil as he moved to make some coffee.

"Yeah, fine. How long have you guys been up?"

"Only like half an hour," he replied.

"Okay, enough chit-chat," Zoe interjected. "Can you give me a hand with these pancakes?" she asked, addressing the two plates next to her.

"Damn, why so many?" I asked as I helped carry them to the table.

"You can never have enough pancakes!" Phil exclaimed, before promptly drowning his in maple syrup. It felt both strange and awesome to just be sitting at the table with a group of people I'd just met, one of whom at seen me at my worst, eating a crap load of pancakes and joking like family. Phil came up to me as we were clearing the table.

"Hey," he murmured quietly.

Ugh, why does everything he does, including freaking whispering, have to be so sexy.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I replied honestly. "Thank you. And, uh, sorry."

"Don't be, it's fine." He replied smiling.

Goddamit, Phil Lester, stop being adorable. You're going to kill me.    

A/N Sorry about last weekend guys, I had no internet :/.