A Dan-Fic

Well, That Was a Surprise!

I wake up in the dead of night shivering cold, I'm wearing only a hoody that comes down past my bum to around the middle of my thigh. I creep silently, trying to avoid waking up Dan, over to the radiator and turn it all the way up to full heat. Finally this freezing room will get some fucking heat.

   Just as I sneak back under the covers Dan turns over onto his side to face me, damn; I thought I hadn't disturbed him. I began to apologise quietly before he rolled back over. Oh, maybe I had gotten away with it. I am often reminding myself how much of a heavy sleeper he actually is. He could sleep through anything, although it is unbelievable how much he is tossing and turning to night. Dan is facing me again, I take advantage of this and decide to bury my cold face into his warm chest and wrap my arms around his slender waist. I can feel his bare hot skin under my palms and I can't help but think about the lonely nights that are lay ahead.

***

"Wakey! Wakey! Sleepy heads, today is going to be a busy day!" Laughs Phil. I turn over and admire the patterns that have been pressed on to my skin by the creases in the bed cover. I slip a look at my phone but the light burns my eyes.

  "Morning, Phil." I try to smile but I am fooling nobody.

"Where's Dan?"

"Huh?" I feel the bed where I should find Dan, but he isn't there. "I don't know, text him. My credit is out."

    "Sure, I'll text him. Are you going into town, mrs bed head." He gestures at me, and I only realise why once I have got out of bed and started running my bath.

    As I stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I am suddenly aware of the joke Phil was making. One side of my brown hair was standing vertical, this made me chuckle hysterically; so much so Phil came in to ask me what was so funny and broke down in fits of laughter when he figured out that I had latched on about the hair disaster.

    I am telling you, it took me about ten minutes to brush that down.

After my bath I look at my phone to check if Dan has texted me, where on earth is he?

    Dan hasn't been in contact but Louise has, (Sprinkleofglittr). She wants to meet up for lunch, I haven't spoken to her in a while so I decide to go.

     I throw on a pair of jeans and a checkered shirt, tie my hair in a red ribbon and put on some red lipstick to make me look fabulous!

"I'm going out for lunch with Louise, see you later Phil. Oh, and if Dan comes back tell him to call me. Okay?" I shout to Phil as I stand in the door ready to go.

     "Yeah, sure! Enjoy your lunch, say hi to Louise for me!" He shouts back.

"I will, bye!" And with that I ran out the door ready to meet Louise.

***

"Hey, Louise! Yes, and hello to you to little baby Glitter!" I stick my tongue out to the baby girl sat in her push chair smiling from ear to ear.

     "Say 'Hello Brett', Darcy, 'Hello Brett!" Louise hugged me and sat back down at the table.

     We were eating in this lovely little café. I ordered a ham sandwich and cola, I have never liked hot drinks.

"How are you, Brett. I feel so bad for you. It must be just awful for you, having to leave your home and everything."

   "Home, hmm. Nah, it's more the people I'm leaving, not the place that bothers me." Dan, Phil, Carrie. Those are the people I will miss, I don't have any family. Well, they are my family.

    "Yeah, I couldn't imagine leaving little Darcy. Or Matt." She looks at her daughter, caressing her face with her beautifully manicured nails.

    "Oh, your nails are just gorgeous."

"Yeah, but what a hassle having to do them. Nightmare, they just would not stick." She explained whilst adoring her nails proudly.

     "I absolutely hate that, especially if they fall off and the nail looks ugly from glue." she nods her head vigorously in agreement.

     "Pain in the arse."

Darcy started laughing really loudly, reason unknown. I smiled to myself, how adorable, I want one!

"Do you think that you will ever have kids, Brett?" She asks now with Darcy bouncing on her knee.

      "Honestly? I have no idea. I would love them and I'm sure Dan would to. But with my job? I really don't know"

It's true, I would love kids. Dan would make such an amazing Dad.

"Poor lamb." Louise sympathised, poor lamb indeed.

We ate our lunch together, and it was really nice.

Louises phone started ringing, her ringtone was lovely, but I never can remember the name of the song, that annoys me all the time.

     "I have to take this." I nod, but do not reply because my mouth is stuffed with sandwiches.

     Louise comes back to the table and says. "You know what, why don't we go back to yours for a bit, I'm sure you'll have some wine somewhere." I have finished my lunch so I grab my purse, pay the waitress and head back to the flat with Darcy and Louise. No missed calls from Dan.

***

The door is unlocked so Phil must still be home.

"Hi Phil, I'm back" No reply "Phil!"

I shouted it even louder, still no reply. Me and Louise wander into the lounge.

It's dark, except for the candles on the window ledge and fireplace. I walk further into the room I get a fright when the door closes behind us. But Louise isn't there anymore, yet I am not alone. Some one closed that door.

It is just me and Dan standing in the candle lit room. Good, I thought it was like a murderer or someone.

"Oh, thank god it's you Dan! You scared me there." I said with my hands on my chest.

      "Hi." he kisses me on the forehead gently.

"Hi." I say back. "Where have you been all day?"

      "Nowhere." He smiled. "I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise. "

I let a slight groan escape from my lips. Like I say, I hate surprises.

"What surprise? "

He kissed me again

"Tell me." I urge impatiently.

"You really wanna know?" Grinning cheekly, he teased me. I raise my eye brow in a 'Are you kidding me?' fashion.

"Hahaha, you super positive you want to know?" He leaned in to kiss me again but I pulled back before he could.

      "Dan, tell me!" I said in a mocking childish voice.

That's when he knelt down onto one knee.

And, that's when he pulled out a ring from his pocket.

And he simply said:

Brett, marry me. Please?

And I simply said:

Yes.