Delia Smith Phancakes

Chapter 4

Dan's POV

My eyes cracked open as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and swallowed. The pain in my throat stung, and my voice hurt from crying so much. I stood up and walked over to the mirror. My eyes scanned over the mirror and I sighed making my way to the bathroom.

I turned the tap on, cupping my hands into the water and splashing it against my face, and then patting it dry on the towel. My eyes drooped and I had bags under my eyes, I didn't want to face Phil, looking like this.

I heard the door of my room creak open and the smell of butter wafted through, I twisted my head around and poked it out the bathroom door. Phil stood there, with panicked eyes as he frantically searched the room with his eyes for me. I coughed lightly and a small smile spread across his face.

"I made you some, um, lunch, I guess" He laughed nervously, he must be scared I might break down again.

I swivelled my hips out around the door frame and walked into the middle of my room. I heard Phil giggle.

"Before you come out, you might want to put some pants on" He grinned

I looked down and felt my cheeks flush bright red and hot. My eyes widened as I realised I was only wearing my orange spotty boxers. I covered my face with my hands, so hopefully Phil wouldn't see me blushing. I laughed a little bit with him as I ran over to pick up some old jeans lying on the floor. I turned away from Phil as I did, and he took it as an opportunity to leave.

I turned around and noticed he was gone, I ran towards the mirror and frantically started fixing my hair.

"Daaaaaaannn"

I sighed and decided he'd seen me worse, so I made my way to the kitchen, to the delicious smell of pancakes.

Phil's POV

I thought too much about the whole situation, and I hated knowing Dan was crying and in pain all because of me. He was probably asleep by now.

I padded down into the kitchen, and looked around. I needed to keep my mind off things, maybe I could clean up? No, I hate cleaning. I sighed loudly as I spotted the Delia Smith cookbook.

My eyes shone, as I gathered all the bowls and spoons, this way, I can keep my mind off this and give Dan something he loves when he wakes up. I smile to myself and began humming Toxic.

The amazing smell of pancakes starts to fill the room as I sniffed deeply,and closed my eyes letting the delicious scent overtake my senses, until a sour smell interupts it. I slowly open my eyes, only to see a burnt pancake smoking in the pan.

I rush to the bin and flop it into there, before setting the smoke alarm off and waking Dan up. I try and whip up another batch of pancake mix, and manage to make a couple (without any major disasters). I can now expertly flip pancakes thanks to all the practise.

I heard movement around Dan's bedroom, and piled the pancakes onto a plate and placed them on our breakfast bar, and skipped along to Dan's bedroom. A smile spread across my lips as I opened the door, letting the pancake smell into his room hoping it would wake him up.

Panic ripped through me, as I looked into his room. Where was he?! What if he left me, what if someone has taken him, what is he's dead? My chest tightened, until I saw the familar face popping out the bathroom. I sighed into a smile, as the relief settled in.

He walked put into the room towards me with his cute little side smile. I giggled as I saw he was wearing just boxers, I decided to point it out to him, laughing to myself while he blushed. Wait, he blushed? Did I just make Dan Howell blush? I knew he definitely had because he pulled his hands up to his face trying to hide his embarrassmemt.

It probably means nothing at all anyways, I mean, any guy would blush if he had just walked out in boxers infront of his roommate right? Right.

He picked up his jeans, and turned away. I turned around and headed out the door, to give Dan his privacy. He would probably think I'm some gross gay freak if I stayed and watched him change.

The pancakes were getting cold, so I popped them into the oven to warm them up a little.

"Mmmm" I heard an appreciative sigh

I giggled, and turned towards him

"I thought you would like a little snack when you wake up" I smiled, staring deep into his eyes, and then back up to his cute hobbit hair, I just wanted to run my hands through it, and kiss him.

"Oh, haha, thanks Phil, that's really sweet" He smiled, as his dimple showed and he balanced his head on his shoulder.

"Ill just get them out now" I smiled, trying hard not to freak out when he showed his dimple, he rarely did it outside the camera, but on the few occasions he does, I have to leave the room and freak out quietly in my room.

"I smell.... DELIA SMITH PANCAKES" He laughed

"But they're not just any pancakes... THEY'RE FREAKIN' DELIA SMITH PANCAKES" I shouted, squeezing my eyes shut and laughing uncontrollably, we were both on the floor laughing hysterically, until I noticed the oven had steamed up, I opened the door, to a stack of slightly burnt/ browned pancakes.

"They'll still taste nice, I mean, Delia Smith made them" Dan giggled, recovering from all the laughing.

This is what I love about Dan when he's not infront of a camera. There's no faking, no acting, no drama. Just him. Just Dan, and I love him.

I love Dan Howell

{A/N

People are actually reading my story?! What hahhaa, it's terrible! But thatnkyou guys anyway! Also sorry for the long update, I didn't know whether I wanted to update or not, but here it is c:}