beautiful | daniel howell

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day eight: monday.
reason eight: your height.

"is there any better way spend monday morning than making pancakes?" elodie asked raising her eyebrows as she poured milk into the rest of the pancake mix.

"uh... nope." dan replied as he stirred. 

"yeah i didn't think so." she shrugged pouting her lips. she watched dan resting her hands on the edge of the white marble counter.

elodie never actually realised how white her house was until dan had pointed it out. she simply shrugged in reply to him saying she just liked white. her walls were white, furniture decorations etc. pretty much anything that possibly could be white, was white.

the longer she stared, she noticed that dan began smiling, a little dimple popping out. he has a happy dimple on his left side and a sad dimple on his right. dan claims that his right side is his 'good side' and the left is his 'bad side', but elodie gets confused every time it's brought up. all sides are dan's good sides, obviously, but she likes his left because it's his softer side. his jawline is a little rounder and his fringe falls over that side making him look younger. the right is the side that his hair is parted to and his jawline is sharper. it's the side that he's more confident showing. the side that is his 'edgier' side. the side that is his 'stronger' side. the left is the one that's inspirational and cries over sad films and books.

"do you enjoying staring?" dan asked snapping elodie out of her daydream. she looked away shyly.

"could you get the chocolate sauce?"

"y-yeah sure." she heads over to the other end of the kitchen opening a cabinet.

low grunts and sounds of things falling over force dan to turn around. he immediately bursts into fits of laughter at the sight of elodie on her tiptoes stretching out as much as she can trying to reach the chocolate sauce that's on the top shelf.

"i'm glad i made you laugh now could you please help me?" elodie begs.

"of course." he responds still giggling. without even needing to stretch or go on his tiptoes, he pulls the sauce out the cabinet, looking down at elodie as he did so.

"alright mr green giant." she retorts rolling her eyes playfully. the pair burst into another fit of laughter.

"reason eight, your height." he winks, smiling.

dan snakes his arms around her waist pulling her back towards him closely and burying his head in the crook of her neck. elodie rests her head on his chest peacefully closing her eyes. "you are beautiful." he whispers.