Flower ((A Dan Howell Fanfiction))

Chapter Twenty-Three:

When I woke up, I wasn't in my bed.

I was tangled in dark bedsheets and was wearing an over-sized black t-shirt that had a large white circle on it. I untangle my legs from the bedsheets and stand, walking out of the room.

Why am I in Dan and Phil's apartment?

I walk into the living room.

Dan is asleep on the sofa, his hair a big frizzy mess, and his mouth slightly parted.

I leave the living room and walk into the kitchen and am surprised to find Phil making breakfast.

"Good morning, Flower," he says.

I rub at one eye, yawning for the first time since waking up.

"Why did I wake up in Dan's room?" I ask him.

Phil lifts a pancake out of the pan, neatly resting it on a stack of others. Ladling another dollop of batter, he lets it cook and leans his hip against the counter.

"Before we left the observatory, you fell asleep on your friend. It was already really late, so we just brought you here, Dan carrying you the whole way. After Tana helped a very sleepy you change into something a bit more comfortable for sleep, she left for her hotel, which is a few blocks over actually. That's why you woke up in Dan's room and why he is asleep on the sofa."

I nod, running my hands through my tangles hair.

"I would have been comfortable on the couch," I tell Phil.

He smiles as he flips his pancake. "I know, and so did Tana, but Dan wouldn't hear it, so he put you in his room. He just told us that you don't deserve the couch."

I scoff. "That's a shame. It's really comfy."

Phil laughs. "Right?"

That seems to wake up Dan. He shuffles into the kitchen, yawning loudly and rubbing at his eyes. He stops abruptly, taking in what I was wearing: one of his shirts that fell to my midthighs, baring pasty white girl leg to everyone. I turned away from him, trying to hide my blush.

"Daniel," Phil scolds, "it's rude to stare." He flips his pancake on its plate and then makes another, using the last of the batter. Dan clears his throat and shuffles around me, going to one of the cupboards and opening it.

He made himself a cup of tea, and Phil made each of us a plate and we all sat at their table, and ate together.

Halfway through our breakfast, I heard something, like my ringtone which meant someone was calling me.

"Are you okay?" Dan asked.

I didn't give him an answer. I bolted from the table and ran to Dan's room, picking my phone up off his nightstand. It was Tana.

"Hey," I say when I answer it.

"Hey, love," she says with a terrible English accent and a chuckle.

I'm cringing and laughing.

"I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out today. You can maybe show me around," Tana says, her voice filled with hope.

I smile. "Yeah. I have to go home and change, but I can do that. Do you want me to invite Dan or Phil?"

"NO! You're mine today. I leave at the end of the week, so you're mine until then."

I laugh and say OK.

She hung up and I looked around Dan's room to find my dress and boots neatly set at his desk. Walking and closing his door, I walk to my dress and pick it up, shaking out the wrinkles. I shimmy into it and neatly fold Dan's shirt, setting it on the foot of his bed.