Blue Eyes Don't Lie - A Dan Flint Fanfic

Chapter 9

We walked back to the hotel, hand in hand, just talking about the plans for the rest of the tour. I know I've said this all before but it did seem perfect. Knowing we can talk to each other about problems and not turn into a fist-fight felt great.

We entered the hotel through the revolving doors to see Max standing there with a massive smile on his face. He literally came running up to us and gave us a bear hug. Of course, I always got squished. "Hey, calm down Max! Don't wanna get squished, you know?" Dan said, jokingly.

"I'm just so happy you two have worked tihngs out, I was genuinely scared there wouldn't be a Flintson romance any more... Even if I have to listen to the rampant sex sometimes."

"Max, where do you come up with these things?!" I said, laughing but after all he did make me laugh and supported me a lot through it.

"Max, me and Molls are just gonna go back to our room to watch some TV. Are you going to be alright down here on your own?" Dan asked, he was always considerate of his band mates, making sure they would be alright if he wasn't with them.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I'm gonna go and have a fag first and then find Chris to see if he wants a game of snooker or something."

And off me and Dan went to our room. He opened the door, picked me up and threw me onto the bed. He hid on the floor as I sat up.

"Dan? Dan, where are you?" I giggled, I didn't know he was playing a little game. He poked his head up, only to be wearing one of his boxers on his head making me burst out laughing. "Which film would you like to watch then, Madame Molly?"

"Hmm, how about..."

"Too late!" Dan cut me off. "We're going to watch Gossip Girl!" he said with much excitement.

"Gossip Girl? Really Daniel, really?"

"Well, it was either that or mine and Josh's sex tape."

My jaw dropped.

"I'm kidding! We can watch whatever you want to."

"Is the football on?" I asked. I was pretty sure there was and it was Chelsea v Birmingham City in the FA Cup at Stamford Bridge.

"Yeah, I think Chelsea v Birmingham is on Sky Sports." Dan put the game on and I quickly slipped into my Blues top. Man did this feel good; watching football with my boyfriend and wearing my favourite top of all time.

"Ugh, that top is so disgusting! It's got to come off." Dan winked.

"Erm, excuse me Mr. Flint but I'm supporting my team. I don't moan at you when you wear your Manchester United top!"

"Touché Molly."

Dan was actually fixed on the game. I've never seen him concentrate on something so hard before other than when he plays his drums.

"Who do you hope will win then Dan?" I fluttered my eyelashes hoping he would say Blues.

"Chelsea, of course."

I facepalmed. "I thought you would've gone for your girlfriends team, the best one..."

Dan just laughed. "Let's make a bet, make an interesting bet. If Birmingham score first..."

"If Birmingham score first, you must kiss Josh. Not just a little peck but a proper kiss. Like tihs." I shown him how I wanted to kiss Josh, it wasn't even a kiss. It was more like him licking the whole of his face. Dan just burst out laughing.