Chapter 7 (Part three): The Next Morning

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hey hey hey guys soooooo i’m (hopefully, no promises) going to be posting on here much more often (mainly because i’ve been reading ‘Fangirl’ by Rainbow Rowell, and its been reminding me to update) SO HERE I AM TA DAAHHH

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oh and by the way I might be changing the way I write this, so you know I write it like ‘Phil’s P.O.V’ (ugh) well i’ve decided to write it in third person, I don’t know why but personally I think that the P.O.V thing is a bit amateur. I am an amateur but I live on the edge B) 

I’m going to stop now, ENJOY! 

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Dan, half asleep, shuffled out of his room and into the kitchen; automatically filling up the kettle and switching it on, he noticed what he had just done and laughed at how stereo-typical he was being with all his waking up early on weekends and addiction tea. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and leaned against the counter gazing dreamily out of the window ‘I wonder if Phil would like some tea’ he wondered, still staring blackly out of the window to the busy London streets. He snapped out of his small daydream when he heard the kettle click off, without noticing what he was doing he poured hot water and added teabags into two randomly picked mugs, an inconvenient Hello Kitty mug and an even more inconvenient Rubix cube mug. Dan looked down at what he was doing, he rolled his eyes but he couldn't care less, he knew Phil likes to have tea in the morning so this could be a nice surprise. He thought about it a little longer and decided to make it a special surprise to say sorry for last night, maybe Phil had forgotten all about it though, what if it would only remind him? He pushed those thoughts aside and reached for the biscuits he and Phil were saving for a special occasion and neatly placing them on the tea tray in between the two ridiculous mugs, Dan then proudly walked out to the kitchen, feeling a sense of joy and excitement for how his roommate would react. 

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