Raspberry Kisses

Chapter 8

Now, I'd like to say that this chapter is dedicated to YOU. Yes. YOU. Because without you, we would be random people on the internet writing creepy and weird fan fiction. Well, we still are. BUT YOU MAKE IT BETTER! And a special shout out to all of you who were fans before Chapter 5!! 'Cause we consider you AWESOME for being 'original' fans. {I believe you are @AlmaLouLou, @OwlCity15, @JudyMoody, @Fixmyheartx3, @sparklyunicorns123, and @stefanialuvu.}  Now I'll shut up and you can finish reading this thing because this is and forever will be the end. However, I am currently writing a Liam Dryden fan fiction. :) If you are interested. Okay. Done now. xx Robin

Phil

I spent the entire night asleep in Dan's arms. It was the best sleep I had experienced in ages. The next two weeks until Christmas were the best of my life. Dan and I filmed vlogs, went present shopping, and hung out with friends. And then Christmas Eve rolled around.

I woke up to Dan's smile and after a morning cup of tea we decided to bake cookies. The preparation of the batter consisted of me doing everything and Dan dancing around in his pajamas with a spoon. At one point he hit me in the head with the thing.

“Owww, Dan!” I pouted. He smirked.

“Does Phil need a kiss to make things better?”

“Yes.” I said leaning in. Dan gave me a quick peck while sticking his finger in the dough.

“Dan!” I said, rolling my eyes. “You're like a five year old.”

“But you love me!”

“You're right. I do.”

The cookies were finally done so I pulled them out of the oven. Some were lion shaped, and others were shaped like the mushrooms from Mario. We took a plate of them to the living room to watch some Doctor Who. I snuggled into Dan and drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

 Dan

The next two weeks were perfect. I was with Phil, and we were having an awesome time. I didn’t feel like I had to hold anything back anymore. It was like after years of being together we could finally “be together” without being afraid. And we were absolutely perfect together. I don’t mean it in the stupid teenager-y we’ve-only-been-dating-for-two-weeks-and-I-know-we’ll-be-together-forever, I mean it in a genuine, I’ve-known-this-person-for-a-really-long-time-and-I-can’t-live-without-him.

We did Christmas-y things, and it was very nice, as always. Things really weren’t so different between us now than they were before we expressed our love. Except now I could kiss him, which was obviously a bonus. We were still Dan and Phil, spontaneous weirdos for life.

For life.

I wanted to ensure the “for life” part. 

I woke up at 5:14 on Christmas morning. I was so excited and nervous I couldn’t sleep any longer. Phil was already awake, caressing my hair. I kissed his nose.

“You’re such a little kid,” I said.

“Hey, we woke up at the same time,” Phil said, kissing me.

“Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas!”

I told him to wait in the living room while I went to get something from my bedroom (we’d slept in Phil’s bed last night).

He was sitting on the couch. Shaking, I got down on one knee.

“Phil, I love you, and all the time we spend together. I want to make sure you know I want to be together for the rest of our lives, and any bizarre afterlife in an alternate dimension where everyone is a pogo stick,” I said.

“A pogo stick?” Phil laughed. He was grinning from ear to ear.

“I’m trying to be romantic here,” I showed him the ring. “Will you marry me?”

Phil gasped and then said, “You imbecile!”

I was too stunned to say anything.

“You ruined my proposal,” Phil said, reaching in between the couch cushions.

And he pulled out a ring.