Why You? Sequel to Danny Boy (a Dan Howell/danisnotonfire fanfiction) *UNEDITED*

3) Addi

"When can I go ho-o-o-o-ome?" Dan whines, bouncing then stopping with a wince in pain at his stitches.

"In a couple hours." Phil says not looking up from his laptop.

"Ugh!" He says with a huff. "Do you at least have any more Maltesers?"

"You ate them all!" Phil and I say at the same time.

"Rude." Dan says and crosses his arms in a pout.

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"Yes home!" Phil says as we carry Dan into their apartment.

"Yes bed!" Dan says as he flops (more like sits then lays down with his stitches) onto his bed.

"Yes food!" I say running to the kitchen. I laugh, "I think we described our personalities perfectly with those statements."

"Pretty much." Phil says as he puts the kettle on the stove. "Thank you." He says.

"For what?" I ask turning on my stool.

"I- Umm- I was talking to the kettle." He blushes. (If you get this I love you)

"Kettles deserved to be thanked. They're very important." I say with a nod and plug my phone into the charger.

"CAN I TAKE A SHOWER YET?" Dan yells at us.

"I'll get the saran wrap. Cling film?" I sigh then explain at Phil's confused expression.

"Dan?" I say knocking on the bathroom door.

"Yep? Come in." He calls after unlocking the door

"Okay you can take a shower but we have to put this around your stitches for a few days." I say handing him the box of clear plastic.

"Okay. Thanks."

"Do you need help?"

"I don't think so but wait outside the door incase I can't get it." He says. I nod and turn around, my back facing the now closed door.

I hear him taking off his shirt and some grunts and a gasp before he says, "Yeah can you help?"

I open the door, slowly looking up at the tall man in front of me. I feel something catch in my chest. What? I don't like Dan. We had kissed and I hadn't felt anything. That means I don't like him right?

"Could you not get your shirt off?" I ask. I'm sure it hurt when he stretched his arms up. He shakes his head and I see a blush on his cheeks. I slowly pull it off of his torso before grabbing the cling film.

I take the wrap and unravel it a bit. "Can you hold it here?", "Okay.", and "Sorry" is all that is said.

"Do you need anymore help?" I ask when I'm done, slightly blushing because he's shirtless.

"No, thank you." He says and I become very aware of how close we are and how awkward this is.

"Um-I'm going to-Have a nice bath." I stutter before going back into the 'Nerd Room' and jumping on the coach beside Phil.

"Did you get Dan all wrapped up?" He asks not looking away from his Japanese show.

"Yep." I pop the 'p.'

I'm replying to some comments on my videos when Phil gets up and tells me he's going to the store to get some milk. My channel has slowly gained in popularity. I had 200 subscribers for a couple months then I had slowly climbed to 500 in three. I don't get that many comments, they mostly want me to subscribe to them, which I ignore but there are a few that are actually worth responding to.

"Phil?" Dan calls from the bathroom.

Crap, I think. "Phil went out to get milk do you want me to help?" I ask cringing at the awkwardness of the situation to come.

"Um yeah. If you can. Hold on let me put on sweats." He says then opens the door. A wave of moist warmth washes over me.

"So what do you need help with?"

"Could you redo my bandages?" He asks. I nod and grab the cotton on the sink. Or try to.