"Two weeks," I sigh at Sally. We are standing in our near empty flat besides some blankets and beanbags and food in the fridge so that we could still lounge here until our final days.
"Two weeks left to end our four years." She says looking around the bare walls.
"I feel like I should be more devastated." I confess.
"You're time will come, dork."
|
"So that's a majority of your stuff?" Dan asks placing another box upon the stack that had formed.
I give him a smirk and shake my head.
"Totally not. But I do need to do a deep cleaning out of all my clothes and chuck out a fair bit." I say stroking the corner of one of the boxes and then falling back onto the bed.
"Moving houses is weird. Especially without Sal."
"Awh, don't worry too much. You're going to be absolutely fine. You're grown up." Dan says propping himself beside me.
"Ew no don't say that,"
"What?"
"That I'm an adult. Grown up. Wack."
Dan laughs and stand back up putting his hand out to help me up. I take it gladfully and stand back up.
We walk out into the kitchen and grab a glass of water, soon Phil comes walking into us and stopping at the doorway.
"Hey guys, Sally is wondering if we wanna go and help her move a couch into the new flat," he asks swinging his head around the frame. Dan and I exchange glances and shrug and nod positively. We are dressed for moving and working so what's the harm- plus she has helped with us moving so it's plain polite to help her.
|
We get the Sally's flat and open the already ajar door.
The apartment smells fresh and looks clean- white walls and wooden floors, with a small kitchen on the left and an even smaller balcony that helped brighten the room with it's large glass doors.
Sally jogs into the room and her hair is scraped back into a ponytail that curls prettily. I admire her for a second before I remember to speak.
"Hey beebs." I say giving her a smile and Dan nods while Phil also greets her.
"Guys lads, thanks for helping. Ryan went to work, like, forty minutes ago? And I just barely got the boxes up here," she says kinda throwing her arm behind her in the general direction of a pile of unopened ikea boxes were stacked on the floor and resting against the wall, while keeping her body facing towards us.
She takes a quick breatg in and claps her hands making me jump a little.
"So who's doing what help,"
"What's there to do," Dan asks.
Sally starts walking over to the boxes and we all trail behind her.
"Coffee table, sofa -which is easy but needs four people- and ehm. I can do that myself," she says rubbing he back of her head, talking about another peice of furniture which she believed she could handle.
"How about myself and y/n start with the table while you and Phil can begin workinf on that other thing." Dan suggests. Sally nods and then squints.
"But I can do it myse-"
"But it'll be done twice as fast." He says.
A large guest of wind slams one of the windows closed behind Sally which obviously makes us all jump.
Sally exhales and walks towards the boxes.
"You're gonna help, aren't you?" She smirks, looking behind her shoulder. We all trail behind her and pick up our boxes in groups.
"Thank you," I whisper to Dan. She knits his eyebrows.
"For giving Sally a hand- even it it's merely Phil. She's been over working herself." I sigh.
Dan and I squat down beside a box.
"I just gave Phil something to do instead of floating around aimlessly," sam smiles looking up at me. I smile and shake my head and my beautiful boy.
|
The coffee table was set up and Dan and I were debating which direction the rag carpet should face.
Soon Phil and Sally came over with an abundance of chairs.
"You thought you could do that by yourself?" I ask.
"We took a chair each and got six done in an hour." Phil says and Sally picks up three stacked chairs and walks over to an empty corner of the room and places them around yet another large, flat, ikea box (which i can only presume will be the dining table).
"That's one chair every 10 minutes," Dan says stretching his arms above his head.
"Two people though, so 20 minutes per chair." I say.
"Teamwork, 10 minutes per chair." Phil confirms, overhearing our conversation.
Sally claps her hands again and rubs them together quickly, to gain our attention again. We all turn to her as she stand in front of us, staring at nothingness.
"Don't forget we have a sofa," she says in a sing-song voice. Dan drops his arms down from his head and I nudge him with my elbow and smile at him. He widens his eyes and lifts his eyebrows while pursing his lips to smile in return. I laugh at his fake enthusiasm and join Sally to remove the cardboard from the boxed up sofa.
|
"Aaaaaaaaand that's the last cushion!" Sally says placing a Bob Ross pillow on the sofa. Dan and I run, elbowing each other in the process, to the sofa and jump onto the sofa. Phil throws himself beside Dan while Sally cuddles up beside me. Dan stretches his arm behind my head and slides it down to my shoulders. I rest my head on his shoulder and take a breath in getting a faint hint of his smell.
We all stare at a blank wall, the only thing in front of us was the new coffee table (which was facing in the direction that I intended) and the rag carpet, and an old, stout chest of drawers that the previous owner or somebody left behind.
I look over to Sally who had curled up to the smallest she can be and fallen lightly asleep. I felt tired too, and if this was my apartment I'd also gladly far asleep. But it was actually my best friends flat. I need to adjust to that....
I turn back at blank wall and roll my shoulders.
I look over at my boy and think to myself.
I have a flat just ten minutes away from here, and it's a flat with my guy.
YOU ARE READING
Panel // Daniel Howell x Reader
Fanfic|| rewriting || "I am awkward, you are awkward, lets go out."
