Phil's POV
Did Dan just ask if we should come out to our viewers? I'm obviously not against it, just scared as to if it is or is not one of his many, 'LoL jK," mini pranks that he pulls. I guess I'd zoned out a bit because next thing I knew, Dan's hand wad wrong it's self in front of my face. "Hello? Is Phil in there?" He asks looking slightly anxious. Probably because he's frightened as to what I think. I would be to honestly.
"Yes, yes, yes. Hello. Phil's here," I rush out. Dan laughs in reply and I finally answer. "I definitely think that would be a good idea," I reply, running my fingers up and down his arms. He shudders slightly and I smirk. I love having that effect on him. It's very empowering.
"Okay," he whispers. "Let's think of a way to tell them I guess and then we're golden." I nod and begin to roll out if bed. "Where are you going, love," he whimpers out pathetically.
"I'm going to eat. Ya know, so I don't starve," I say sarcastically. "I'd suggest you do the same, but I'll give you a little time to wake up first." He smiles at me graciously before rolling back over. "But you're up before one, do you understand?" He just groans, so I take that as a yes.
I begin making myself and Dan Delia Smith pancakes when I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist. "You get up to early," he whispers against my ear. The feel of his lips on my ear sends a series of shivers down my back. He smirks, an obvious sign that he knows what he's done. He places a gentle kiss on the side of my head. " I love you, Phil. So, so, so much." The seriousness tone scares me for a moment, but when I turn and see a big smile plastered on his face, I relax slightly.
"I love you too, Dan. So, so, so much more." He smiles even bigger and for the hundredth time this year, I mentally thank God for Dan yet again. I honestly don't know where I'd be without him.
I quickly finish up the pancakes and serve them up on two plates. I hand one to Dan and we walk to the kitchen table in a comfortable silence. As soon as we sit down, Dan dives into his pancakes. It gives me a few moments to watch him and take in his features. Creepy Phil, yeah, I know.
"What are you looking at me like that for?" The suddenness of his voice almost causes me to jump, but instead I shrug and begin to eat. "I'm not complaining, Phil. Just wondering." His tone is kinda sarcastic and kinda taunting, but I know he means it playfully.
I nod once still not looking up. I know my cheeks will be a bright red color, so I'm not risking it. It'll just earn me some playful teasing, which will only make it worse.
"Phil, are you okay? You've hardly touched your pancakes. You love pancakes," his tone quickly changed from teasing to worried.
"I'm fine. I'm just tired... And you're an asshole." My response earns a rather loud laugh.
"Okay, right," he says through a fit of laughs. After a while the laughter dies down and we're left there staring at each other. He stands up and takes his plate to the sink, but not without placing a kiss on my head on his way there. "I love you Phil, but it's to early. I'm going back to bed."
I sigh low enough for just myself to hear. "Alright, I love you. Have a good sleep." He smiles and then walks back into my room.
I finnish my pancakes and walk back into my room to find an already asleep Dan. I carefully get into the bed with him and put an arm around him. He unconsciously snuggles closer into my chest. "I love you," I breath out before falling to sleep.
I hear his sleepy response barely mutter out, "I love you too, Phil." Before I could respond, I was asleep.
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WHAT'S UP PEEPS! I'm quite obviously back and stuff. Hope you enjoyed it. I also hope you read it wearing cat wiskers. If not, that's okay too I still love you. Okay bye ~ >·< Emma
