Family (A Dan Howell Fic)

.:I Think I Love Him:.

During the next few days, I took care of Dan while Phil was doing youtube things with other people. Dan didn't like that and would constantly complain. I would tease him about it and say things like "Are you jealous?" and "Aww, you miss Phil." and he would stop.

He was starting to get better on Thursday. He stopped violently coughing and he didn't complain about the pain as much as he did, Phil. Our routine for the week was

Wake Up

Eat breakfast

Watch Sherlock or a baking show

Take a walk

Eat lunch

Internet, tumblr, twitter, film...

Eat supper with Phil

Watch a movie on Dan's bed until we fall asleep

That was pretty much the schedule we followed until the next morning, Friday, he woke me up at around 8:30 which was odd.

"Dan, what is it?" I stretched.

"I just woke up, and I feel alot better." He didn't look like he just woke up.

"Really? Let my feel your forehead." I was squirming around trying to stretch just right.

He leaned over and put his head down.

"Oh, Seems like your fever is gone. That's great!"

"You can keep sleeping if you want to, I just didn't want you to see we were gone and wonder."

"Where are you going?"

"With Phil."

"Where?" I yawned.

"Remember yesterday Phil broke the camera?"

"What do you mean Phil broke it, that was a team effort."

"Yea, yea. We are going to get a new one."

"Oh, ok. I'll be sleeping if you need me." I rolled over and wrapped myself in his comforter, trying to block out the light.

Dan seemed awfully excited about getting the camera. He must have needed a new one for a long time. They did share one of course.

Dan was feeling better, which was great. I didn't have to be his mum anymore. It was actually nice spending this week with him. When I am allowed to go back home, should I? Or stay with Dan, I really like him. Not just as a fan, anymore. Before, I thought there was a chance that he liked me, but he treats Phil and his mum and his other friends the same way.

Sometimes when Dan has fallen asleep, I would go talk to Phil about the day, as dinner was usually just Dan catching up on Phil's day. Phil and I would talk about what we did, and sometimes about Dan. I was an open book with Phil because he let me actually talk to him. I've never had someone like that before now. I was lucky to have two great guys who cared for me.

I'd woken up again at about 10 and heard them in the lounge. They were doing something on the table that I couldn't see. Dan had his back towards the door and Phil was perpendicular to the door. I tried to sneak up on them and scare them. I slowly crept down the stairs and then jumped and yelled.

"AHH, JESUS, GOD, FUCKING..." Dan yelled. Holding his chest, breathing in deeply.

"Why didn't you jump?" I asked Phil.

"I saw you." He laughed. "You're not as small as you think."

I rolled my eyes. "What's all this?" They were making sandwiches and other snacks.