Your POV

It's now Monday. Time to go home. I say goodbye to my family, then walk out the door to go home.

~Time skip~

It's about five thirty and I'm outside the building.

I go to open the door but get an idea.

I take my phone out of my pocket and look through my contacts. Found it!

You- Hey, you home?

Philly :)- Yeah, why? You back yet?

Perfect.

You- Yup, I'm outside the building right now. I want to surprise Dan. Tell him I'll be home later and keep him out of his room.

Philly :)- You're lucky. He's just gone to by groceries. He won't be back for about half an hour.

Even better. I open the door and begin to jog up the many stairs, stopping outside the door of the Phan residence.

I knock on the door and Phil shortly answers.

He greets me with a hug and we walk up the stairs.

"So, what do you want to do while we wait?"

Phil is silent for a while, thinking of something to do.

"Do you just wanna talk?"

"Yeah, sure."

We sit on the couch.

"So, Philly. What will we talk about?"

"How's work?"

"Great! I love it! And I bet you're loving your free cereal on the weekends. How's YouTube?"

"YouTube is great!" And that's how the conversation goes. Just small talk.

Then suddenly, Phil asks a question out of the blue that I honestly don't know the answer to myself.

"Do you love Dan?"

Do I love him? I mean, I guess I've found him cute since I first laid my eyes on him.

But do I love him?

His dimples when he smiles.

His laugh, no matter how it sounds.

The way his face lights up when I give in to his pleads to stay a few minutes more, like you've just told a child they can have unlimited candy for the rest of their lives.

All his bad habits and his good habits.

The way he's an absolute dork but doesn't care.

His awkwardness.

The "reasons why he's a fail."

All these little things that make him him.

Do I love them? Him?

I'm about to answer when we hear keys rattling in the key hole.

I rush to his room.

It's time!

Dan's POV

I unlock the door and open it.

I hear light footsteps, and judging by the sound, whoever it is must be running.

Probably Phil doing something weird that he does every time I leave the house so he won't be seen.

I walk up the stairs and see Phil sitting on the couch.

"Phil, why were you running?"

He looks like he's struggling to think up of an answer, and I begin to wonder if he's hiding something.

"Uhh, I was getting a Skype call from Peej. Missed it by a second."

Huh, I thought Phil would've call him back.

"Okay then."

I walk down the hall and to my room. It's dark, but I can't be bothered to turn the lights on.

I climb into bed and grab my laptop, ready to scroll through Tumblr.

After a while, I get the feeling that I'm not alone and can hear someone breathing. I turn my head towards the sound and, "Boo!"

I scream and in my attempt to escape, get my foot caught in my covers and land face first.

I hear a familiar laugh and the lights turn on.

I look up to see a girl with the Robert Pattison mask.

No, not just a girl.

Y/N.

"Y/N! You scared me! When did you get home?"

She goes to answer me but doesn't get the chance, as I'm on my feet again and hugging her tight, squeezing her as hard as I can.

"Dan," she wheezes, "I can't breathe!"

"Sorry," I apologise, loosening my grip, not wanting to let go yet. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too."

I let go and see slight disappointment in her eyes, but shrug it off.

"Now, missy. You're going to pay for that."

She tries to look innocent. "For what?"

"You know what."

"And what do you pla- no! Dan! S-stop!" She pleads as I tickle her sides.

"Not until you say sorry."

"I'm sorry, now stop tickling me! Have mercy!"

I stop, but before she has time to recover, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder while running around the flat.

She's really light.

"No! Dan! Stop! Put me down!" She shouts in fear, pounding her fists on my back.

"Never!"

"Hey guys? I live here, too!" I put her down, blushing. Phil must think I'm flirting with her.

Well, I have to be honest, I kind of am.

Your POV

"Hey guys? I live here, too!" Phil shouts, causing Dan to stop and put me down. His cheeks are pink.

"Awww, does Phil wanna play, too?" The flat is silent for a second, and I realise something. "That sounded bad, didn't it?"

Dan nods. Damn it! Trust me to make things even more awkward.

Now my cheeks are pink.

The rest of the night was just us talking. And, maybe Dan and I having an argument on who the Doctor would choose out of the two of us and getting in a pillow fight.

We chased each other around the flat. What started as a little argument led onto a full war.

As I'm running, I trip.

Dan tries to catch me, but is unsuccessful and goes tumbling down with me.

We quickly scramble to our feet and have a conversation using our eyes.

You: That was awkward.

Dan: Yeah.

You: I'm sorry.

Dan: No, I'm sorry. I didn't try to do that.

You: I know.

Dan: Let's just forget this.

You: Let's.

We walk back into the living room, faces red.

"Did I miss something?" Phil asks, mouth stuffed with cookies he brought out earlier.

"Just this living flop falling with me instead of catching me," I reply sarcastically.

"Me the flop? I didn't trip over my own feet! Who's the real flo-" I cut him off by slamming my pillow in his face.

"Oh, shut up. Anyway, I'm exhausted. Movie?"

The boys nod.

After many arguments, we decide on the Lion King.

We're about halfway through the movie when my eyes start to droop.

I find myself resting my head on the closet thing next to me as I slowly start to drift off.

Dan's POV

We're about halfway through the movie and I feel a weight on my shoulder.

I don't think much of it and think it's just Y/N getting cuddly. Without thinking, I grab her hand.

She doesn't seem to mind.

When the movie ends, I look over at Y/N.

No wonder she didn't mind me holding her hand. She's asleep!

I don't want to wake her, so I signal to Phil to be quiet. He get's the message then mouths, I'm going to go get a pillow.

I nod in response and he leaves the room. I look down at the sleeping Y/N.

She looks so peaceful. She looks so beautiful.

"Ahem."

I jump slightly, making her stir. I give Phil a dark glare and he responds with an apologetic look.

He puts the pillow on the couch and gently, I lay Y/N down.

Once I've gotten her into a comfortable sleeping position, I put the blanket over her.

I try to resist, but can't help myself.

I lean down and plant a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Goodnight, love."

And then I go to bed.

Thinking about her.

Dreaming about her.