Dan's POV

I wake to see Y/N still in my arms. Her make-up is smeared, but she still looks beautiful. I reach out my hand to tuck a stray stand of hair behind her ear so it doesn't bother her. My hand lingers on her cheek for longer than it should. Once I've realised, I immediately pull it back.

"Prick," I hear her sleepily mutter.

"Good morning to you, too," I chuckle. "And what exactly have I done?" I start to stress. What if she noticed my hand on her cheek? Maybe waking up in my arms was something she didn't want?

Her eyes flutter open and she grins. "You took my side of the bed."

I roll my eyes. "I'm sorry princess," I pause. "What can I do to make up for it?" Yeah, I know. Flirty Howell.

She thinks for a moment and I swear I see her cheeks turn a light shade of pink for a second. "Get me some breakfast?"

I sigh. "Do I have to get out of bed?" She pouts and I know I can't say no. I sit up to get out of bed when she stops me.

"Actually, I think breakfast can probably wait."

"Missing my hugs already?" I smirk.

"No, I don't want to be cold," she giggles.

Grinning like an absolute idiot, I lay back down and wrap my arms around her, pulling her close. She rests her head on my chest and we lay together in silence for a few minutes.

"Dan?" Her voice is so quiet and nervous it's almost a whisper. "Can I ask you a question?"

I gulp. "Sure, go ahead."

"Do you-"

Knock knock!

Ugh, again!

I look at Y/N who is pulling away from my grip and sitting up. I grab her wrist before she stands. "It's probably Phil, he can wait. What were you going to ask me?"

She sighs. "Never mind. It's nothing." She tugs her wrist from my hand and walks to the door.

"Hey, Phil. Come in." Although she's not far away, her voice sounds really distant and muffled.

Again, nothing. Are all our little moments just nothing? Does any of it mean a thing to her?

"Dan? Dan? DAN!" I snap out of thought and look up at Phil and Y/N. Y/N looks annoyed. "What do you want for breakfast?" She asks.

"Aren't I supposed to be getting you breakfast? Never mind, I'll just have pancakes," I clearly sound annoyed and a little harsh.

Phil looks at me shocked. "Dan, what's up with you?" While Y/N orders room service, I jerk a thumb at her. Phil should know exactly what's up. He nods and gives me an apologetic look.

"Okay, pancakes are coming. Lets see what kind of shit goes on in Australia!" Y/N jumps onto the couch, turning the TV on. We sit and flick through the channels. We soon find some cartoons and decide to watch them.

When there's a knock at the door, Y/N gets up to answer it and returns with our pancakes and three glasses of (favourite fruit flavour) juice.

After about an hour and a half of watching cartoons (more like Phil and Y/N watching cartoons and me watching Y/N), we decide it's finally time to get our arses off the couch and start the day. Phil and I do have a lot to do.

While Phil and I keep ourselves busy with organizing for the show, we send Y/N out into the world to explore.

~Time skip~

Y/N has been out all day and I begin to worry. She won't answer my calls or text back. It's late and I'm pacing around the hotel room, wondering when she'll be back and if she'll be safe.

I pace until I can't stand anymore and flop onto the bed. I think about anything positive, attempting to take my mind off what could be happening to Y/N.

As soon as I hear the sound of a key rattling in the lock and the door opening, I spring out of bed and rush over to Y/N, enveloping her in a giant hug.

"Oh, Y/N. Thank God. You're not dead. I was so worried. Where have you been? Why haven't you answered your phone?"

She laughs. "For fuck sake, Daniel, you sound like my dad. I was on a tour." I sigh with relief.

"So you weren't taking drugs with a group of sexual predators or in a hotel six with some random guy you met in a club?"

She pulls back and pushes me away. "Yeah, in nine months you'll be baby-sitting my kid with some kind of dodgy name who will grow to be a massive groggo (alcoholic) that lives a lonely, depressing life because he is forever cheating, abusive, probably has over fifty children he doesn't know about and spending the twenty pounds he earns a week at his crappy job on cigarettes and alcohol. All that bullshit because his dad was an arsehole that he never knew and his mum was single and struggled to raise him." I know she's being sarcastic, but damn.

"Wow. That went deep."

"Yes it did." She walks over to her suitcase and pulls out some pyjamas and walks into the bathroom. When she walks out, she drops onto her side of the bed and snuggles under the blankets. "I'm tired."

I crawl in next to her and pull her in for a hug. "Me too. Shall we sleep then?" She nods and turns around to face me, cuddling up into my arms.

"Goodnight, dork."

"Goodnight, nerd." I kiss her forehead and we both fall asleep.