Your POV

"Enjoy!" I smile at the previous customer. The bell rings and I look over at the door, ready to greet the new customer. My cheery mood immediately disintegrates and I feel my stomach start to churn. The new customer looks my way and grins. When he reaches the counter, I feel a lump in my throat.

"Hello again," his deep voice sends a shiver down my spine. I gulp.

"Um, I'll be, uh, one second," I quickly dash into the back room, earning a concerned look from John.

"Y/N, are you okay?" He walks over and places his hands on my shoulders. "Gosh, you're shaking like a leaf! Come, sit down." He leads me over to a seat. I carefully sit down and rest my head in my hands. "You sit here and calm down. I'll cover for you." I nod and listen to his footsteps as he leaves.

"Fu~"

~Time skip~

"~ck!" I tug at my hair.

"Y/N, you need to calm down and tell me what happened," a pair of large hands grab my wrists and pull them away from my hair. I look up into the owner's chocolaty brown eyes.

"I had a panic attack at work, Dan!" The more I think of it, the more stressed and embarrassed I feel.

"Calm down before you have another one. Deep breaths," I listen to Dan's instructions and take in a deep breath, then release it. "Good. Now, let's sit on the couch and talk about it," I nod as he guides me to the couch and sits down, pulling me onto his lap. "So, how did it happen?"

I open my mouth to speak, but stop.

He can't know.

"I-I probably just got the feeling I was doing my job wrong. I don't know, things like that happen, y'know?" I lie.

Dan looks at me unconvincingly. "John told me you were fine most of the day. I don't know why you would suddenly-"

"Can we just drop it?" I snap. "I don't want to talk about it!" Dan's eyes change from concerned to sad in a matter of seconds.

"I'm sorry. I just worry about you. I always do. And I just want to help you." I look away from his eyes, unable to cope with him looking so upset.

A tear slides down my cheek. "Thank you, Dan. But the most you could do to help right now is not talk about it." I look back up to see his eyes, but he stares at a wall.

"Okay," he almost whispers. He picks me up and moves me to the empty spot of couch next to us. He then stands and walks over to the TV.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Not talking about what happened before. And making you happy." I raise an eyebrow as he finishes with the TV and walks back over to the couch. As he sits down, he pulls me back onto his lap. "Thank God you still have a VCR," he grins.

I turn and face the TV to see my favourite yellow, honey-eating bear in a red t-shirt and grin.

"Winnie the Pooh makes everyone happy," Dan smiles down at me. I sit up and plant a kiss on his lips.

"Thank you, Dan," I smile as I snuggle up close to my sweet boyfriend.

~Time skip~

"Hey, Phil," I plop myself onto the spare spot on the couch next to him.

"Hey, I thought you two were staying at your house tonight," Phil says as he pulls me into a hug.

"We were until Y/N decided she wanted to stay here. And hands off my girlfriend," Dan chuckles as he throws a pillow at his best friend.

"Uh, hands off my sister," Phil smirks back. "Oh, yeah, Y/N? My mum adopted you." I laugh.

"I have my own mother."

"Oh, well. I did tell her but she said she's still adopting you anyway so, welcome to the Lester family!" Phil grins and Dan shakes his head.

"Phil, L-E-S-T-E-R is not how you spell Howell," Dan smiles cheekily. I pick up a pillow and launch it at him. "What was that for?"

"We've been together for a week," I remind him.

"And I've loved you for five months," he replies. I roll my eyes and turn back to Phil.

"So, how have things been? Have you been talking with a certain someone lately?" I nudge his shoulder. "I'll give you a hint. Starts with a 'T', ends with an 'S' and you're madly in love with her." Phil's cheeks turn red.

"You didn't tell her that, did you?"

"Of course not," Phil lets out a sigh of relief. "Because you're going to tell her."

"What?" He shouts.

"This weekend."

"Y/N, I can't-"

"Yes, you can, Phil," Dan cuts in.

Phil scoffs. "You can't talk. Y/N, would you like to know how many times I've told Dan to just be a man and ask you out?" I giggle as Dan covers his face. "But, Phil~! What if she doesn't love me back?" Phil tries to imitate his best friend.

"Phil, stop," Dan complains.

"Phil~! Y/N is too pretty to share my feelings!" Phil continues. Dan pouts, causing me to laugh harder.

"Come here, you dork," I giggle. Dan walks over and sits down next to me, pulling me onto his lap. "Nobody is too pretty for you."

"Pfft, lies," he chuckles. I lean in and plant a kiss on his lips.

"Shush. You saying the truth is a lie is a lie. That sounded weird, didn't it?" He nods.

"Oh, well. You are weird," he smiles. I snuggle into his chest as he hugs me tighter.

"Why are you two so damn cute!" Phil squeals. There's a silence as Phil awkwardly stares at us. "I just ruined it, didn't I?" Dan nods. I slap him softly on the chest.

"Ow, what did I do this time?" He whines.

"You know what you did," I respond sleepily.

"Awww, look at the sleepy Y/N," Dan coos when he looks down.

"Can you put me in bed?" I look up at him. He nods.

"Goodnight, Y/N!" Phil chirps. Too tired to even open my mouth, I just wave as Dan stands and carries me to his room. Once in his room, he carefully lies me in his bed and places the blankets over me.

"Dan?" I mumble, finally able to open my mouth.

"Yes?" He softly replies.

"Can you play the piano for me while I go to sleep?" He kisses my head and nods, walking over to the piano.

I close my eyes and smile as the sound of g note rings in my ears. As Dan continues, the lyrics play in my mind, making me feel calm.

When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city,
To see a marching band...