Dan's POV:
I walk into the kitchen to make some tea for Y/n's mother. She seems nice, but Y/n's father is pretty nasty. He's not speaking to either of his family members. At all. He didn't even greet me when I came in.
I grab a mildly non-childish mug from the cupboard.
I can hear Y/n's mum's voice from the living room; she's blabbing away to Y/n.
I look down at the mug again. The tea is made. I must have done it automatically... strange.
I pick up the mug, walk into the living room again, and give it to Y/n's mother.
"Thanks dear. So, what do you do for a living?" she asks.
"I...uh... I make YouTube videos..." I reply.
"No, sweetie, I think you heard me wrong. I said 'for a living' not 'for fun'."
"That's what Dan does, mum," Y/n sighs, looking exasperated.
"Oh, sorry."
"It's okay, it's hard for most people to understand," I say to her giving her a small smile.
She nods and the room falls silent.
"Honey, can I talk to you for a second?" Y/n's dad says to Y/n.
"Don't 'honey' me," Y/n says, her voice quiet and threatening.
He goes quiet. I see his fists clench. "You shouldn't be talking to your parent like that."
Y/n looks at him in complete disgust. "You can't call yourself my parent anymore. You left mum and I with no money, you ran off with another woman, how can you expect for me to still even LIKE you?!"
"Y/n-" he starts.
"Just get out!" she says, running out and slamming her bedroom door.
"I'll go and talk to her," I say, getting up slowly.
Y/n's mother puts her hand on my arm. "No, we'll go now. It's fine." She glances over at Y/n's father and gets up. "Thanks anyway."
I swallow and nod.
Back to you!
You're curled up on your bed, crying. You hear the door open, then close.
"Hey," Dan says quietly.
"He always ruins everything. I wish he never lived," you retort.
Dan doesn't say anything. There's a long pause.
"Should I go?" he asks quietly.
You sit up and wipe your tears away hurriedly. "No. Please stay. I'm sorry for being rude..."
Dan scoots over to your side and pulls you into him. You bury your head in his t-shirt and sob. He begins stroking your hair and saying things like: "Sshhh..." and "Everything is okay."
After a while, you feel like you can't cry any more.
"I'm so lucky to have you, Dan," you whisper.
"Yes, yes you are," he whispers back.
You giggle softly. "Really? Is that the best reply you could think of?"
"Yeah. I have a slow brain. I'll probably know what would be the perfect reply in 2 hours from now," he says, sighing.
"Well, tell me when you figure it out," you laugh.
Dan chuckles and lies his head on yours. You close your eyes and drift off to sleep.
*le time skip*
"Y/n, wake up," a gentle voice says.
"I'm up, mum," you say sleepily.
Two people laugh.
"I'm not your mum," Phil says.
Dan chuckles.
You turn over, open your eyes and look at them. They're both standing by your bed, smirking.
You pick up a pillow and throw it at Dan's grinning face.
"Oof!" he says, rubbing his nose. "That was completely unnecessary."
You ignore him. "What time is it, Phil?"
"It's 13:31 if you want to know the 24 hour time, it's about half past one if you want to know the 12 hour time, and it's lunchtime if you want to know the time of day," Phil replies, looking at his phone and smiling.
You laugh. "Thanks. Did I really sleep for two and a half hours?!"
"Yup," Dan says, shrugging at you. "You're a heavy sleeper."
"What's for lunch?" you ask, feeling slightly hungry.
"Stirfry, well, for you and Dan. I'm having pizza," Phil explains.
"Ooooh!" you say happily.
They laugh. The oven beeps.
"That must be my pizza!" Phil exclaims, running off.
Dan rolls his eyes and sits down beside you.
"There's a fairground in the park. It came yesterday, and it goes tomorrow. So, I was thinking, maybe we could go to it today?" he asks.
"That would be great," you reply, smiling.
*le teeny time skip*
As you appear at the table with Dan, Phil enters and sets your plate down in front of your usual seat.
"Mmm... thanks Phil!" you say, sitting down.
"You're welcome," he replies, smiling. He winks at you and sits down too.
"Where's mine?" Dan asks.
"Your what?" Phil asks back.
"My food..."
"Oh, you didn't tell me you wanted some."
"So you didn't make any?" Dan asks, blowing out his cheeks.
"Uh... no. Sorry," Phil says, looking down.
Dan leans back in his chair. Then he gets up.
"I'll get a takeaway, then," he says quietly.
Phil bursts out laughing and you join him.
"What's so funny?" Dan asks frustratedly, his hand on the door knob.
"Of course I made you food, you idiot. I'm not mean enough to make just Y/n and I something!" Phil exclaims, erupting into laughter again.
"I can't believe you fell for it," you say, getting up and hugging him from the side.
"Psh. I knew that you guys were joking all along," he says, putting one arm around you and waggling the other.
"Uh huh," you say, teasingly.
Dan sticks his tongue out at you, and you can see him trying not to laugh.
"I'll go get it," Phil says, grinning and walking into the kitchen.
Dan looks down at you, smiling. He rolls his eyes. "You and Phil are evil people."
You laugh. "No, you're just incredibly gullible."
"Shut up. I am not gullible," he protests, punching you lightly in the arm.
You wince, pretending it hurt. "Dan, that was really sore!" you exclaim, clutching your arm.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" Dan says immediately, searching your face worriedly.
"See, GULLIBLE," you insist, letting go of your arm and laughing.
"Fine, you win. I'm gullible," he replies grumpily.
You give him a small smile, stand on your tiptoes and connect your lips with his. He automatically puts his arms around your waist and pulls you closer. Suddenly, you hear footsteps coming down the hallway.
"Phil," Dan mumbles, pulling away from you.
The door opens and Phil comes in with a steaming plate of food. He slowly looks at Dan, then you.
You feel yourself blushing and your heart is thumping wildly.
Then he shrugs. "It's okay, you guys are allowed to kiss."
"It doesn't make you uncomfortable?" Dan asks. He's blushing too.
"No, just please don't randomly start making out right in front of me," Phil says, a glint in his eye.
You all laugh.
A/N: Well, I absolutely effed up my French exam xD
OH WELL
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