Authors note: Hey, this is my first fic, so forgive me for mistakes etc. If you enjoy it, please comment :)
Dan's POV:
I finished my cereal and threw it noisily into the sink, dammit Dan, Phil's gonna hear that..
''Dan! Be careful with the bowls, they have feelings too!'' Ugh.. Phil is always moaning, I guess cause I'm younger he's allowed to.
''Okay dad, thanks for CHOOSING MY LIFE!'' I shouted through the flat. ''We all know that I'm not your dad, Dan. Silly boy'' Phil replied.
I sighed and looked out the window to see a dark, foggy London. Even for Christmas Eve, it was cold.
My iPhone rung in my pocket. ''Hello?'' I asked.
''Dan, hello mate. I have an early Xmas pressie for you, well.. its from Chris too. Can we come round? Chris has decided to try to pole dance on the standing lamp and its not sexy in the slightest.''
I laughed, ''Sure PJ, I can sense the horror in your voice. You can come, but make sure Chris is clothed.''
I ended the call as Phil walked into the living room. ''PJ's coming over with Chris, they have a present for us.''
''Ooooo!'' he said ''Is it a lion?''
''No Philly, I hope its a stripper, my last one quit because I'm too sexy'' I laughed.
''She obviously hadn't seen you in the morning with boxers and hobbit hair then'' he replied.
I grabbed a pillow and hit my flatmate in the head with it. He grinned ''you love me really''
I carried on hitting him while he rolled on the floor, trying to escape. I was forced to stop because of a knock on the door.
''OOOO, PRESSIEEEES!'' Phil shouted. He ran towards the door and I quickly followed.