If you've read any of my other stories, you'll know I love writing fics for special occasions! This one is for Valentines Day.
And you'll find out the reason why I aged them a few years in the next chapter. This'll only be a short story, and the next chapter will probably be the last. But if you want to read my longer Danfic, check it out on my profile. Enjoy reading!
The morning sun peeks over the horizon outside of your hotel window which overlooks the stunning city of Paris. Dan has taken you here for a week as a Valentines Day present, and for your two year anniversary. You're enjoying every moment you spend with him; and you can't thank him enough for bringing you here. You can't believe he spent this much money on you to show how much he loves you. It warms your heart.
You and Dan have been together for two whole years as of today. It's almost too much for you to comprehend. It feels like you've known him for your whole life. And what a coincidence that your anniversary is on Valentines Day! With a dreamy smile on your face, you think back to the day when he asked you to be his girlfriend, the day your life changed forever. Despite it being two years ago, memories of that day will never leave your mind.
With the duvet tucked up to your chin, you lay in bed and think to yourself. Two years. For two whole years this relationship has been going. You remember meeting Dan as if it were yesterday. From that day onwards you had always been the best of friends with him and Phil. After a few years of knowing each other you finally moved into their flat and became part of their world. The world of internet madness. But it was a good world to be in.
Then there was the day, Valentines Day, two years ago when Dan confessed his love for you. You remember being so happy; you had loved him since the day you met him but were afraid that he only loved you as a friend. The day when you found out that he actually loved you was probably the best day of your life so far. From that day on life has been a roller-coaster. Every moment has been amazing. Sometimes you think that you two were made for each other.
When you met him you were both twenty two. When he asked you to be his girlfriend, you were twenty eight. Now at thirty years old, you two are still happily together. However sometimes you think that Dan isn't really thirty. By the fact that he still makes ridiculous YouTube videos, and does the show on Radio 1. And Phil. Both of them still act like children! But you love it really. You never tire of living with two adults who act like children, never growing up. Sometimes you think to yourself that they are really children in grown men's bodies.
A nostalgic smile spreading across your face, your mind drifts back to all the happy memories of you three. The time when you all went on a world cruise, some of the best months of your life. That was such a laugh. With a giggle you remember when Phil got lost and security had to go searching for him. And in the end you found out that he had only gone to the toilets without you or Dan realising. That was a year before you got together.
And now, you think back over those eight years that you've known him. They were probably the best eight years of your entire life. And hopefully there will be many more to come.
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Breaking out of your thoughts, you stretch out on the plush double bed, enjoying the feeling of relaxation. Dan is still asleep next to you, his soft breath puffing out and blowing his overgrown fringe up into the air. You make a mental note to book him in for a haircut as soon as possible.
Rolling over, you admire his adorable sleepy face. He looks so at peace, so relaxed. You don't want to disturb him but also you love to see his face when you wake him up in the morning. He hates being woken up and usually scowls at you when you do it. But in a jokey way.
You smile when he stirs, mumbling a bit to himself, his eyelids opening a crack. He's still half asleep, so when he sees your outline, he automatically wraps his arms around you then falls to sleep against the crook of your neck. You love how he automatically does that, even if he's half asleep.
You two stay this way, lying in each others arms for the next ten minutes before Dan finally wakes up, rolling over and stretching his arms out above his head.
"Morning, beautiful," he mutters with a warm smile, rolling back over onto his side to face you. Your faces are mere centimetres apart.
"It's Valentines Day," you say, as your hands rest in between you, fingers intertwined. "We've been together for two years."
"It feels like I've known you for my entire life," Dan proclaimed, leaning in to give you a brief kiss on the lips.
"Same," you reply, your eyes meeting. "The day when we met seems like centuries ago."
"And I've got something very special planned for today," Dan chirps happily, throwing the covers off and purposely destroying the moment. You scowl, reluctantly climbing out of bed with him.
You both get dressed, in your nicest clothes. Today is going to be a very special day. You're going to spend the entire day together. But you're still unsure of where Dan is going to take you, you guess it will be a pleasant surprise.
Your eyebrows shoot into the air when Dan emerges from the bathroom, dressed in a white shirt, and skinny jeans. You smile when you notice he's kept his hobbit hair from the shower. He looks like perfection personified.
"Wow," you gape, your jaw slightly slack as your eyes dance across his perfect body. "You look amazing. And you kept the hobbit hair."
"Not as stunningly beautiful as you. But I'm not too sure about the hobbit hair..."
"No, don't even think about straightening it!" you snap playfully, pointing an accusing finger at him. "I'm warning you. I'll break those straighteners of yours, or feed them to hungry llamas."
"No!" he frowns, adjusting his hair in the mirror quickly. "You will not touch my straighteners!"
"I already have," you smirk, trying your best to suppress a chuckle. You love winding him up. "I gave them to the room service guy yesterday, to put in for the next rubbish collection."
"NO!" he almost shrieks, and you almost burst out laughing, as he has once again fallen for your trick. "No, no, no, no, no!"
Almost tripping over his own feet, he sprints into the bathroom, searching around the sink and shelves for his beloved straighteners.
"What have you done with them?!"
This time you can't hold it back any longer, you erupt into a fit of laughter, clutching your stomach. You can hear him frantically searching around the bathroom.
"You peasant!"
He storms back out, straighteners brandished in hand like a weapon ready to strike. "Why do I always fall for your tricks?!"
"Because you're a turnip," you chuckle, "But I love you really. I just love winding you up."
"I'm going to straighten my hair back now," he scoffs, turning his head up mockingly. You shriek, running for the straighteners, but his height advantage allows him to lift them out of your reach.
"You've blown it! No more hobbit hair!"
"No!" you giggle, jumping for the straighteners which he holds tauntingly above you. "You can't get rid of your hobbit hair! I love your hobbit hair!"
"Too bad," he runs across the room, and you follow quickly in pursuit. You end up pinning him against the wall, giggling hysterically and leaping for the straighteners. He chortles and keeps moving them out of the way every time you even get a few inches close to them.
"Give them here, Dan!" you say in between giggles, and then a devious plan pops into your mind. Your hands dart straight to his ribs, and he shrieks as you begin tickling him.
"No!" he laughs, manoeuvring himself out of your way, "Don't tickle me! No!"
"Would I ever do such a thing?" you smirk sarcastically, and he dives onto the bed, you close behind. Leaping on top of him, you straddle his waist and your fingers descend back to his ribs, as he writhes about beneath you.
"Stop!"
But you simply smile, and continue tickling him until he's too out of breath to even laugh. You stop tickling him, and realise the straighteners have fallen from his hands. You flick them onto the floor and smirk as they land with a soft thud on the plush carpet of your room.
You both sit there, panting for breath, cheeks rosy red. After a while his hands smooth their way up your thighs, stopping at your waist. Your breath catches in your throat as he gently strokes the exposed skin between the rim of your jeans and the bottom of your woolly jumper.
"I love this," he pipes up, his expression sweet and relaxed. "How we can both act like immature children and not get annoyed at each other."
"So do I," you agree, and place your hands gently over his. "I love you so much."
"I love you too, Y/N," Dan smiles sweetly, and you slowly lean down for a kiss. When your lips touch, fire blazes in your veins. It's sweet and passionate, and exactly how you intended to start the morning of Valentines Day.