... in which Dan and Phil eat melted toffee fudge cake

'So…' I say to Dan kind of awkwardly.

'Yes, Philip?' He looks up from his Tumbling. He had enough of me lately. Let's just say I've had a couple of silly or stupid ideas. I'm not gonna say what they were, they are really embarrassing.

'I have an idea.'

'Oh boy.' He sighs, closing his laptop, and turning towards me.

Since the beginning we knew that we liked each other. I mean that way. But we decided not to act on it. We talked about it, and both agreed that it's better to have a best friend for life than a love interest for a couple of months.

But… I don't know. Maybe it's the pressure of Valentine's Day, but I kind of want something. With him. I know this is not a good reason, that it's not a good idea, but still.

'You got anything to do on Valentine's Day?' He looks at me, like I'm joking or something. 'Oh, right. We're still us.'

'Yeah, just me, pizza and Tumblr. Why?'

'Do you want to do anything? I mean… Like a date-y thing.'

We're sitting in an awkward silence for a few moments. Still looking at each other, it's really mortifying for me. But then…

'Yeah.' He smiles with his dimples, but doesn't say anything else.

Since Valentine's Day is a week away, we don't really talk about it. The only thing we do talk about is not going out, but cooking a meal together.

When the BIG DAY finally comes, I'm nervous as hell. I spend huge amount straightening my hair, making sure it looks good. I put on an outfit, then the next one, then another, then I go back to my original choice. It's just a pair of black jeans and white, short sleeved shirt. Okay, I know I kind of look like a waiter, and it's not really original, but I like it.

Dan and I open our doors at the same time. He looks… Okay, he looks kind of the same, but he's wearing a black shirt, with rolled up sleeves.

'Wow you look…' He starts…

'Gorgeous.' … and I finish the sentence.

'Thanks' He says blushing a bit, but he hides it with a cough. 'So, shall we?'

'Yeah.'

We're making a simple meal: mashed potatoes, salmon, salad and in Iceland they sell those toffee fudge cakes we both love.

We cooked together before, but it's different now. We joked then, but now our jokes are more daring, more… intimate, sexy, flirtatious. It's like Dan had also wanted this, but never had the nerves to tell me anything.

He occasionally bumps our hips together, and it's… I don't think there's a word to describe how amazingly perfect and hot it is.

'So, Philip.' He says when we finish with the cooking part.

We're standing next to each other, waiting for the other to sit down and eat. We're both leaning against the counter, our shoulders are touching.

'Yeah?' I take a quick glance at him, otherwise I'd be lost in his beauty, perfectness and sexiness.

'Are we going to eat or what?' He laughs quietly.

'Sure.'

I want to sit down, but as I try to walk away, he grabs my arm. He pulls me back next to him. 'There's… uhm, there's something I've always wanted to do.' He tells me as he stands in front of me. I mean in my private zone. And yes, he kind of pushes me against the counter, not letting me go. 'I know we talked about this, but… This feeling didn't go away.' He's staring at me, at my soul, his sight burning into mine. The next thing I know that his lips are up against mine. I didn't think he would be the one to take the next step. But it's amazing. It's… The kiss was due. I mean we've been friends for ages, I had a thing for him, he had a thing for me, we both needed this kiss. It's pure passion. Passion and I think even love. Or the possibility of it. 'We should… Uhm… Eat.' He says a few seconds later, smiling, grinning like a lunatic.

'Yeah, probably we should.'

'The food will get cold.'

'And the cake will melt.'

'Do you like cold or reheated salmon?' He asks, his grin is much wider.

'Do you like melted cake?'

'Yes.' We say at the same time, which makes both of us laugh.

He kisses me again, still with the same passion. During the kiss, he takes my hand, entwines our fingers. Then he pulls me towards his room.

'You know…' He bites his lip, as we step through his door. 'When I saw you in this shirt, I knew I wanted you to take it off. I mean, I wanted to be the one who could… Uhm, rip it off of you.'

'That extremely cheesy and corny. But I love it.' I place a kiss on his fingers that linger around my neck and face. 'So please do so.'

I'm not going into details. Let's just say, after another long and passionate kiss, he did rip off my shirt and my other pieces of clothing too. Then, after a while (while wearing nothing, but boxer briefs, and yes that is an important information, Daniel Howell is fucking beautiful in boxer briefs) we had reheated salmon and mashed potatoes, then melted cake.