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Chapter 7

Dan's POV

I have this weird thing about me that it takes me about 5 minutes in the morning to properly wake up and remember things, so to say I was shocked to wake up laying on Phil on the couch would be an understatement. Infact i'm pretty sure I screamed and fell on the floor, but still didn't manage to wake Phil up.

I soon remembered what exactly had happened last night. Phil and I had been having a film night and had a popcorn war, and then Phil had told me he loved me and kissed me. Somehow after this we had ended up shirtless having a full-on makeout session on the couch, and then fell asleep in eachother's arms. I had woken up with Phil's arms around me and my head on his chest.

I sat and thought about all of this for a moment while looking at Phil's adorable sleeping form, but then I soon became aware of how hungry I was. I carefully stood and tiptoed around the discarded popcorn littering the floor, and made my way to the kitchen. I eyed up the bags of malteasers in one of the cupboards, before I decided that chocolate probably wasn't the best thing to have for breakfast. And that's when I had the perfect idea.

I got the ingredients out of the fridge and cupboards and turned on the stove. I was going to make Delia Smith pancakes for when Phil woke up! He'd be so happy. All hail Delia!

I was halfway through mixing the ingredients in a bowl when I heard Phil groan as he woke up. It made me jump and the bowl flew out of my hands (why did I always drop everything?!), hit the floor, and the liquid splashed all over my joggers, my chest, my face, and my hair. Phil erupted into laughter, falling on the floor and practically crying as I stood there with the mixture dripping off of my fringe.

"It's not funny!" I moaned. Phil didn't even react, he just carried on laughing, unable to stop. It made me want to laugh at the sight of him but I knew that I had to stay acting annoyed. It wasn't fair to laugh at me!

Phil finally stood and came over to me, attempting to stop his laughter (but failing).

"Here, let me help you" he said, picking up a kitchen towel and dabbing my face with it. When it was off of my face he looked down at the rest of me, smiling evilly and winking. "I guess i'll have to clean your chest too..." he giggled.

"No thanks, i'll do that myself. I know what you're like!" I taunted, snatching the towel from him and cleaning the mixture off of me. I then shook my hair, trying to untangle the clumps of pre-pancake from my fringe.

Phil laughed and picked up the mop, mopping the floor and then putting the bowl back on the counter. He then got out some new ingredients and mixed them himself, pouring them into a pan and making a perfect pancake. Showoff.

"Here you go my princess!" he said, handing me the pancake on a plate with some lemon juice and sugar. I glared at him and took the plate, covering it with more sugar and eating it whole. "That is so sexy..." Phil laughed. He made himself a pancake and copied my actions and then turned off the stove and went to sit down on the sofa. I followed him and sat beside him, and he put his arm around me so I nestled my head into him.

"Your hair smells like pancakes and shame" he laughed, and I shoved him away.

"I hate you!" I shouted, laughing.

"Aww Daniel i'm sorry! Hug?"

"Don't call me Daniel, Phillip!"

"I can't believe you just did that!"

Phil pounced on me and pushed me to the floor and we began to wrestle. He was stronger than I was but I still managed to switch our positions, straddling him and holding his hands above his head. We stopped laughing for a second and stared at eachother, before I became aware that we were both still, indeed, shirtless. I blushed and got off of him, walking away quickly. I didn't get away quick enough though, as I discovered when I felt a strong pair of arms reach around my waist. Phil put his head on my shoulder and kissed my jaw, whispering "You never said you love me too last night, you know" into my ear while holding on to my hands. This made me blush more. I had never actually said that to anyone before other than family. It sounded pathetic but I had been waiting for the right person to say it to. I turned around to face Phil and took in his appearance, his cute face scrunching up in confusion as he didn't know why I hadn't answered him yet. I looked into his eyes and thought about all we had been through, and the feelings that I had experienced for him ever since the incident. I knew it was fate. I was meant to be with Phil. He was the one I was meant to love.

I brought my arms around his neck slowly, smiling and looking into his blue eyes as he looked straight back into mine.

"I love you so much Phil, more than I could ever say" I whispered, for only the two of us to hear. His face lit up with that beautiful smile I loved and he leaned into me, kissing me slowly.

"I love you too. Always will" he said.

"...Phil?" I mumbled as we hugged.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Can I have some more pancakes?"