Dan's POV

Chrissa and I have been dating for about three weeks, (Three weeks, two days, five hours and twenty-three minutes…but who's counting?) and every day, every cuddle, every kiss, every glance makes me fall deeper in love with her. I can't help it; I feel like we were put on this Earth to find each other. She's all I could have ever asked for and more.

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I heard the door slam closed, keys being hung up, and shoes being kicked off. Then I was met with Chrissa sitting beside me on the couch. She shrugged off her coat and let it fall to the floor. "How was work?" I asked noticing the fatigue that was plaguing her face.

She leaned over and wiggled her way under my arm so I had my arm slung around her, "Tired." She nuzzled her face into the crook of my neck and closed her eyes. "You smell good."

I had to laugh a little at this comment. "Thank you, love. So do you." She started to glide her hand down to the hem of my shirt. Yeah, she still hasn't stopped this whole 'tired and/or sleep sensual touching' thing. I grabbed her hand so it wouldn't trail any lower and intertwined our fingers.

I noticed her breathing get heavier and I heard her mumble something about feeding jelly beans to an octopus. I chucked, "I love you, so much." The only reason I said those extremely meaningful words out loud was because I was 100% sure she was asleep. She stirred a little which caused me to panic, but she was just getting more comfortable in her sleep. I chuckled at my paranoia and tucked a stand of hair that had fallen loose behind her ear. She's actually the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life. She doesn't always believe that, but she is. She's gorgeous on the outside and on the inside.

She hiccupped in her sleep which tore me from my thoughts. I kissed her on the forehead and decided to bring her to bed. I picked her up bridal style (even though I couldn't carry that box that ONE TIME, I can carry a human. I had to carry that box up a shit ton of stairs, okay.) and carried her down the hallway. There was a moment of indecisiveness when I stood in front of our bedroom doors.

"Do I bring her to her room or mine." I looked down at her, "She might be a bit disoriented when she wakes if I leave her by herself. But she might want to sleep in her own bed…" I decided to just bring her into her own room and lie down with her. I struggled to open the door, but I did it…after five minutes, but that doesn't matter, it's fine.

I placed her down on her bed and watched her as she pulled one of her pillows close to her chest. I chuckled and walked out of the room to get her cell phone and charger. It took me a minute to find her phone in her bag. Why do women have to carry so much stuff around? When I walked back into the room, she was out of bed and putting on a pair of sleep shorts. She had also changed out of her work shirt and now was in…one of my t-shirts. She looked up at me and smiled, groggily and too out of it to be self- conscienece "Hi."

"Hi," I smiled back at her. I walked over to her and put my hands on her sides, making her jump. "I keep forgetting that you're, oh so, ticklish." I gave her a devilish smile.

She snapped out of her tired state so quickly, "Daniel, don't you dare." I brushed my thumbs up and down her sides, "Dan…" she warned.

I felt her tense up, preparing for me to tickle her, but I leaned down and kissed her cheek instead. She relaxed and placed her hands on my forearms. I kissed over to her ear and whispered, "Where did you get my shirt?" I pulled away and smirked.

"I did our laundry together." She deadpanned. "You know, when your laundry hamper was overflowing. And I asked you if you wanted me to do your laundry and you said yes." I felt heat rise to my face. "And I guess this just wound up in the wrong pile while I was folding." She blushed and tugged the shirt down.

"Thanks, love." She looked so cute in the signature 'Dan Howell' shirt.

"It was nothing… really." She leaned up on her tippy toes. and kissed me on the cheek.

I caught her face in my hands before she could pull away. I looked at her hazel eyes in the dim lighting. "I want you to wear my clothing more often." I said in a very blunt tone. My eyes widened in horror and I released her face. I just completely stomped all over our intimate little moment. Sometimes I just want to punch myself in the mouth. I glanced down at Chrissa, trying to read her facial expression. She was just staring at me with her big, innocent eyes.

I turned back to her completely and saw her give me a smile, "Okay."

"Okay? Okay what?"

"Okay, I'll wear your clothes." She giggled, "Prepare to have half your t-shirts and sweatshirts missing." She smiled and grabbed my hand in both of hers. She pulled me towards her bed. She yawned as I sat down on her plush mattress. I lied down and she crawled into my arms. Within no time, I saw her eyes flutter closed and felt her breathing get heavier.

This, is why I love her. She is used to awkwardness, mine and her own. And she just rolls with it. She understands my hopeless rambling. She can find the meaning behind my oddly worded statements. And when she mumbles an entire conversation or nervously rambles, or even when she cuts herself off and completely switches topics, it just makes me fall deeper in love with her. It's scary how much I love her and I feel like one day, she'll just be gone.

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I woke to Chrissa's stupid alarm blaring. This sound is more annoying than the default iPhone alarm. I slowly opened my eyes and saw an empty bed. I shot up into a sitting position. Peered over the side of the bed to check if Chrissa had fallen out of bed, as she sometimes does. She wasn't there. I looked at the, still sounding, alarm clock to see that it was 7 AM. Even if she had work today, she doesn't have to be there until 9. I got out of Chrissa's bed and decided to go on a mission to find my girlfriend.

I was on my way to check in the kitchen when I heard the feint sound of a female voice. I walked towards it, it getting louder and clearer as I got closer. It was coming from the room where Phil and I will now film our gaming videos. Through the crack in the door, I saw Chrissa sitting in one of the office chairs. She seemed to be on a phone call with someone and it didn't look like a very pleasant one.

Chrissa's POV

My phone ringing is what woke me up this morning and I knew it was my mother. I set her ringtone as the most obnoxious ringtone I could find. She used to call me from work telling me to get out of bed when I was at home. I guess it just became a habit.

I looked behind me to see Dan still peacefully asleep. I quickly climbed out of bed and answered my phone. "Hi mama."

"Hello, Chrissabelle."

"Woah, why so formal this early." She only uses my full name when I'm in trouble or we're at a formal event.

"Well, it's around noon here." She retorted

"Mom, time difference."

"I know, your father lived in England for two years, remember?" she responded aggravatedly.

"Mom, are you upset? You seem angry…"

"Well, I think any mother would be angry if she found out that her daughter had been living with two older men for over a month without telling her."

"Mom, I'm an adult-"

"I paid for your first month rent. I paid for you to live with two strange men that could have easily taken advantage of you."

"Easily? I can fend for myself!" I was getting worked up over something I shouldn't be getting worked up over."

"Honey, you know what I mean." Her voice softened a little.

"But I took those Tae Kwon Do classes with Grey. I can defend myself."

"You were never really any good, dear."

"I was a black belt!" I exclaimed. I was shocked and slightly offended.

"We paid for you to advance. You were better at ballet. And anyway, that's not what we were talking about." She let out a short, angry sigh, "We were talking about how you moved in with, not one, but two older men and didn't even tell me!"

"You paid for me to pass all my Tae Kwon Do belt tests?" I couldn't even focus on what she was saying.

"Honey, you were eight, you weren't very good. Your father didn't want you to feel bad about yourself."

"I was twelve and I thought I was good. Did dad want to pay for me to advance?" I huffed.

"No, he wanted to tell you to focus more on ballet. But that is not the problem here!"

"You lied to me…" I whispered so she could barely hear me.

"I was protecting you. Parents sometimes lie to protect their children." She paused. "But you, you just completely left out that you are living with two men!"

"Okay mom!" She was starting to trample on my last nerve. "You're right, I'm sorry! I didn't tell you that I accidentally moved in with two male, British men that make YouTube videos as a profession."

"Are they popular?" My mom has always been more into to social media realm than I have. It's lame, I know. I never was into it and my mom needs to be on it for work.

"Yes mom! They are. Very popular." I took a breath, still heated. "And they are the two sweetest human beings I have EVER met. And you know what…" I took maybe a second to contemplate telling her about Dan. Then my impulsivity took over. "You know what mom, I'm dating one of them."

There was a long pause. A long, uncomfortable pause. "You got yourself a boyfriend." I instantly regretted telling her. My throat tightened up and I couldn't get words out so I just made a noise of confirmation. I waited for her to say more but, there was just silence and the dial tone signifying that she hung up on me.

I tapped my phone screen and put my phone on the table face down. "What just happened." The conversation I had with my mother just now was oddly upsetting.

My phone dinged and I turned it over to look at the text.

From: Eva Jenkins

Chrissabelle, I'm sorry about lying to you about the karate. I thought it was best thing for you at the time. We are NOT done talking about this roommate situation. And I'm glad you finally have a boyfriend but I'm not so thrilled with you living with him. I will talk to you later.
I love you,

Mom xoxo

I ignored the message and flipped my phone back over, "It wasn't karate. It was Tae Kwon Do…" I softly voiced as if my mother was here.

After sitting there for a moment, making sure that any tears that even threaten to, threaten to escape were held back then I picked up my phone again. I got up from the chair and stretched, trying to seem like I didn't just find out that one of my childhood victories was just an illusion. I walked over to the door just to hear heavy footsteps, that were trying to stay quiet, scamper away from the door quickly. "Dan, I know that you were listening." I opened the door fully and stepped out and saw Dan, frozen in place as if I was angry and if he didn't move, I wouldn't see him. "I'm not mad, you know." I saw him relax significantly. "The reason I left the room was that I didn't want to wake you." I smiled, "You looked so cute and peaceful." He turned around to look at me. "And you need sleep. You're starting to get bags under your eyes. You're going to start looking old and people will think you're a cradle robber." I joked.

"Haha, very funny." He responded sarcastically. He stepped closer to me and took my hand in his.

"But actually, Dan. You're getting dark circles under your eyes. You need more sleep." I poked his cheek as I said this.

"Says you." He retorted, "You're starting to resemble a racoon."

"I do not look like a racoon!" I exclaimed, pretending to be offended. I looked up at him and pouted, "Am I at least a cute racoon?"

"The cutest." He leaned down and kissed my nose. Then his expression got serious very quickly. "But seriously, Chrissa, you're over working yourself. And from what I overheard," He made a face that was plastered with guilt, "You're having some conflict with your mum." He ran his thumb over my knuckles soothingly.

There was pause where Dan and I just looked at each other until I broke eye contact out of anxiety. "How about we go…" I tried desperately to think of an activity that we could do on the spot, "let's go…let's go make pancakes."

I tried to drag him to the kitchen but he didn't budge. "Chrissa…" I looked back at him to see guilt in his eyes. I don't know why he's guilty, he didn't do anything. I'm the one who should feel guilty, I didn't even think about if Dan wanted me to tell my mother. I was upset and I only thought about myself. I was selfish. "Chrissa, please talk to me."

I wrapped my arms around his torso and rested my cheek on his chest. "I'm sorry." I choked out softly.

He enveloped me in a hug and kiss the top of my head, "Love, why are you apologising?" He sounding like he was trying not to panic which made me feel even worse.

"I told my mother." I mumbled into his shirt.

"Told your mother what?" he asked.

My god, he can be so dim at times, "I told her that were dating. Granted she doesn't really know who you are…" I trailed off, waiting for him to get angry. But he never did. I looked up to see him smiling down at me. "You're…you're not mad."

"Of course not. You told your mother about me. I feel honoured." He pecked my lips, "Now, I'm more afraid of when you tell your father."

I almost laughed. Almost. "Dan…My mother is the one you should be afraid of…" His face paled. "My father is very free spirit. My mother on the other hand is more of like…if Gordon Ramsey and Simon Cowell had a child."

"Oh my." His eyes were as wide as saucers, "Am I going to die?" I couldn't help but laugh. "Don't laugh! You mother might kill me!"

"She won't kill you, don't worry. She's just not thrilled with me 'living with two older men.'" I quoted.

"So…she's going to kill me and Phil. Perfect." He said jokingly.

I smacked him on the chest, "My mother's not going to kill anyone. I just have to talk to her a little bit. Maybe buy her something, I don't know, the usual." I shrugged.

"As long as I'm not dead." He smiled, "You want to go make pancakes now?"

"Yes please. Unlike Tae Kwon Do, I'm good at making pancakes." I started towards to kitchen.

"What?"

"Don't worry about it, it's not important." I responded because, it wasn't. I realised that my parents lying to me about sucking at something isn't the end of the world.

I dragged Dan to the kitchen and started to gather the ingredients. Only to my dismay, we were missing two most vital ingredients. "Dan, we can't make pancakes."

He turned to look at me, "And why would that be?"

"We don't have eggs or flour." I deadpanned.

"Oh, those are kind of important, aren't they?" He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "So…cereal then?"

I pouted like a child who didn't get her way. "I want pancakes." I stuck my lip out and essentially gave him the puppy dog look, "can we go to the store and get the stuff."

"You can go by yourself." He smirked.

"Don't be lazy." I pouted "Please, because you love me." I instantly regretting saying that last part. My eyes widened and my face started to burn up. I looked down at my feet. Why did I just say that? It's different saying that to a significant brother than a friend. If he was just my friend it wouldn't matter as much. Oh god, it's gonna be awkward now. I quickly walked out of the kitchen, not even checking Dan's response. "I'll get dressed and go to the store. It's fine." I called back to him. I got changed at fast as I could and bolted down the endless amount of stairs as if the building was on fire. The entire way to the store, only thoughts were how stupid that was. I completely forgot that he was my boyfriend for a second. I completely thought that we've been only dating for three weeks and there is no chance he could love me already.

"God fucking damn it. Fucking shit." I said out loud. I saw a mother cover her son's ears as I passed them. "Sorry!" I called back. I genuinely felt bad. All I got in return was a glare. "okay then."

When I got to the store, I grabbed a trolley and quickly found what I needed. I decided to wonder around the store a little bit more. I wasn't ready to back home yet. I saw Dan's favourite cereal, so grabbed a box and put it in the cart. I wandered around a little bit more. I decided to get some more milk, just in case. I grabbed some honey and a lemon. I kept looking for powdered sugar but all I could find was Valentine's Day chocolate. "What the hell, it's not even Christmas yet." I just walked into a different aisle, trying not to feel awkward as I passed all the lovey stuffed animals that were staring at me.

I decided to grab more Baked potato chips. Even though Dan claims they're gross, I've caught him at least five times eating an entire bag. I realised I was going to have to carry all this stuff back home, so I went over to the checkout counter.

"Hi! How are you today?" The peppy blonde behind the counter chirped. She looked at little bit younger than me.

"I'm good, how are you?" I responded, tiredly.

"I'm well, thank you." She started to scan my items. God, I hate when I ask someone how they are after they ask me and then they respond with 'well'. I know it's grammatically correct but, I always respond with 'good' and then I feel inferior. "Ma'am, are you okay?" I looked up to see the cashier looking at me with a concerned face.

I realised that I was probably scowling so I quickly painted a smile back on, "I'm fine."

She looked at me with a strange face, "That'll be-"

I cut her off by handing her a £50 note, "Here." I grabbed my bags from the counter and went to walk away.

"But, ma'am-"

"Cheers." I ignored her and walked out of the store.

I started walking back home, completely zoned out. This caused me to crash into a tall figure. I almost fell to the ground but I was pulled back to my feet, "I'm so sorry!" I looked up and saw a familiar face, "Phil?"

"Chrissa! I was just coming to find you!"

I looked at him, then back at the store then back at him "Wha-wh-why?"

"Your favourite grocery store is Little Small's." he said as if it was common knowledge. I opened my mouth to ask another question but he cut me off, "You do most the grocery shopping." I opened my mouth again but he cut me off, "We have Little Small's plastic bags shoved in the plastic bag holder that you bought." I decided to stop protesting because everything he just said was true. "Okay, so I came to find you because Dan is freaking out because he thinks he upset you."

I looked at him with a slightly confused expression, "I thought I upset him."

Phil shook his head, "Nope."

"Oh…whoops." I smiled anxiously, "We should head back home to sort everything out." Phil just nodded his head in response. We walked back in a not completely awkward silence.

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When we got home, I quickly put the groceries away and then rushed into the lounge. I saw Dan pacing back and forth. When he spotted me, he stopped creating a rut in the wooden floor. "Chrissa, I-" I cut him off by running into his arms, forcing him to hug me. He wrapped his arms around me. I pulled away a bit and looked up at him, "Chrissa, I'm-"

Before He could finish, I grabbed his face in my hands and pulled him down into a kiss. Like a real kiss. I'm not usually the one to initiate these types of kisses. He seemed shocked at first but then quickly kissed me back. I pulled away first, out of breath, "I'm still not used to that." I giggled.

He smirked, "Stick with me, babe, you'll get used to it." He joked.

"I plan to." I smiled as a blush crawled across his face. "Also, why do you think I'm always angry with you?" I slightly pouted.

"I…I don't know. I guess I just don't want to mess up with you." He brushed his thumb over my cheek. "You're important to me."

I felt tears creep into my eyes. I pulled him into another kiss. He didn't hesitate to respond. He deepened the kiss by pulling me closer, bending my back to arch ever so slightly. I grasped the sides of his shirt, balling the fabric up in my hands. We broke apart and staring at each other's panting form. "I'm not mad at you." I smiled.

I saw Phil walk through the lounge and into the hallway, "I ship it!" He called from his bedroom doorway.

"I do too!" Dan called back to him. Then he looked down at my very red face. "You're adorkable." He leaned down and kissed my cheek. "Pancakes?"

"No, I'm fine than-" my stomach growled at that exact moment. "Pancakes sound great." I smiled sheepishly.

"Let's go, love." He threw his arm over my shoulder and kissed my head. "Onwards! To pancakes!" he exclaimed as we walked into the kitchen.

"You're such a dork, I swear." I half sighed, half giggled.

"But, I'm your dork." Dan smiled.

"Shhhh." I hopped up on one of the stools. "Make me pancakes."

"Please."

"Make me pancakes please." I said flatly. He smiled then turned around to start cooking. I watched as he moved throughout the kitchen. He's so attractive. I don't know how an average looking girl like me could ever catch the attention, let alone date a guy like Dan. He's perfect and now I'm getting really cheesy and cliché. But, I can't help it, I love him.

Hey, y'all! Thanks for reading! I had no clue had to end this chapter but thank you for reading! Hope you liked it though. You can review and tell me what you think, if you want. Thanks again for supporting LINOF! Until next time!