PHIL P.O.V

It didn't seem possible to love someone this much. Surely this much affection, this much adoration, was unhealthy for one person to possess.

From his lips and the way they moved, to the words they formed. To his eyes framed by long brown lashes only shades lighter than the irises they protected. From his dimpled cheeks to the lobes of his ears. From the way his hair shone in the early morning sun, down to every last freckle on his body.

I was helplessly in love with every little detail. If granted the opportunity I would ramble on for centuries praising all aspects of his being. To give him an idea of what it's like to look at him through my eyes, so he could understand my infatuation.

I had the luxury of staring at him for a solid five minutes before he woke up. It took all of my self-control to restrict it to merely looking but I managed. "Hey," I mumbled, acting like I'd only just woken up myself.

Dan's eyelids - after fluttering sleepily a few times - closed once again. The hint of a smile played at the corners of his lips. "Hey," he murmured in response.

"How'd you sleep?" I asked. I wanted so badly to run my hands through his fringe just for the sake of it but restrained myself. Instead I settled for simply imagining it.

Dan mumbled what I think was a very sleepy 'good' in response. "What do you want to do today?" I asked, though to be honest, the idea of us both staying in bed all day, only getting up for snack and bathroom breaks, sounded like a good plan to me.

Dan rolled onto his back and stretched his arms out. My eyes followed the movement with avid veneration. "Hmmm... you want to give me that tour of London?"

"What if you get recognised?" I asked.

Dan looked up at the ceiling and paused for a moment before answering with, "I'll wear a fake moustache." I chuckled and nudged his side under the blanket. "No, really," he insisted. "We both will. And maybe some wigs. I'm thinking an afro for me... and maybe pigtails for you. Bring back Phillipa."

Laughing, I propped myself up on an elbow, grabbed my pillow, and playfully hit him in the face with it. "Hey guys!" Dan mocked, unperturbed by my attack. "My name's Phillipa. Phillipa Jonas, one day." The fact that he was quoting an obscure video of mine from the very beginning of my YouTube days made me feel insanely happy. Cringey, too. But still happy.

I attempted to muffle his words with the pillow but he fought back and - in between laughs - continued to impersonate me. Laughing along with him, I soon had Dan pinned to the bed and decided to recklessly abandon my self restraint and lean down to kiss him. My brain thought that was a good idea and my body naïvely jumped on board with it.

It got him to stop talking, that's for sure. It was a soft kiss. A chaste kiss. I was aware of my morning breath and didn't think it fair to subject Dan to that with a passionate, open mouthed kiss. I gently pulled back but stayed hovering above him. I met his eyes and waited for him to make the next move. To say the next line. But he didn't do anything. He stared right back, his eyes studying my face and flicking down to my lips occasionally.

"So... tour?" I asked. "We can go on the London Eye," I suggested, thinking back to our first date on the Wheel of Manchester. There was something poetic about having our second first date on a ferris wheel too.

But we weren't recreating our old story, I had to remind myself. We were writing a new one. And when I stopped trying to put everything back the way it used to be, that's when the story moved forward.

"Or... we could stay here?" I ended my sentence in a questioning tone, making it clear that it was merely a suggestion and that Dan could shoot me down if he so wished. I sincerely hoped he didn't though.

"We could order some takeout, watch some movies, play some games..." I trailed off. "All your choice, of course," I added. I was hesitant to make any definitive decisions. I wanted to let the universe take the reigns for once, instead of me forcing things to happen.

Dan lifted his head up a fraction to return my chaste kiss with a chaste kiss of his own. He smiled up at me. "Okay."

I responded with a quick peck back. "Yeah?"

And Dan responded again in a similar fashion. "Yeah."

I felt the flood of excitement at the prospect of spending the whole day with Dan, and only Dan, away from the prying eyes of the public and being able to steal kisses whenever I wanted. I went to climb off the bed but Dan quickly stopped me. His hands came up to grab hold of my waist and keep me in place. "Where are you going?" he pouted.

I chuckled but made no effort to break his touch. I was enjoying the tingles it sent racing through my body. "To brush my teeth," I explained casually, doing my best to keep the longing out of my voice.

"Right now?" Dan asked, his voice tinged with disappointment. And it was just the cutest thing ever. His little pout, his creased forehead, the way he still didn't release his hold on me even though it was evidently clear that I had stopped trying to get up.

Scratch that. Everything he did was the cutest thing ever. I don't know what I did to deserve front seat tickets to such cuteness but I was so incredibly grateful for it.

"If I don't brush my teeth," I began, struggling to find my voice and keep it at a regular octave, "how can I kiss you properly?" Perhaps such flirtiness was too early for this new relationship but I couldn't help it. I constantly walked a tightrope between childlike innocence and overt flirtiness. It was incredibly easy for me to flit between the two.

Dan didn't seemed to mind though. Other than the shakiness of his breath and the pink tinge to his cheeks, he didn't seem too affected by it at all.

"Like this," he said simply, pulling me down for a not-so-chaste kiss.

...And a thousand years later she decides to update!
My sincerest apologies to anyone still following this story. Please take this fluff, as a token of my appreciation.
So no, that last chapter wasn't the end, to those who were asking. But I will be finishing it soon. Like, a couple chapters soon. And I will try my very, very best not to take a six month hiatus between these last few chapters. You have my word. Cross my hearts. And hope to fly.