So close guys. So close...

*IMPORTANT QUESTION DOWN THE BOTTOM!*

Phil's P.O.V

I woke up first, wrapped tight in Dan's arms. I slipped out from under his hold, and kissed his nose lightly. I went into the kitchen and turned the coffee machine on. I set to work, mugs on the bench, two sugars in each, so Dan's coffee would be ready by the time he woke up. While the machine was buzzing I called the airline. Thankfully they weren't too busy. I managed to change our flight to 5pm that day. I also called Chris and Pj, and organised dinner plans. We would be able to get home, get changed and be at their place on time.

The only thing left for me to do was wake Dan up.

"Good morning, sweetheart." He said behind me, wrapping his arms around me.

"Hey you. I called the airline, they switched our flight over." I decided not to tell Dan about dinner. I wanted to give him a surprise.

"Great. What time?"

"5pm."

"Perfect." He nuzzled my neck, placing soft kisses there. Every touch turned my legs to jelly, my brain to mush.

"Coffee's on the bench." I muttered.

"Mmm, is that what smells so nice?"

"That's just you." I replied.

Dan laughed, his breath warm against my neck.

"You always say the sweetest things."

He walked off, heading to the kitchen for his morning drink. I followed him, sitting down at the small table.

"Have you had a good time?" I asked, reaching for Dan's hand across the table.

"I've had a lovely time. An amazing time! Every day, every minute, every second was wonderful; and I think most of that is because you were there with me the whole time."

I smiled, squeezing his hand.

"What about you, have you had a good time?" He asked.

"Perfect. And I really do appreciate everything that you've done for me, Dan. You're the prettiest, cutest, loveliest person ever."

"Is that so?" Dan leant over the table, his lips brushing against mine. "Tell me more."

"Your eyes are the sweetest brown, like melted chocolate. Your lips are so pretty and pink; I want to kiss them all the time. Every time I see you I have to refrain myself from pouncing on you because you're so damn beautiful."

"And your heart..." I whispered. "Is so big it could fit a whole house."

"That's because you live there. In my heart. You've made a home and I've locked the door so you can't leave."

"You've got the key to mine." I replied.

Dan replied by pressing his lips to mine. They were soft, smooth. I could taste coffee as I swirled my tongue around his mouth. I pressed against Dan, leaning forward to get closer, to taste more. I stood up, knocking the chair from behind me. It fell to the floor with a soft crash.

Dan pulled away, laughing. His lips looked like mine felt; red and slightly swollen from kissing.

"Most people take shampoo or conditioner, or those tiny sugar packets. You're not content with that are you Phil? You have to break the furniture. I'm surprised you didn't knock the mugs over."

"Why would I do things like a normal person?" I asked, laughing with him.

I picked the chair up. Thankfully it wasn't broken. I don't know how I would have been able to explain that; I'm awkward in social situations normally. And Dan wouldn't be any help.

"On the subject of taking things from hotels, do you want to pack up now? We could get something to eat before we head to the airport. We don't know if we'll have to wait or not."

"Sure, that's actually a really good idea."

Dan downed the rest of his coffee in one go, wiping the warm liquid from his mouth with the back of his hand. "I do have them sometimes."

We busied ourselves for the next hour; I packed up our clothes and collected all our souvenirs and mementos. Dan cleaned up the dishes and made sure we had taken everything that hadn't been nailed down. I had to stop him from taking the phone, and the pillows. I think he would have taken the bed if it would fit through the door and onto a plane.

"Have you taken everything yet?" I asked; a sentence I never thought I would say.

"Sort of. I left the mugs and wine glasses...but that's because I don't have any more room."

"You're such a kleptomaniac?."

"We all have our little quirks. Besides, they're here for us to use. We're still entitled to them even if we don't use them while we're staying here. I'm not paying a truck load of money to sleep in a bed and not take the utilities. "

"And apparently a cheapskate."

Dan turned to me, his eyebrows raised. It was obvious his was trying to appear annoyed, but I saw the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He walked over to me, only a few steps; so he was right in front of my face.

"Shut up." He said, kissing me. Just as I kissed back, however, he pulled away laughing.

"Jerk." I said, but found myself laughing as well. After all, I had just called him names; in a sense I did deserve it.

"You love me. Are we all packed?"

"Yeah, I think so. Let me just double-check." I did a quick scan of the suitcases.

"Yep. The only things out are our clothes for the plane. We can put our dirty clothes in one of the empty pockets. Do you mind if I have a quick shower?" I asked. "I really want to get out of these jeans."

"I did tell you to take them off last night, but you didn't want to. At least I had the common sense to put lazy pants on."

Childishly, I stuck my tongue out at him.

"I was comfortable." I said, defensively. Dan just laughed, heading into the kitchen presumably for another coffee.

I grabbed the soap out of the toiletries bag, and went into the kitchen.

My shower was quick, and so was Dan's. We were changed and ready to leave within an hour; which was a record for us. Dan didn't even straighten his hair. He intended it was because we had already packed the straighteners and we didn't have time, but I think it was really because I had told him he looked cute.

We ended up at the same cafe we had first had breakfast at, where Dan once again showed off his French skills. We had a different waitress this time, who was pleasantly surprised when Dan started to order in French. We had sandwiches this time, deciding a lighter meal would be better.

All in all, the day and the trip had been fun, as Dan and I discussed waiting for our plane.

"What was your favourite part?"

"The Eiffel Tower...and the picnic. Best romantic surprise ever. What about you?"

Dan smiled at me, squeezing our interlocked fingers. "Every minute I spent with you."

"What has Paris done to you?" I asked. "You're so soppy."

"Paris didn't do anything." He leant over and kissed me. I swept back up in to the world I loved to live in, where it was only Dan and I.

"My love for you is what turned me soppy."

Sorry if that was kind of rushed. Did anyone spot the parallels between this and Emma Blackery's hotel video?

Thanks for reading. :D

*Do you guys have any objections to smut in the next few chapters?*