I was staring at Dan's sleeping face, his long and thick eyelashes fluttering slightly as he dreamed.
He and Phil invited me over, telling me that they wanted a day to rest from filming, doing collabs, and planning the tour and it'll be fun if we hung out. I agreed.
After watching a lot of movies and playing games on their Xbox, we decided to call it a night. I noticed how Dan was glancing at me the entire time.
"Hey. It's late. You should stay the night." Phil offered, eyeing me and Dan with concern.
"Yeah. You could sleep in my room." Dan murmured, obviously bothered as well.
I simply nodded and gave Phil a small hug before he headed off to his own bedroom. Dan laid out a towel for me, as well as his grey shirt. I can't help but wonder what's worrying both of them but I'm too shy to ask. Maybe it was something else. I shouldn't be too full of myself. Ugh.
"I'm not sure if I have anything you could use for bottoms that could fit though." he said, scratching the back of his head.
"I think this'll stretch long enough though." I replied, nodding towards the shirt.
I was washing my face when I felt his arms wrap around my waist, his head resting on my back. I didn't know if there was something I did that threw him off. It's just that my thoughts kept on haunting my mind for weeks now. But I wasn't thinking of those today so I doubt that crossed my face the entire time we were together.
"Dan. I'm done." I told him, trying to wriggle out of his embrace to reach for the towel. To my surprise, he flinched.
"What?" he asked, despair evident in his eyes.
I stared at him curiously as I patted my wet face with the towel. "I...? I said I was done cleaning up. We could head to bed now."
He let out a sigh of relief. "Oh. Okay..."
I was twirling slightly, feeling the hem of his grey shirt on my thigh. His shirt feels so nice on my skin. It smells like him, too.
Out of habit, he took of his shirt before lying down in bed. After all these years, he still found it uncomfortable sleeping with a shirt on. I blushed furiously, thankful that the room was already dim. I laid down beside him and rested my head on his bare chest. His arms held me tightly.
"What's wrong?" he asked me, his lips against my ear making me shiver.
"What do you mean?" I asked him, pulling him close. He's so warm.
He remained silent that I decided to look up at him. It was dark so I couldn't see his expression.
"Hey... What's going on?" I asked, worried.
His arms grew tighter around my body. "Why do I feel like you're going to leave again?"
My heart skipped a beat, his words making my chest hurt. I don't understand what he was saying but knowing Dan, he might have a better look at things more that I do.
"Where'd you get that idea?" I asked him, my voice cracking.
"I don't know. There's just this look that you have that's the same as before." he said sadly.
If anyone asks me why I love Dan, it was because of this. He sees me more than I see myself and I understand how painful that could be.