Sorry it is kind of late but I have exams and things and If you've ever been to my page you'd see that I have three full on chapter fics going on at the moment, so yeah. Thanks again to ElzyPhangirl, NeverlandNat and witbeyondmeasureXOX for reviewing! Here we go:
Night
I lie awake in my bed, the cold winds howling outside and the warm sheets encompassing me. I stare intently at the small crack of light seeping under the door, as soon as the light flickers out, I can go, I think. As soon as the light turns to dark, I will know that Cat is asleep, and then I can fall into Dan's arms. Staring at the door isn't going to make it go away, I remind myself and so I keep busy by thinking about all that had happened today, a ghost of a smile shimmering on my lips. I remember the sly glances, corner kisses, dissaproving tuts, obvious stares, adrenaline rushes and sweet treats all in one bundle of a memory; of a great day.
I am so wrapped up in my thoughts that when the light finally goes out with a click, I whip my head round, checking if that was really what I thought it was. I begin to slowly inch myself out of bed. Cautious of the squeaking floorboards, I rise, my bare feet cold against the wooden floor. Shivering, I pull Dan's hoodie out from where it is hidden under my bed and pull it over my head, almost like a taster of what's about to come, a teaser of the real Dan.
Slowly, and with my muscles clenched with nerves and apprehension, I open the door. To my relief, no squeaking sound erupts; I am safe. The hallway is pitch black and I fumble around in the dark, trying to figure out where the wall is, to give myself some bearing. Suddenly, I crash into something very hard and looking up I see a shadow of a man. I scream, the sheer sound of shock and terror erupting from my lips before a firm hand plasters itself over my mouth. I squirm, desperately trying to get free. "It's me, you idiot." says the low and smoky tones of a very familiar voice indeed. Dan. "Uh-oh." I say "Did we wake her?" I say, glancing in the general direction of Dan's room, where Cat was staying. "I don't know." Dan says and we stay frozen in position, Dan's hand still tentatively placed upon my shoulder. We hold our breaths for the next few minutes but we hear no signs of stirring and so Dan grabs me by the hand, pulling me down the corridor.
Dan flicks a small lamp on as I follow him into the room, swinging the door firmly shut behind me. I sit down on the bed next to Dan, accidenly catching his ankle with my foot as I sit down. He flinches. "Your feet are freezing!" he exclaims, "Here." he says, gestering for me to put my foot on his lap. Much like a mother would to a child, he begins rubbing my feet back and forth and slowly the ice cold goes away to be replced with something close to warm.
I hug my knees, drawing them close to my chest as I lie my head on Dan's shoulder, just glad that we don't have to hide. That we can have this moment to ourselves. Dan turns his head, kissing me on the cheek gently before moving to my lips. Before I know it, we are curled up together, his body arched around mine, the kiss deepening. Dan is moving his hand to the first button of my shirt when we hear an audible knock on the door, followed by a whispered "Dan" in Cat's american drawl. We look at each other, panic growing larger in our eyes. "Get under the bed." Dan whispers to me and I jump up, crouching behind the bed before swinging myself underneath it in one fluid motion, hoping that the draping covers at the other side conceal my hiding place. Through the muffled sheets I vaguely hear Dan shout "Coming!" followed by the sound of the door swinging on it's hinges.
My stomach is jumping around with nerves, what will she do if she sees me? What will I? It is way past butterflies, more like butterfly lions rampaging around my small intestine. "Have you got any paracetamol? Sorry, I know it's late." I hear Cat say, in an apolygetic tone. "Yeah, I think so, top cupboard, let me show you." says Dan and I hear his footsteps plod down the hall.
What do I do now? I think as my back begins to ache from being so crumpled. I shuffle out from under the bed, cracking my back as I stand up. I quickly dart over to the chipped white door, shutting it and diving back into the bed, covering myself with Dan's duvet. I hear the tinkle of conversation from the kitchen, followed by the switching off of lights and the tiptoes of footsteps. "Goodnight!" I hear Cat call to which Dan replies, before climbing back into bed with me; our own little paradise.
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