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Phil had explained that he needed to go back to editing his new video after the 'snack break' he'd had, which was when we arrived. He'd make a cheeky joke about us 'needing some time alone', and we'd both given him iron glares. Once he'd retreated into his bedroom, leaving us alone, Dan asked if I wanted to watch a movie and I agreed. So we ended up sitting awkwardly on the sofa together watching Ted and laughing with full mouths of popcorn, which of course made our laughs sound extremely retarded.

"Shut up!" I heard Phil yell from his bedroom, and Dan and I looked at each other guiltily before deciding that we were going to continue simply for the sake of annoying Phil.

We'd had a few more threats from Phil along the lines of 'I'll touch your neck!' (which Dan yelled 'NOOO' in return, he hated when people touched his neck apparently), or that he'll cut off his head and hang it on his bedroom wall as a display.

Ted was almost finished, and due to the darkened room we couldn't see each other very well. After a while we didn't realise how close to each other we were getting. We were so absorbed in watching the movie and laughing our heads off that both of us didn't realise my hand rested on his inner thigh, and his was on my knee. Our shoulders were touching, and only then did I realise what an awkward position we were in.

I was actually comfortable so I chose to ignore it, and Dan didn't seem to notice or care either. It was actually starting to get dark outside which naturally made our eyelids flicker and try and convince us to close them. We ended up lying back on the sofa, stifling yawns whilst my hand stayed put and his ended up round my waist. My head rested on his shoulder as the credits rolled across the screen.

Only when Dan switched off the TV did he realise how he had subconsciously moved quite close to me. It was only about half five in the afternoon yet I felt knackered. I'd been out shopping with my friends since ten in the morning, then I had to go through the trauma of getting lost, then getting rescued by Dan, then coming back here and having my friends screaming and fangirling in my ear. And we'd spent the rest of the afternoon watching a movie. I had every right to be tired; it had been a long day.

Yet I didn't make any effort to move: my head was rather comfortable on his shoulder and having his warm body so close to mine was a nice feeling. I hadn't had a guy this close to me since ages ago, I never thought I was that attractive and hadn't had that many boyfriends on the scale of things. But no, he wasn't my boyfriend, was he? We'd been on one date; if you'd call it a date.

Giving my brain the 'what the hell just do it' signal, I let my eyelids flicker shut and my grip tighten on his leg. I wanted him to stay next to me. And he didn't seem to protest, so I thought he didn't mind all that much.

I groaned in disapproval when I heard the lights in the room being turned on. Phil must've finished editing his video. And it might be a bit awkward when he sees us in this position; but I don't really care all that much at the moment.

"Aww Dan, has she fallen asleep on you?" Phil cooed, wandering over to the kitchen and searching the cupboards. "How romantic."

"Phil, shut up," Dan said. "You can get the dinner, I can't be bothered."

"No you can, I've just spent the last few hours editing my video, and what have you been doing? Sitting on your lazy arse watching a movie. So get up and make the dinner, lazy bones. You might even impress your girl with your cooking if you're lucky."

Dan shot him a glare. "I don't want to wake her up."

"Oooh is that the reason? You want to let your girlfriend cuddle up to you?"

"Oh fuck, fine." I realised that he didn't say anything to deny me being called his girlfriend. I didn't complain.

Sighing he gently placed a sofa cushion behind my head and draped a blanket over my body. The thing he did next surprised me; he placed a kiss on my forehead, and I could feel his lips curl into a smile against my skin. Then I heard him walk away, and I don't remember anything else because I drifted off to sleep.

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"Natasha! Wake up, I've got some dinner ready."

Letting out a long groan, I stretched out my arms and legs and realised that I'd fallen asleep on the sofa. I had a blanket covering me and a sofa cushion to rest my head on. I felt rather comfortable here. I didn't want to move.

Reaching into my pocket I pulled out my phone and checked for new messages. There was one from Rose that was unread.

When are you coming back? Lydia and Cat have gone home, so I'll be left alone :(

Awkwardly biting my lip I looked up to find Dan placing bowls of pasta onto the table.

"You do like pasta, don't you?" he asked me. I nodded.

"So I'm staying then?"

"If you want to."

He'd already made me some food, so it would be out of order to say no. "Of course I'll stay. I'll text Rose."

Staying for dinner, might bbl, not sure. Don't be too jealous :P

Chuckling at my evil tendencies I hit send and returned my phone back to its rightful place in my pocket. I reluctantly climbed off the sofa, stretching my stiff limbs and checking my hair was straight using my reflection in the window.

Dan and Phil were already at the table waiting for me to join them, chatting about some video, probably the one that Phil was just editing but I wasn't completely sure. I walked over but Dan leapt out of his seat and pulled the chair out for me. I gave him a cute smile and muttered 'thank you', but I still couldn't ignore Phil's amused chuckle as I sat down.

"So, what's this video you were talking about?" I asked, munching on some pasta. It tasted delicious. Dan was an excellent cook.

"Oh, just the one that Phil was editing," Dan explained through a mouthful of food. "He was talking about the reasons why he was a strange kid. Which hasn't changed, he's still just as strange now."

Phil gave him a warning look, and I giggled. These two were so funny when they had petty arguments.

"I'm not strange now! Well I sort of am, but not as strange as I was back then."

"He has an obsession over lions."

"At least I don't obsess over llamas and have fans that send me tampons with your face stuck on them, or a squishy alien in a tub full of goo!"

"Ladies," I chuckled sarcastically. "Calm down."

"Sorry," Dan said downheartedly, it was obvious he fancied me otherwise he wouldn't be this awkward around me.

I leaned over and gave him a hug. "It's OK, I find it funny. You two argue like brothers sometimes."

He chuckled and leaned into the hug, wrapping his own arms around me. It was so perfect I didn't want it to ever end.

Phil awkwardly sat there, then noisily cleared his throat, immediately looking back down to his bowl of pasta as if he didn't do anything.

I quickly pecked Dan's cheek and continued eating my pasta, oblivious to his blush.

"Awkward silence," Phil mumbled.

"Yeah," I agreed, then tried to think of something to make conversation over. "This pasta is delicious. You're an excellent cook, Dan."

He smiled at the compliment. "Thanks, but I'm really not."

"Soo..." Phil said, finishing his dinner and taking a sip of water. "Do you have a YouTube channel, Natasha?"

"You really are, and I do, but I hardly ever use it. I made one video then decided I was rubbish at it and gave up. People like you must be naturals, but I really can't say random things to a camera and be interesting. I end up just rabbiting on about random nonsense."

"At first I was bad, then I got better," Dan smiled, pushing his empty bowl aside. "You just need to believe that you can do it. Maybe I could give you a few tips."

"Maybe," I said, "But I'm terrible at it. Rose is better; she has her own channel and makes a few videos. Coming to think about it I think Rose is probably better at a lot more things than I am."

"Stop being so harsh on yourself," Dan replied, placing his hand over mine. "You're beautiful, funny and friendly. Don't put yourself down."

Did he just call me beautiful? I might just have blushed a bit, I didn't know if he noticed.

"Thanks," I said with a nervous giggle. "So now we're all finished, what are we going to do?"

"How about a game of Mario Kart?" Phil asked, leaping up from his seat.

"Yeah, but you're doing to do the washing up. I cooked," Dan said, taking my hand and helping me up. He was such a gentleman.

"I guess I'll have to be on my own team," Phil sighed as he collected up the dirty plates and cutlery and put them in the sink for after the game.

"Yeah, you will," Dan replied, then leant over and whispered in my ear, "We'll thrash him."

I giggled, taking a seat on the sofa whilst Dan got the console ready. "I like Mario Kart. I think I'm OK, I've played it enough times."

"I bet you'll be brilliant," Dan beamed, passing me a controller before Phil came and joined us. "Phil, prepare to be thrashed."

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