I'm going to Interactive Introverts but I didn't get VIP, Imma try for Melbourne when that gets released :(

Your POV

You lay peacefully asleep in bed. You don't toss and you don't turn...not like before. You breathe slowly, in and out...in and out... You don't stir, you don't make a noise. The morning light of London carefully seeps through the window, casting light shadows of the filming equipment. Your dreams good, focusing on the niceness of the two men and the crazy events that took place. Speaking of Dan and Phil, Dan's arms are still wrapped loosely around your waist, his head still buried into your neck. What were you – a friend in need of comfort...of course...yeah. But little known to each other, you meant much more to one another. Despite it only been two days, and not to sound cringy, but you would have to admit there was some kind of unknown connection between the two of you. One lasting a life time.

You begin to stir and your eyes slowly slide open, the soft light filling your senses. It took all of you not to move as you felt a stranger behind you...where am I?! Slowly, after darting your eyes around the room you remember and sigh in relief, that the stranger was no stranger and was in fact the Daniel Howell. You smile giddishly to yourself, the strange rarely felt butterfly feeling in your stomach twisted inside you. His body warms yours nicely and you never want to move from this position. If only you could stay there forever.

"Good morning." You slightly jump as the soft whisper surprises you from behind. "Feeling any better?"

"Yeah." You roll onto your back and he retracts his arms. You peer over at the giant and smile. "Umm...Dan?" He glances at you.

"Hmm?"

"Thanks, for last night. I slept really well afterwards."

"That's good to hear...So did I." He turns and smiles sweetly. You stay there for a moment staring into each other's beautiful eyes. Dan's cheeks become a faint tinge of red. He shakes it off and sits up. "I'll umm... I'll let you get changed." He quickly walks to the door and you eye off his shirtless body. "I'll make breakfast." He closes the door behind him and you hear him thudding down the stairs. You sigh and hold your hands to your heart, you feel it beating fast and heavily. D-Does he like me? No-No way...well...whatever. You get out of bed and get changed thinking about the brown-haired boy.

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One week Later

You and Phil laze around in the lounge room watching an episode of Doctor Who/Stranger Things. Dan had gone out to film a collab with Louise and then is meeting an old family friend afterwards. "(Y/N)?" Phil starts.

"Yeah, Phil?"

"You're really cool you know."

"Really, thanks!" You smile up at the raven-haired man.

"And you know who else thinks you're pretty cool?"

"Who?" You ask dumbly even though you already know the obvious answer. He never answers your question. He turns to you with a more serious expression on his face but then all of a sudden becomes childish like and says...

"You like him, don't you?" Though not really a question, more of a statement. Your cheeks heat up and you look down at your fiddling fingers. "Don't you?" He nudges you with his elbow earning a nervous chuckle from you.

"No." You say inaudibly.

"Yess..." He nods his head as if trying to answer the question for you.

"Shut up." You say light heatedly brushing him off.

"Ah-hah! I knew it!" He exclaims.

"Yeah, yeah, say it louder. I'm sure the whole of London can't hear you." He smiles but his face returns to the serious expression from before and he looks back at the television.

"You know (Y/N), he likes you."

"Heh, go away. Never in a million years." You exaggerate.

"No (Y/N). I'm being serious." Your smile fades and you look at him dead-set in the eyes.

"Y-You are..." He nods.
"But it's only been just over a week? How-" He cuts you off.

"You know on the internet. On YouTube that is, how when you watch someone's videos within a few days and then it feels like you have known them for years?"

"Yeah...so you're saying?"

"Exactly what I'm saying." There's a silence between the two of you for a few minutes.

"So, he likes me?" You smile to yourself.

"Yes (Y/N)! Yes, you finally got it." He lightly punches your arm and you both begin to laugh.

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Three more weeks pass, living with Dan and Phil had become easier and you had become quite close with both of the two men. Except closer to one in another way – and boy did Phil know. They were kind enough to show you around London and Dan would ALWAYS cook dinner for the three of you. You had no texts from Alroy, no texts from family or friends. You had made a YouTube video – and done a collaboration with Dan and Phil which insanely boosted your subscriber count. 168 000. You weren't in it for that, not at all, you despised people who used others for views. Every now and then Dan and you would bump into each other in the hallway, stopping and staring momentarily before apologising and making your way to your destination. To both your knowledge at this point you were crushing on each other, and Phil was always being told the inside stories. He was like that – easy to talk to...a good friend. Everything was good, especially sleep and knowing that you were safe until...

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The air is forced out of your chest as it pushes you flying backwards off the edge of the building. You fall...and fall...silent screams...wind...pavement...closer...and closer...until finally...

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The dream returned...but no screaming this time. You shoot up on the pull-out couch in the gaming room which you have now lived in for about a month. Your heart races and you feel sick. "Just a bad dream..." You whisper quietly to yourself. "Just go back to sleep, it's not real." Slowly you lower yourself and attempt to sleep again...but no luck. "Dammit!" You say a bit louder this time. The fear of been alone with your imagination scares you, you tremble. It gets too much and you begin to panic. "Nothing can hurt me...nothing can hurt me..." You repeat over and over hushed. It has no effect. Without thinking you stand up and pull open the door-panic does that to people. Tip-toeing down the stairs you walk through the hallway towards the bedrooms. Your first instinct is to go to Dan. You gulp and carefully turn the knob on Dan's door. You open it slightly and peer through the crack. The room is swallowed in darkness except for the light from a computer screen hitting the face of a rather awake man. He looks towards you.

"(Y/N)? Are you okay?" You open the door more and step into the room.

"Yeah...no..."

"What's wrong?" He asks concerned.

"Well...that dream from four weeks ago came back...and I'm afraid to sleep by myself, so I was thinking maybe..."

"Of course (Y/N). Come here." He pulls away the covers and pats the spot next to him.

"Thanks Dan." You slide into the bed and feel and arm snake around your shoulders. You rest your head on his shoulder...friendly of course. "Watcha doing?"

"Answering emails."

"Fun." You say monotonously. He finishes typing and closes his computer lid leaving you two surrounded in darkness. You can faintly see his face from the street lamps outside. You stay there in silence for a while before you open your mouth to speak.

"(Y/N)-"

"Dan-" You cut each other off.

"Umm...you go first."

"No, Dan. Please." He sighs in response.

"(Y/N) – " You bite your lip. "How about we say it at the same time." He suggests. You both know what you are going to say, it's been a long time coming. You nod your head in agreement.

"Okay."

"3..." Your heart races.

"2..." Your palms become sweaty.

"1..." You tremble

...

"I like you..." You both say in unison. Silence a

"Phew, that'd be really awkward if you didn't say that." He chuckles, you can see his dimples in the light, obviously forming a smile.

"Wait – you knew."

"Yeah, Phil's my inside man." He jokes.

"That little –"

"Ha-ha, it's okay (Y/N)." He pulls you closer to him. "I've actually been wanting to tell you for the past four weeks."

"Really?!"

"Yeah, remember how I stood in the doorway and I was about to tell you something but then I never did?"

"Yeah..."

"Yeah..." He replies. Slowly he leans over and kisses the top of your head. "Umm...yeah, you should get some sleep, okay?" You nod smiling. Your brain freaking out, all it can think is. Wait, what the f- Your cheeks heat up and your heart can't stop pounding and your smile won't fade, and neither will his. He pulls the covers up closer to the both of you. He snuggles up to you. "I feel like there's a big weight off my chest now."

"Same." Your heart beats...and beats...and beats...until you both drift off to sleep. Arms around your waist, bodies snuggled up close together, head buried in his neck. Everything is perfect. You love him and he loves you.