"You can take a seat right here if you'd like!" Phil said with a smile, gesturing to the corner of the sofa. You, still internally screaming about your new acquaintance, sat directly where Phil assigned you.

"The chairs are magically coloured," AnneRose muttered under her breath, "Phil, do you have anything to drink here?" She then asked, flopping down next to you. Phil looked over at you and AnneRose, and then to Dan.

"Do you guys like wine?" Dan questioned, then got punched in the arm by Phil. You spoke up, "I a-actually  w-would like s-some if you please?" Dan smiled, and rushed himself into the kitchen. You glanced over and saw the familiar glass doors.

Phil scowled at Dan and then promptly asked, "Coffee?" AnneRose nodded and then asked for milk and sugar. Phil then suggested for her to come in a help her make it. And now you were by yourself in Dan and Phil's apartment.

Okey Dokey, you thought, I'm sitting here. You decided it may be best to search your surroundings. When you did so; and realized again you were in the very home of Dan Howell and Phil Lester. You screamed into your sweater sleeve; causing a distraction from the kitchen.

"Y/N!" Dan exclaimed, running into the room. Phil followed along with Anne Rose. "We heard a scream, are you okay?" Phil asked, sitting down next to you. He gave Anne Rose her coffee, and sipped from his own mug. Anne Rose stood in front of you, crouching down with her hand on your shoulder. "What's wrong, sugar?"

You smiled, and shook your head. "I'm fine," you insured. AnneRose smiled and agreed that you were in top shape. Phil laughed, and soon the room regained its joyful chatter. Phil turned on the fire and found some blankets, then snuggled beneath the blanket with AnneRose as they sipped their coffee.

Dan however; standing in the corner holding the two wine glasses, didn't believe a single thing you said about being fine.