i love seeing his glasses sitting on the table

MM: Good day, Rough night

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“Do you want more tea?” I asked as I skimmed through my tablet.

“Uh uh…” He replied as he scribbled in his journal. I picked up the remote and flipped to the next episode of the show we were watching on Netflix. I caught a glimpse of him in the corner of my eye. Taking a break from reading my article. I placed my tablet on the table and took off my glasses.

Watching him so deep in thought, sitting up against our headboard, his hair in his bun, his fingers gripping his journal tight in one hand, the other writing frantically, I was glad he was inspired. Me reading up on trend reports, him exploding with thoughts that couldn’t be contained. I could see him thinking, feel him creating and I loved it. Harry’s mind working was probably as much as his body did. I slid closer to him, kissing his shoulder, before resting my chin on it.

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Dan Howell Imagine 1

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I woke up to the sound of my name being yelled from down the hallway. I picked my phone up from the table beside my bed. I squinted at the phone in the darkness. 3:07 a.m.

“Bloody hell Phil, what could you possibly want,?” I thought. Phil was my older brother. He was kind enough to let my live in his flat with him and his friend, Dan. I heard my name called again.
“Coming,” I called, as I reached for my glasses on the bedside table. I walked out of my room and down the hallway. I opened Phil’s door to see him strewn across his bed with the blankets a mess.
“What on earth is wrong with you? And at 3:00 in the morning,?” I asked.
“Um, you see. I’m not feeling all that well,” he said, sitting up on his bed.
“Phil, I love you dearly, but I also love sleep. You’re a grown man. Why couldn’t you go grab some medicine?” I asked
“Because I’m much too ill,” he said, throwing himself back down on his bed.
“Alright, don’t worry. I’ll help you,” I said.

As I walked passed Dan’s door, I thought I heard the faintest sound of my name. I opened his door a crack, and he said my name again.
“Why are you awake, love?” He asked. I forget to mention, Dan is not only Phil’s best friend, but also my boyfriend. Phil wasn’t too keen on the idea of us living together at first, but all is well now.
“I’m awake because Phil does not seem to be feeling well,” I told him.
“Oh. Something must be going around. I’m not feeling that well myself,” he said.
“Don’t worry, Dan. I’ll take care of you too,” I said. I kissed the top of his head before walking out the door.
“Don’t touch me. You’ll get sick,” I heard him say as I made my way to our small kitchen. I boiled some water to make them both tea, and went to find them the correct pills while I waited for the water. Once I had everything together, I headed back upstairs. I stopped in Dan’s room first because it was the first room I passed.
“Here, I made you some tea,” I said as I handed him the cup, “and take these.”
“Thank you,” he practically whispered. As I waited for him to take his medicine, Phil stumbled into the room and onto Dan’s bed.
“Phil, get out! You are both sick already. You don’t need to be sharing each other’s germs,” I said.
“That doesn’t even make any sense y/n. And why did you help him first. I’m you’re brother. And I called for help first,” he whined.
“His door was first. I didn’t want to carry his things when I could just drop them off. I was coming right to you,” I said.
“For me,?” He asked, taking the other cup of tea and remaining pills from my hands.
“Wow. You’re welcome, Phil,” I said.

“Y/n, will you lay down with me for a bit? I can’t fall asleep because I feel so yucky,” Dan asked.
“You know I love you, but I really don’t want to get sick,” I said.
“But you’re already here. You’ve already been exposed to the germs. Please,” he said.
“Alright fine. Move over,” I said, laying on the edge of his bed next to him.
“Oooh cuddles!” Phil yelled before crawling up next to us.
“It’s quite crowded in here,” I said.
“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you when you get sick,” Dan said.
“Good night best friend and lovely sister,” Phil said.
“Good night, Phil. Wake me if you need anything you two,” I said.