The Pajama Fic: Part 6
*Okay so i couldn’t sleep so i wrote the next chapter. It’s a bit short but I wanted to leave it there and write another short chapter soon. thanks.*
“Let’s get going then.” You say rolling out of bed.
You shower first and then flounder around the room as Dan gets ready in the ensuite. When he comes out to find you still standing in your towel he tilts his head quizzically.
“Well all I have are my clothes from last night.” You say, picking up your tank top off the floor. “And I think this has somehow been soaked in…Malibu?” you wrinkle your nose as you pick up the distinctive coconut smell coming from the t-shirt. “Although I’m not totally sure how.”. Dan lets out a dimply laugh.
“I guess that had nothing to do with how tipsy you were when you turned up at my room last night?” He says sarcastically. You death stare him as he laughs at you and begin search the room for the pajama shorts that you had arrived in.
“And anyway I honestly can’t find my shorts anywhere…where did you throw them this morning?”
“Um I have no idea.” he said, beginning to scan the room with you. “Aha!” he exclaims, finding them wrapped up in the bed sheets. “Your shorts, me lady.” he says proffering them to you. You laugh a little, snatch them from him and pull them on. Dan turns around and rummages through the suitcase from which all his clothes still spilled (right next to the chest of draws he should probably put them in). Out of the mess he pulls a black t-shirt with white stars around the neck, considers it for a second and then passes it to you.
“Here, wear this one until we get to your room.”
“We?” You remark cheekily, giving Dan a suggestive wink. He laughs and walks over to you gently weaving his hands around your waist.
“Come on you.” He says in a light tone, beginning to push you towards the door. “People are probably starting to wake up and will notice if you come out from my room.” You turn around to leave and he kisses you on the back of the neck, snuggling for a moment in your hair and smile contentedly to yourself. As you begin walking down the corridor you here him laugh from behind you.
“I just realised…” He says as you turn back to him. “…my t-shirt is so long it covers your shorts and looks like you’re not wearing anything else!” You glance down and notice that you’re swamped by Dan’s large t-shirt and instantly blush, tugging a little at the hem to lower it. “No, no, you look super cute.” He says stopping you from adjusting the t-shirt any more. “And anyway I think you look sexy sexy in black.” You scoff a little as his flirtiness and begin walking backwards down to corridor so you can remain talking to Dan.
“Well I just hope nobody else sees me like this then. I know Tyler is up but…” But you don’t finish you sentence as you have just reached the entrance to the breakfast room and turn around to see literally the whole house of youtubers staring at you over bowls of FrootLoops, Cap’n Crunch and a bunch of other American treats and hangover cures. You clap your hands to your mouth in embarrassment as Dan lets out a hilariously loud laugh at your blunder. Tyler and Troye are clutching each other in the sheer joy at seeing you in what appears to be nothing but Dan’s t-shirt, whilst Connor had a forgotten spoon of cereal halfway to his mouth which he seemed to have forgotten due to your sudden and very dramatic appearance. A chorus of ‘oooh’ could be heard from pretty much everyone around the room.
“And what do you two have to say for yourselves?” asked Louise in the most motherly voice she could manage without laughing.
“…I didn’t realise you were there…” Is all you manage to make out in form of a reply as everyone laughs and digs merrily back into their cereals, delighted at the mornings entertainment.
“Nice pants.” Says Joey in a tone dripping with sarcasm and you look down to realise again that you appear not to be wearing any. Your face turns an even darker shade of scarlet.
“I’m going to go put on some trousers.” You say in a defeated tone, knowing there was nothing you could say to stop them now. A chorus of ‘that’s what you should have thought last night’ and ‘that’s what she said’ could be heard as you leave to find your room. You get a few steps out the door before Dan grabs your arm.
“Shall I come with you.” he says in a suspiciously nonchalant tone.
“Um..why”. But then you catch on. “Oh my God no you have to go back in there!” you insist, realising Dan’s attempt at avoiding the situation. He whines in response and gives himself several double chins to show his anxiety.
“Don’t make me go back in alone!” he pleads.
“Haha Oh my God Dan you have too!” you shove him back in the room and watch as he gives you a death stare and then resigns himself to his fate. You see his shoulders rise and fall in a resigned sigh and he walks back into the room.
You come back fully dressed a few minutes later to find Dan sat at the breakfast bar, surrounded by Tyler, Troye and Zoe who have obviously taken a keen interest in the gossip. he looks up at you as you enter and his eyes read something along the lines of ‘I’m dying, please come save me’.
“He’s so sweet on you!” Tyler exclaims delightedly, cupping his face in his hands and glancing between you both.
“It’s actually kind of sickening.” Adds Troye who is affectionately rubbing Tyler’s shoulder as if to alleviate his feels.
“Cute, cute, cute.” Adds Zoe in a high pitch voice, giving you a wink and then scampering over to squeeze you into a hug. You walk over to sit with Dan who is poking around at a bowl of fresh fruit salad but is really just desperately trying to avoid eye contact as his dimpled cheeks flush with the mention of his feeling for you. You smile at him as you have noticed it anyway and it makes your stomach swirl with happiness and feelings.
“I’ve never had FrootLoops before.” You say, pointing at the box across from you, bravely attempting to change the topic. Surprisingly it works.
“What?!” You hear shouted from every American youtuber in the room as the box is thrust enthusiastically into your hands. You catch Dan’s smile out of the corner of your eye and recognise it as a silent thank you, knowing talking about his feel is was tough for him. You smile as several people enthusiastically pour you too much cereal.
You’re going to make today a good day, you decide.