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DAN'S P.O.V
I woke up at around 10 o'clock to a soft thud on my door, and then three quiet knocks.
I swallowed, my eyes widening. My heart started thudding like a running horse.
I'll admit it, I've got a gigantic, schoolgirl crush on my flatmate. I've known him for six years and I still have a crush on him. I have ever since we met in real life, and I still admire every tiny thing he does. Pathetic, I know. But I can't help it! He's just so- ARRGGGHH!
"Dan? Dan are you awake?" He opened the door a crack, letting himself in after seeing me hide, in an attempt to disappear under my duvet, due to my looking like a hobbit in the morning.
'Damn you, curly hair...' I thought to myself, groaning.
"No." I replied in a sleepy tone, clearly not wanting to be a grownup.
"Dan, do you want cereal?" He asked, standing fully in my room now.
I'm surprised he couldn't hear my heart thudding from the doorway.
"Sure. What cereal do we have?" I asked, rubbing the sleep from the corners of my eyes.
"Ahh- Hm... Hold on." Phil said, and he padded off to the kitchen. "Ah, Lucky Charms, and Shreddies." He yelled from the kitchen.
"Okay, uhm... Lucky Charms it is." I replied, sitting on my bed and stretching.
I got up and grabbed a tee-shirt, just an old one that I could wear around the house until I got dressed in proper clothes.
I attempted to fix my hair as much as I could without straightening it, the damn curly mess. But, of course, I'm a hobbit, and I cannot tame it without straightening it.
I walked into the kitchen and found Phil, with two bowls of freshly made cereal, and I took the bowl of Lucky Charms.
We sat down in the lounge and began watching the British Bake-Off, Phil laughing at some of the chef's mistakes and quotes.
But, as you can guess, I wasn't watching the television.
He has the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, you know that? They're like little oceans you wish you could swim in. I love his laugh, too. I love everything about him, you name it, I love it. Hell, I even love him when we're arguing.
Problem is, I don't think he has any idea that any of these feelings exist.
In his little world, our friendship is as platonic as can be. He has no idea how much I admire him, or how proud of him I am, or how beautiful he really is. He has no clue.
And poor me, I'm left in the dark.
I wanna know everything about him.
I wanna know what he thinks about first in the morning, right when he wakes up, when the morning light hits his pale face.
I wanna know what the last thing he thinks of before going to sleep is, and everything inbetween.
I wanna know what got him to start making YouTube videos, that first thought, the first, 'Yeah, that sounds fun!'
I wanna know what he thinks of America, his true thoughts, I want to know how many children he wants, and when he thinks he will get a pet, and how to make his day the best it can possibly be.
I want to hug him when he's sad, kiss his forehead, and put his head in the crook of my neck, tell him it's gonna be alright and kiss him like there's no world around us, I want it all.
But I can't have it.