A/N: ^^ me bc of this chapter ;-)

Dan's cold got passed down to you, as expected.

It wasn't as bad as what he had, but it was enough for you to not want to do anything productive. He stayed with you throughout all of it which you had no idea why, but you were thankful to have someone look after you since Louise went home for a few days to visit family.

Dan was making you soup while you were on the couch editing a video for him since he was known to procrastinate 99% of the time. You thought everything Dan did was hilarious that you didn't even want to edit anything out in the first place, but you knew he would probably never trust you with anything ever again so you had to resist.

"How's it coming?" Dan slipped under the blanket, snuggling beside you and resting his head on your shoulder.

"Fantastic, I'm leaving in the bit where you start singing that Nick Jonas song though and adding a bunch of 'hey buddy you in London?' memes." His eyes immediately grew wide.

"No, no please don't I've gone through enough psychological trauma!" He whined, reaching for his laptop.

"Dan will you stop pestering me and trust me it's going to be funny, they'll love it." You insisted, slapping his arms away.

"I'm filing a bully complaint." Dan started rubbing his temples in exaggeration.

"Just, go focus on the soup." You waved him off, accidentally hitting him in the face. He huffed, trudging over to the kitchen.

"At least this soup hasn't made me feel like I lost all of my dignity!" He cried out, causing you to laugh like an idiot. Even when you were ill Dan never failed to put a smile on your face.

"That would make a great fanfiction, I'll get on that." You pointed out, snapping your fingers at him. He nearly choked on his soup from laughing, dumping what was left down the drain.

"This is why we can't have nice things." He chortled, eyes crinkling from laughing so much. You watched him fondly, giggling to yourself quietly.

"I'm done editing!" You sung, ushering him over and patting the seat beside you.

"I will never comprehend how you do this so briskly, I think I might just make you my permanent editor." You looked over to Dan who seemed appalled, a pleased look on your face.

"Ha, you wish. I'm pricey." He jabbed you in the side and you yelped.

"Was it really necessary to put 'Editing Courteous of Y/F/N' at the end of the video?" He turned to you with an unamused expression, you just smiling gleefully and nodding.

"If you want me to do this regularly, yes." He turned to you, eyes glistening.

"You're actually considering it?"

"Hell no, what am I now your slave?!" You shoved him, laughing.

"Well when you put it that way." He licked his lips and bit back a smile, eyebrows risen.

That really hurt my feelings you asshole how dare you.

"Look, I know you're going through a rough period in your life right now with all of those hormones and such, but you don't have to take it out on me." You teased, trying to seem as unaffected by his words as possible but you were positive you forgot how to breathe right then and there.

"Y/N?" He had a look of satisfaction on his face, gradually leaning in towards you.

Don't fall for this Y/N, you know better.

"W-What?" You stammered, ignoring what you were trying to tell yourself. It was hard to do so when he was millimeters away from your face. He simply leaned his forehead against yours.

"You're blushing." Of course that only made your blush deepen.

Before you could defend yourself, his phone rang.

Dan scrambled to get his phone, raising a finger towards you.

No, you were absolutely not continuing this conversation he better put that finger down now.

"Oh, shit! That's today? Yeah-Yeah I'll be there in 10 Phil I'm so sorry." He chuckled and messed with his hair, hanging up.

"Apparently I have a meeting to attend and Phil thought it would be a good idea to tell me this 20 minutes before it starts." He faked his enthusiasm, clapping his hands. You laughed, getting up to walk him out.

"I'll come check in on you tonight, alright?" He wrapped his arms around you briefly before smiling faintly.

"Why is this so much more emotional than it should be?" You poked your lip out as he laughed brightly.

"It's sad to say, but we've become inseparable." He let out an exasperated sigh before waving and disappearing down the hallway.

You spent the rest of your afternoon curled up watching your favorite movie and sipping on a tea, hoping this cold would pass by soon because without Dan to keep you occupied you were fatigued. You quickly became bored and decided to scroll through your phone for awhile, smiling uncontrollably once you saw PJ's name pop up on your screen.

pj khaled; are you busy? i miss youuu

you; dan gave me his bloody cold so that might be an issue ugh

pj khaled; i don't mind ;) be there in a bit x

The smile still hasn't left your face as you scurried to your room to change and tidy up a little, you didn't know what came over you, but you had the sudden urge to make everything perfect.

It was only PJ though, why did it matter?

Oh probably because you had to go and like him too.

What a great situation you were in.

After you were done absentmindedly fiddling with your hair for the fifth time, you heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Your voice echoed throughout the flat, wiping your hands on your jeans from sweating.

PJ's curly head poked through the door while holding up a bottle of wine and wiggling his eyebrows, laughter immediately filling the air. You could already predict something was going to happen tonight, you didn't know what but you couldn't decide if it was going to be good or bad.

"You are the epitome of a cliché, PJ." You brought him into an embrace as you inhaled a hint of cologne, something PJ has never worn around you before. 

"I know you're sick, but I thought we could let loose a little tonight." He winked, walking over towards your kitchen to pull out some glasses.

"You've read my mind." You leaned across the island with a smirk, growing confident. He seemed to notice this as he set the glasses down rather roughly, seeming a bit flustered, but tried to play it off with a smile and filled the glasses.

"Cheers to a fun night." He spoke in a posh accent, adjusting his imaginary tie and clinking your glass.

A few glasses of wine later, you and PJ were laying on the living room floor, listening to some music he wanted to get you into. You talked about everything and laughed until you couldn't breathe, but mostly you flirted.

"Have I ever told you that you're literally the only human I don't get sick of?" PJ hiccupped, humming along to whatever song he was playing. PJ was very passionate about so many things and you adored that about him.

"I don't know, but say it again it's flattering." You giggled, turning to face him as he did the same.

Your eyes were soon fixed on his bright ones, staring at one another admiringly.

"You blinked." He smiled childishly, laughing.

You scoffed and punched him in the arm playfully, laughing along with him as he sat up.

"I need to confess something." His voice was seeping with uneasiness, causing you to abruptly sit up.

"Go ahead." You were alert, but frowned once you noticed how apprehensive he was. You grabbed ahold of his hand to comfort him. He smiled, his thumb brushing over yours.

"I think I'm falling in love with you."

What?

The words made your stomach dip, PJ was falling in love with you? Did you feel the same way about him? You definitely liked him, but then there was Dan.

Dan.

How would he react to this?

You just gaped at PJ, simply tongue tied. You couldn't wrap your head around any of this, and you had no idea how to respond to him.

Before you knew it, you were kissing him.

It quickly became heated as you crawled on top of him, kissing him passionately. His arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you closer, the both of you smiling through it. Kissing PJ felt so wrong yet so right, and you were so engrossed in it you barely heard bags drop.

You pulled apart and turned to where the noise came from, a wave of nausea overtaking you.

You've never seen Dan look so devastated and heartbroken in his life.