![]() “I didn’t want to wake you up so I came into the kitchen. “You’ve decided to start watching F1 too?” he said sarcastically. “Why are you up already, by the way?” Dan added. He could never stay mad at Phil for long. “Nevermind, it’s fine,” Dan said with a smirk on his face. It was still early and he had been daydreaming. “Huh, what?” said Phil as he looked up at Dan. ![]() “Why do you always leave the kitchen so messy? Is it that hard to close the bloody cupboards?” Dan lectured Phil as he dramatically slammed the cabinet doors closed. Every single time Phil did something in the kitchen, it looked like a hurricane had passed by. Dan glanced over the kitchen and let out a sigh as he saw that Phil (once again) had left some of the cupboards open. He walked into the kitchen to find his boyfriend Phil sitting on the counter, eating cereal. Lewis Hamilton is the only person that could get him out of bed at 6 am. Dan had gotten up extra early this Sunday because he didn’t want to miss the F1 race. It was a cold march day and Dan had just woken up. Warnings: please do not try any of the acts described in this fic at home - frickle frackleĭisclaimer: please do not repost or steal this work Author(s): undineundead and claraoswin-looks-at-thestars
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