Dan and Phil imagines

Oneshot! Kiss the cook! Phil!

Dan wasn't home for the weekend, which left the flat free for me and my boyfriend Phil. We could do whatever we wanted to, if you know what I mean.

"Phil!" I stuck my head at his door, and he looked up from the laptop to me. "Wanna bake?"

"I thought you'd never ask" He joked, closing the computer and jumping on his feet.

"I need to get changed, though. I don't want to get these clothes dirty" I mumbled just as he was coming out of his room.

"Alright, I'll just gather the ingredients and tools" He smiled at me with his adorable little grin. "What are we cooking?"

"Cupcakes?" I suggested, since it was what I was craving the most.

"Cupcakes" He nodded, giving me a kiss in the cheek before he hurried towards the kitchen.

*

When I joined Phil in the kitchen, everything was already set up for the baking. I noticed music was playing, and I smiled wide when I noticed it was Muse. Of course.

I knew the song playing at that moment, but I couldn't quite put my finger on its name.

"Are you ready?" Phil asked me, but I held a finger up.

"I need to tie my hair back first" I drove my hands to the back of my neck, where I started gathering all my long hair, but my boyfriend was faster than me.

"Can I braid your hair, please?" Phil adorably asked me.

"Do you even know how to, Phil?" I giggled, allowing him to place his hands around my mane.

"Kind of" He mumbled, his sweet but clumsy fingers brushing against the skin on my neck as he braided.

My shoulders shook with laughter as I silently giggled. I couldn't help it as I pictured the result of Phil's braid.

"What are you laughing at?" He chuckled, carefully sliding his fingers through my hair.

I finally realized the Muse song playing was Mercy. I loved that song so much.

"Nothing" I gave him a hair band as I noticed him finishing and he took it.

"Voila!" Phil triumphantly exclaimed once he put it around the end of the braid.

I brought the braid over my shoulder and looked at it. It actually wasn't so bad even if it was a little messy and wonky.

"Not bad" My eyes casually landed on the counter, where Phil had gathered the flour, sugar, butter and all the other ingredients.

"Let's get it started then" He picked up a bowl and a few of the other things.

"Are we following a Delia Smith cupcake recipe?" I questioned him, ready to scold him if it wasn't the case.

"Of course!"

I smiled at him and started singing along with Resistance as it began playing after Mercy.

"Love is a resistaaance" I sang, washing my hands before we cooked.

I caught Phil smiling to himself as soon as I began passionately singing Muse.

We began mixing the dry ingredients as we danced and sang to the music.

*

A while later, I was left alone in the kitchen mixing the last of the ingredients.

Phil went to his room because his phone was ringing, so I told him I'd finish while he came back.

"Everything about you here is eeeeasy to loooove" I sang at the top of my lungs, tapping my foot rhythmically as I stirred the content of the bowl. Bliss was playing in Phil's laptop, it was one of my favourite songs by Muse.