Little drabble of what happened after their flight from Vancouver to Melbourne, which happened to be an exhausting 16 hours!
They rode up the lift in silence, Phil tapping vigorously on his phone while Dan had his back up against the wall opposite him. His eyes were heavy, and he could barely understand how Phil had any energy left to be able to keep typing away.
The lift dinged and Phil quickly walked off, his eyes not coming up from his phone, leaving Dan to trail the suitcases behind him. They walked in silence through a few hallways before Dan stopped in front of their room, pulling the keycard from their welcome bag and swiping it.
He pushed into the room first, taking their suitcases by the window so they were enough out of the way for them to get settled in. The door clicked behind Phil and buzzed to indicate it was locking.
Dan sighed heavily and went to the loo before coming back out and beginning to peel off his clothes. He felt like they were clinging to every inch of his skin, it felt suffocating.
Once he had tossed his shirt, socks, and trousers on top of their cases and was left in just his pants, he turned once again back to Phil, who hadn’t moved more than a few feet into the room and was now perched on the edge of the desk chair.
“What the hell is so important that you haven’t looked up from your bloody phone in over 10 minutes?”
Phil looked up, slightly startled. He blinked a few times like he was adjusting to real life, now that he was pulled away from his phone. “What?”
Phil slowly handed the phone over to Dan, who snatched it from his hands and walked across the room to put it into their carry-on bag.
Dan rolled his eyes as he zipped the bag shut and turned back to face him. “We just got off a fucking 16 hour flight, Phil. I’m exhausted. We have barely 3 days to fix our jeglag before our next show, and there’s no possible way I can get any sleep with you clickity-clacking over here on your damn cell!”
Phil slowly stood up, taking a step closer to Dan, who was visibly shaking, whether from anger or exhaustion, Phil couldn’t tell. Phil gave him the softest smile he could and reached out to grab his hip, gently rubbing his thumb over the divots of his hip bone. “I’m sorry. I really am, love.”
Dan tried to take a deep breath, but the exhaustion finally won over his emotions and he fell into Phil’s arms, clinging to him as a few tears slipped out.
“Let’s sleep, yeah? You go get comfy and I’ll wash up and join you.” He whispered into the soft lump of curls tucked into his neck.
Dan gave a weak nod and pulled away, wiping away his tears and going to pull back the heavy hotel duvet and climbing into bed. Phil went into the washroom and returned a few minutes later in just his pants. He slid into bed next to Dan and set his glasses on the nightstand before flicking off the lamp.
“Get some good shut-eye. When we get up, we’ll order room service and then I’m taking you to the beach.”
Dan snuggled into his chest and wrapped his arms around his middle, breathing him in deeply. Neither of them smelt great, but they did the best they could considering the length of their trip. “Will it be warm and lovely?” He asked into the darkness.
“Of course, an Australian beach is bound to be lovely.”
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