#comfrot

Chan's shoes are on the rack, he's home.

You slowly lower your bag to the kitchen table and approach your bedroom.

As you open the door, you see him slightly humped over his laptop, headphones on, focused until he heard the door open and lifted his gaze up.

You silently walk over, crawling on the sheets to rest your head on his thigh, looking at his laptop “what are you doing?”, you breathe out.

His fingers start automatically comb through your hair, as he answers “just thinking of ideas”

You hum, and let the familiar atmosphere take you in.

“I missed you…”

He slowly closed his laptop, taking a look at your face “are you okay?”

You don't answer, just sit up slightly, hugging him around his torso and soon you feel his arms wrapping around you.

“rough day?”, he murmurs and you can't help but let out a quiet sob “...fucking disaster… ”

He nods understandingly, while tightening his hold on you, whispering sweet things In your ear.

You continue to cry, sometimes letting out sobs, ruining his shirt with your tears.

But he just holds you through it, whispering, praising and loving you.

“shh…it’s okay, baby”

“I'm right here..”

“you're okay"

“Hey Phil, hurry up! I need a shower too you know.”

Phil flinched at the sound. It was Dan. Dan who, despite complaining about his image, actually had a desirable body. His legs were skinny, his stomach was practically flat, and his perfect gorgeous face could light up a room. But Dan loved Phil, so he must have felt the same way about him too, right?

When the black haired youtuber opened the door, he was met by an adorable sleepy Dan, who pushed past him muttering, “Finally.”

Feeling his stomach growl, Phil went upstairs to the kitchen so he could find something to eat for breakfast. He perked up at seeing a perfect unopened box of cereal (that belonged to Dan) sitting on the counter just begging to be eaten. He automatically reached for it before he felt a voice nagging in the back of his head.

Cereal was unhealthy, or at least this kind was. Perhaps he should start eating better, then at least he could feel better about his body. They currently didn’t have much for breakfast aside from cereal, but after some rummaging Phil finally found some apples. He sliced one up rather unevenly and went to sit in the lounge.

Masterchef was what appeared on the television, but he quickly changed the channel. The last thing he wanted to do was look at all of that delicious food right now, because this apple really wasn’t satisfying but he couldn’t get something else. People on diets always talked about portions. This wasn’t really dieting, but he at least wanted to do the whole portion thing.

Dan appeared not long later, coming back with wet curly hair and seeming in a much better mood now that he was more alert. He was holding a bowl of his cereal, looking a little suspicious as he sat down on the couch next to Phil.

“I’m surprised you didn’t break into my cereal,” He said, knee pressing into Phil’s. “God what are we watching? Switch it to Masterchef, that’s usually on around this time.”

Phil suppressed a sigh but did as he was told. Great, now he would start to feel hungry again. Dan’s bowl of cereal looked so inviting, so he willed himself to drown out the sound of the crunching and clatter of the spoon. To distract himself from both the cereal and the television, he pulled out his phone to check Twitter.

Dan eventually left, not before kissing Phil on the cheek, saying that he was going to finish editing his video since he’d procrastinated long enough. Phil immediately switched the tv off and got to his feet, a new idea forming. Why not go take a walk around London. His mother’s birthday was coming up, he could go to the shops and find her a present or something and get exercise too. It was perfect.

“I’m going out for a bit, going to try and find Mum a present,” Phil informed Dan, who was in the office, on his way to the front door.

Dan raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you usually order her something from online?”

“I guess I feel like getting some sunshine,” Phil said.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“No, that’s fine,” Phil shook his head. “You just finish editing that video, your viewers have waited long enough.”

“You’re right,” Dan agreed, looking mildly relieved to be able to avoid the outside world. “Don’t stay out too long, okay? And look both ways before crossing any streets.”

“I won’t,” Phil smiled, knowing that Dan hated being away from him for very long and always worried, especially after the near death incident after they’d first moved to London that he’d talked about in his ‘One Second’ video.

The outdoors was actually quite lovely, and Phil actually found himself enjoying the streets of London. He bought a fruit smoothie off of a street vender, slurping it happily as he looked through shop windows.

“Amazingphil!”

Phil turned around to see two teenage girls excitedly hurrying over to him. To be honest he hadn’t really wanted to run into anyone, but seeing people who actually seemed to admire him was nice.

He grinned. “Hello!”

“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe it’s really you!” One of the girls breathed. “Where’s Dan?”

Phil tried not to let his spirits drop. Of course they would want to know where Dan was, the two of them were practically one in the same to their “phandom”.

“He’s actually working on a video,” He explained, trying to ignore the feeling of his stomach dropping when he saw their disappointment.

“Oh...well, can we get a picture?”

Once that was taken care of, Phil didn’t feel like being out anymore. Without having bought any presents, he began the journey back home. Honestly he felt a headache forming, and his stomach was growling with the thought of lunchtime approaching.

When he got back, he was instantly comforted by Dan’s warm arms around him.

“Hello, love. Did you have a good time out?”

“Yeah, it was nice. Did you finish your video?”

“Yup, it’s uploading. Want to play some video games while we wait?” Dan asked as they made their way into the lounge.

Phil liked the sound of that. “Sure.”

They played about an hour of Mario Kart before Dan suggested lunch.

“I actually think I’m going to lie down for awhile,” Phil admitted. “My head sort of hurts, and I’m just...tired.”

Dan looked like he was about to protest, but Phil had already made it halfway to his room. He changed back into his cookie monster pajamas and curled up under his comforter, turning off his phone and shoving it under his pillow.

A few minutes later, his door creaked open. Phil kept his eyes closed, but felt the weight of the bed dip down. Dan laid beside him and curled his arm around Phil’s waist.

“What’s wrong baby?” Dan asked, and that just about did it.

“I just wish I was skinnier,” Phil muttered sadly. “I want to be good looking.”

Dan blinked before bursting into a fit of chuckles. This was just great, Phil should have expected for Dan to not take this seriously. With a silent huff, he rolled so that he was facing away from the younger boy.

“Phil,” Dan sighed in exasperation, forcibly grabbing Phil by the shoulders and turning him back around so that they was facing each other. “I’m not making fun of you. I’m laughing because that’s completely stupid. You don’t need to lose any weight and you’re already good looking.”

“That’s not true,” Phil told him, burying his face into Dan’s shoulder. “You don’t understand because you’re perfect.”

“I’m not perfect Phil, nobody is. But you’re as close to perfect as humanly possible, a cross between adorable and sexy. Trust me, that’s a big part of why we make love every night.”

Despite having his face hidden, Phil blushed a bright red.

“Phil, look at me,” Dan pulled back so they were looking at each other. “I love every single part of you. My favorites include your pale skin, creamy thighs, gorgeous eyes, crooked smile, soft tummy, smooth back, and even your hands when they do that weird thing in your pockets. Oh, and don’t even get me started on your hips. They’ve got this sexy curve to them that just makes me want to-”

“Thanks Dan,” Phil stopped him, leaning forward to connect their lips. He was mildly disappointed when the other drew away.

“I’m not finished yet,” Dan said. “From the first time I saw one of your videos, I always thought you were pretty much perfection. The fact that we had the same interests was like a mega bonus and helped me get your attention. So listen to me, if I ever find out that you’re thinking these thoughts again then there’s going to be trouble, got it?”

“Y-Yeah,” Phil nodded, feeling his eyes well up with tears.

Dan panicked. “Wha- don’t cry Phil! This was supposed to make you feel better.”

“No, I’m okay,” Phil swallowed. “I’m just so glad I found you.”

“Well, technically it was me who found you…”

“Either way, I don’t know what I’d ever do without you.”

Phil kissed Dan again, and this time he kissed back. Dan wrapped his arms around Phil’s waist and squeezed, while Phil buried his hands in Dan’s soft brown hair. Before it could turn into anything more than kissing, it was Phil’s turn to draw away.

“Where are you going?” Dan whined as Phil got up from the bed.

“I want a milkshake. Let’s go make some, yeah?”

Dan grinned. “Sure, that sounds much better than lunch.”

Hand in hand, the couple went to make the most out of the rest of their day, starting with sharing a delicious chocolate milkshake with added Oreos and cereal, cuddling on the sofa together as they took turns taking sips.

FIN

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Over 600 followers, I can’t believe it! You guys are all wonderful, thank you to everyone who reads my fics and gets enjoyment out of them! I got this idea after reading old tweets. We all know Dan used to be pretty self conscious about his body, but I think people sometimes forget that Phil often felt the same way too, and everyone has their down days about body image.