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PHAN-(Probably my OTP <3333) InterroBANG Chapter 1<>Kitten Whiskers "Hello Internet!" I heard Dan Howell, my best friend, say as he started another video. I padded quietly past his room to wave at him. His eyes flickered over as he explained reasons why he's an awful human being. He smiled and flashed a quick heart out of sight of the webcam. He didn't know what that shape did. It set off feelings, feels I should say. Like the fireworks they set off in London on New Years, like a vinegar-baking soda volcano, like my heart was about to explode out of my chest. But he of course didn't know that. He knew we were best friends and that's how it was going to stay. So, trying to calm myself down, I walked into my room, straightened up the sheets from my bed- well I hardly slept in there. My nights were plagued by horrendous nightmares, so more often then not, I snuck into Dan's room and snuggled into his shoulder. He was most gracious about it too. He let me get as close as I possibly could and just held me tighter while I shuddered in his arms. Shrugging off the feels, I stumbled over to the desk to retrieve my MacBook. Of course I had to let it load so I set it down on the bed and went to get a bowl of my magnificent invention, Shredded Frosties. Dan had told me that frosted shreddies was already a thing so I merely adapted it. I spooned it into my mouth, crunching quietly on the cereal so I didn't disturb Dan's video. Finally I finished the cereal and placed the bowl into the dishwasher. Dan was nearly shouting now as I walked again past his room so I didn't have to tippy-toe. I shut the door behind me and collapsed onto my bed. The twitter home screen was up so I scrolled through the mentions, nearly all of them clamouring for a picture of me making my " famous kitten whisker rawr" face. So I shuffled around looking for a sharpie so I could draw the whiskers and nose on my face. Then I posed and hit the timer button and took the picture. Uploading the picture took a bit longer so I opened another tab to scroll down my dashboard on Tumblr. I was scrolling peacefully, reblogging a picture of me and Dan in our kitten masks, when I noticed the notifications icon. So I rolled over to that, clicked on it and went back to check on my twitter upload. Still at 45%. The notification screen came up with a line of posts concerning my latest video, but they weren't positive. ' phil why do you even make videos You are NOTHING compared to Dan Howell!' 'Phil Lester is a waste of oxygen. His videos are lame, overdone and stupid. As is he. " I actually thought milk was cow pee." C'mon Phil. How can you be that stupid???' 'phil doesn't deserve dan. I hope he dies. ' 'go slit your wrist you little bitch' I felt tears cloud up in my eyes, trying not to let them spill over. I reported each of the bloggers and shut down my laptop, scooted it off my bed and shoved a pillow to my face to soak up the tears as they dripped from my eyes. Biting my lip was no help as I bit right through it each time, so I resorted to pinching my wrist, trying to stop the tears. I didn't even hear Dan come into my room. He walked silently over to my bed and sat on the corner, pulling my llama hat off of the bedside table. "Phil? You alright?" Dan asked. "Yeah fine." I said hoarsely, my voice muffled by the pillow. Of course Dan wouldn't let that one slide so ,being the loyal, overprotective, best friend he is, he jerked the pillow from underneath my head and made me sit up. When he saw my face, streaked by tears, he gasped in horror. " Phillip Lester, what is wrong!" Dan demanded. I couldn't speak, knowing for sure that if I did, all that would come out would be a choked sob so I pointed at the laptop on the floor before shoving my face back into a different pillow. Dan scrolled down my tumblr, growling loudly at the screen. "Slit your wrists? Who the f*** are these people? Don't they know that..." Dan cut himself off with a shake of the head. "Phil, you didn't self harm did you? Let me see your arms." Dan said quietly. I knew he'd be upset if he saw the bruises on my left wrist so I him have my right wrist and pulled my left one closer to my pounding chest. I watched Dan glance at my arm, smiling when he saw no marks. " Other arm." Dan said, holding his hand other one. He was smiling down at me and I didn't want to disappoint him so I pushed my arm out, hiding my face in the comforter. "Phill, what are these bruises?!" Dan demanded. "Trying to not cry..." I said. Dan made me sit up, pressing my arm back to my chest. "I didn't wanna disturb your video." Dan laughed. " Phil, you're more important than the silly videos. It's because of you that in even doing them!" Dan said. " Next time, just walk in there, shut the computer up, curl up next to me and cry if you want." Dan promised. I nodded but tears still leaked from my eyes. " Phil, oh Phil." He pulled me towards him, soon I was in his lap curled into his chest. "Phil honey," My heart stopped. Dan NEVER called me that. " You need to stop thinking you aren't good enough. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be me." Dan said. " Honestly, please." I nodded, crying into his chest. " C'mon, let's go get some Malteasers." He said, bopping my nose. " I love you Phil." I sat up and rubbed my eyes. " I love you too Dan." (A/N Kinda fluffy right? Well I just wanted to know if you lot would be interested in reading a PHAN-fiction. So reblog, vote, like, add, comment, share, whatever. Please. I will write this no matter what but if nobody likes it, I'll be slightly depressed. Alrighty! I'm out, peace!) [Also, as a disclaimer, I hope neither Phil nor Dan, Dan nor Phil, ever EVER have to read anything like that. It was only a plot device. And Phil, Dan, if you ever should read this, I hope you'll know how much I adore the pair of you. Love you all! <3]. PHAN-(Probably my OTP <3333) InterroBANG Chapter 2<> Malteasers "Phil, d'you want some?" Dan asked, waving the bag of his favorite candy around. He shook it tantalizingly. "Of course. Just bring the bag." I said. Dan laughed, skipping over to the couch. Dan jumped onto my lap and I groaned. "Dan, that was my intestines you just crushed!" I said, rubbing my stomach. "Whoops." Dan replied, patting my hand all cutesy. I tried not to smile but its really hard not to! "Can we watch Game of Thrones?" he asked. "Sure. But I'm not sure I'll be fully coherent during the show... Could we just watch Doctor Who?" I said nervously. Dan loved Game of Thrones but I could never really follow it. All I understood was that the Filch guy from Harry Potter was twice as mean in that show. "Yeah, lemme get my Tardis blanket and I'll be right back!" Dan jumped up and ran into his room while I searched for the remote. Finally I found it under the couch next to my toy Dalek. I flipped the telly on and scrolled down to our DVR. Dan came flouncing into the living room carrying his Tardis blanket and my ginormous stuffed Lion. "Let's start on the first one okay?" Dan said happily sitting next to me. " Sure." I poked Dan's neck as he covered both of us with the blanket. Usually if I touched his neck he freaks out. But this time he kind of just shuddered and smiled shyly at me. Something's up... We sat in silence as the advertisements played, but our hands were really close. I wanted to reach over and grab his, just to hold it. I moved my fingers three inches to the left, barely a centimeter from his upward facing fingers. I was about to grab his palm- When he went to grab a handful of Malteasers. My heart stopped for a second. That was really stupid Phil, I thought. What if he'd thought you were some kind of gay freak? "Want one?" Dan said, shoving two or three of them into my hand. They were slightly melty from being held in Dan's hand. I popped one in my mouth and crunched loudly. Rose Tyler was now being chased by big, freaky mannequins. Dan laughed as the Doctor appeared out of nowhere, wielding around a sonic screwdriver. "That's nowhere near as manly as my cordless hammer drill!" I laughed. Dan nudged my ribs with his elbow, smiling widely. He's so cute when he does that, it's like the sun just lit up right in front of me. His face just lights up, his brown eyes sparkling- I popped another Malteaser in my mouth to quiet the thoughts in my brain. "Hand me the lion would you?" I asked. Dan nodded, not taking his eyes off the screen. I cuddled the lion into my chest, sniffing his mane. As I slept with Dan so much, it smelled like a heavenly mixture of Dan and I. "It's so obvious that the Doctor is already in love Rose." Dan said, pausing to eat another Malteaser. "It's like in the fan fictions they write about us, you can see it in the Doctor's eyes." Dan went on, looking at me for confirmation. "People write fan fictions... about us?" I stuttered. "Yeah. It's funny, they call them PHAN-fictions, like half Phil, half Dan. Some of them are really cute too. The Pokemon ones are really weird but a couple of them are really realistic." Dan said. "You've read some?" I asked Dan nodded again. "Yup. There's a bunch on tumblr, just search PHANfiction in the tags." I nodded, trying to stifle a yawn. Dan smiled. "Here you can sleep on my lap and I'll hold you." Dan patted his lap. I nodded, chewing my lip. Scrunching down, I put my head right on top of his left pocket. Dan stroked my hair slowly, calming down my racing heart. As I drifted slowly to sleep, I felt Dan lean down and press his lips to my forehead. (A/N Hiii guys! Oh my gosh the response I got from Chapter One on tumblr was absolutely astounding! Thank you so much for saying that I actually had enough talent to do this. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you all so much thank you. Ugh I can't stop saying thank you. This is kinda fluffy/filler chapter it should be more developed as I progress. I've got a definite storyline. This is really long... Okay thank you, I'm so glad you enjoyed this!!!) PHAN-(Probably my OTP <3333) InterroBANG Chapter 3<>FEELS (Dan’s POV) I CAN’T BELIEVE I JUST DID THAT! I can’t, I didn’t! But I did… And now he’ll know. He’ll know the creepy feelings I’ve had for him since I met him. When he leans up against me, when he snuggles into my side in the night, when even his hands touch mine. And when he touched my neck! Usually I cringed away from it, but when his fingertips brushed against the skin, I had to fight back a moan. It was most odd. I brushed my fingers over my lips, trying to will myself to forget, to make the feelings go away. Quite the opposite though, they only intensified as Phil rolled over and looped his arm around my waist. He frowned, squeezing tighter around me. "Dan, Dan please." Phil whimpered. “I’m sorry. Please." "Phil, you’re alright. You’re fine. I’ve got you. You’re safe. Nothing’s happening. I’ve got you. It’s not real." I stroked Phil’s wrist, being careful of the bruises. Instantly, he relaxed. His face was smooth, not contorted into the fearful face from before. He smiled slightly. Moments later, a warm heavy feeling settled in my chest. I knew it had nothing to do with the AC cutting off and EVERYTHING to do with Phil fumbling around with his hands until his found mine and interlocking our fingers. "Oh my god. No… I can’t." I whispered to myself. ‘But what’ll it harm if you do?’ A small voice in my head that sounded a lot like Phil’s- that man is taking over my mind- said in a calming voice. "I’ll lose Phil." I said aloud. ’ How d’you know?’ Phil’s voice replied. " Because there’s no way in hell he feels the same. And I’d rather suffer in silence than ever lose him." I said logically. ‘But you never know.’ “Phil" said. "I can’t lose him. I… I love him." I admitted. “And shit I’m talking to myself. What a twat." I shook my head to clear the loud, persistent thoughts. Rose was now running to the TARDIS, probably into the Doctor’s arms. Me and Rose were in the same boat, really. She clearly had feelings for the Doctor, which I totally understand. Being saved from killer mannequins will do that to you. But everyone knows, if the Companion falls for the Doctor, well, it doesn’t end pleasantly. In the same scenario, if I were to go for Phil, I’d lose everything. My home, my job, my subscribers, my best friend. Litrally, I’d rather die. I switched the telly off, content to watch Phil sleep. Yeah that sounded creepy. I just wanted to watch his chest rise and fall, listen to his slight snores, feel him tightening his grip on my waist. I just wanted to know there was another human with me, that really cared about me and for me, even if not in the way I wanted him to. He squeezed my hand randomly, so I ran my thumb over his knuckle. His hand fit just right in mine. Asdfghjkl, I’m turning into one of those fan girls now, like the one that broke into mine and Phil’s old flat. I needed to chill or else, I’d have myself committed. So, trying to be rational, I fished my headphones from my sweatpants with some difficulty, as Phil was laying on the left ear bud. I plugged them into the earphone jack on my iPhone and let the sweet rhythm of Muse’s first album overtake me. Not content with only having part if my mind appeased, I opened up the Tumblr app on my phone. As usual, I had like fifty notifications. So I tapped on the lightening bolt to read them. Most of them were the usual stuff, begging me to marry them, asking for my phone number, telling me how great my videos are but three of them hit me pretty hard. ‘Dan, why are you even still talking to that freak Phil? He’s such a dolt, you say it all the time. He’s not worth you!’ ‘Dan I hope one day Phil realises how you two are on two completely different levels. Dump the freak.’ ‘Tell Phil that he’s holding you back. Phil, if you read this, FUCK OFF’ Why would they ever… Phil couldn’t see this. He’d believe them. Kind, innocent, sensitive Phil would believe them. He’d believe he was worthless, a waste. But it was the complete opposite. He was my everything. Practically the reason I breathed air. When I’d dropped out of university, he’d been there to console me through my existential crisis. Determined to not let Phil see the hate until it died down a bit, I shrugged it off and tapped on the tags. There were a few fan fictions, about me and Phil of course, that I was rather into. They were quite good too. I spent an hour or two scrolling down the tags, reading a few good fics, especially a certain Drabble. The user was phils-shirts and it was me as Jeeves and Phil was Wooster. Somehow it only had two notes, so I reblogged that and added how fantastic it was. When the sun had just started to go down, Phil suddenly woke up with a jolt. He looked around for a minute then his dilated pupils settled on me, then our entwined fingers. He pulled on his it but when I didn’t release, he smiled. I pulled the headphones out. "Have you been there the whole time?" He asked, his voice thick with sleep. I nodded. "But Dan, you could’ve attempted something productive! You could’ve edited your video, you could’ve-" I cut Phil off as he protested. "Phil, I couldn’t exactly move you. You looked so happy and peaceful. We both know you needed the rest. How long did you sleep last night?" I asked. " Two hours…" He said quietly. "Exactly. But it was fine. I played around on Tumblr, read some stuff. It was fine." I said with a tone of finality. Phil sighed, knowing he’d been beaten. “So what are we gonna do no-no-now?" He asked, trying to stifle a yawn. He stretched his arms, letting his t-shirt ride up his pale, flat tummy. I bit my lip, trying to be smooth as I concealed the intense desire to run my hand up his chest and rub small circles on his protruding collarbones. "Well I don’t think we’ve got a lot of food, so d’you just wanna run over to the Chinese place and get take away? We can stop at ShakeAway on the way back if you want?" I said. “Then when we come back, we’ll watch a bunch of Disney films." I added. Phil loved Disney films, every morning he sang the song from Aladdin, A Whole New World, in the shower. It sounded quite good too. Phil nodded. “Sounds great. D’you want me to grab your llama hat?" Phil asked as he got up. I looked at the torrent of rain outside. " Yeah, probably. It should be on the table, next to my keys." Phil nodded and ran up the stairs to my/our room. I got up from the couch, stretching my spine, sighing when I heard it crack in a few places. I walked over to the closet by the front door and delved into the pile of utter crap where Phil and I had shoved everything we didn’t feel like unpacking. I rifled through it until I found Phil’s purple hoodie and his green one, which was my favourite. I slipped it over my head and put my arms through the holes. "Dan? I got your hat- That’s my hoodie." Phil said, holding my keys and my hat out to me. I pulled the hat onto my hair, and put the keys in my pocket. He smiled when I gave him the purple hoodie. “It looks better on you anyway." He smiled and put his lion hat on before zipping up the jacket. We looped our arms together and started out into the scary, unsafe streets of London, but knowing that we were safe as long as we were together. (Really long chapter! It’s 1,446 words, not including the authors note. I worked really hard to give you a long Dan’s POV, seeing as how next chapter it’ll be back to Phil. The credit for the Drabble above goes to my fellow tumblr phils-shirts, who added something very nice to a text post of mine earlier today/yesterday. So, please read, vote, add, reblog, like, share, comment, anything. Just let me know if you enjoy it!)

PHAN-(Probably my OTP <3333) InterroBANG Chapter 4 <>Townies (Back to Phil's Most Perfect POV) Me and Dan raced over to the lift, squabbling as always over who got to press the button. Somehow, even thiugh he was lugging around an umbrella, Dan still won. His face when it lit up and the posh women's voice announced that we were going down was priceless. He was smiling like a five year old. Dan looked at me for permission before leaping into the air, and falling back to the floor. He tried to do that every time we got in the lift, but sometimes I felt to nauseated to let him do it. But he looked like a little puppy, his lower lip puckered out and his eyes got all big. "What are you gonna get at the Chinese place?" Dan asked randomly. I realised I'd been staring at him for at least two minutes. He smiled at me though, biting his lip. He looked so cute! I cleared my throat, it suddenly being quite difficult to breathe. "Probably the fried dumpling things again. Maybe the cream cheese wontons." I shrugged. " And then, when we get home can we watch Aladdin?" I asked. Dan nodded as the elevator made a final jolt and stopped stopped at the bottom. "Let's go Phillip." He looped his arm around mine, opened the unbrella and we went off skipping out of the apartment building. We arrived at the Chinese place moments later, but we were both nearly drenched. "Why didn't I bring a bigger umbrella?" Dan swore as we ducked inside the warm building. I pulled my lion hat off my hair, the water dripping onto my shoulders. " I'm sorry, you'll catch pneumonia." Dan apologised, brushing the water from my hoodie.i "Daniel, it's fine. We'll take warm showers when we get home and it'll be alright. Come on." I pulled Dan up to the counter and we ordered our food. Dan ordered a shit ton of stuff, looking at me sheepishly. I smiled and patted his fluffy hair. Dan grinned and pushed me forward to make my order. "I'll have the wontons and fried dumplings please." I said quietly. The cashier smiled, handed me a receipt and I pulled my wallet from my hoodie. "Phil-" Dan objected. "It's fine, you can pay for the shakes." I said, swiping my card quickly and then placing it back in my billfold. We gave her the name Phillip Striker and then Dan grabbed me and walked over to a table in the back corner. " Phil, I've got a question." Dan said nervously. "Okay, shoot." I smiled. " Earlier, when you were sleeping, you said my name, and you kept saying please. What was wrong? Did you dream about me?" Dan asked nervously. "Was I hurting you?" I gasped. I had dreamt of Dan, dreamt of him beating me, kicking me, spitting on my face and calling me every derogatory name I'd ever heard. "Umm well see..." I tried to stall, trying to think of a way to tell Dan. He looked at me with those piercing brown eyes, begging without speaking. "Phillip Striker!" The woman called, holding to plastic bags out over the counter. I hurried over to them while Dan was walking slightly less enthusiastically. "Phil, just tell me. Was your dream about me?" He said. His eyes were shining with tears, threatening to spill down his cheeks. I nodded. The tears in his eyes grew, and he shook his head. " I'm so sorry Phil. It's my fault you have the dreams isn't it? They're about me." Dan whispered as we stood by the exit of the take away place. I tried to think of a way to console him as big tears slid down his face, dripping onto his hoodie. After a moment of absolute unbearable silence, Dan let out a noise that sounded like a cross of lion and llama mixed together. Then he left the building, leaving behind the umbrella and me, staring after him. After only a moments hesitation, I ran after him, calling his name. "Dan wait, please!" I begged. He kept running. Soon enough, he was far enough away that, between the combination of rain and windy mist, I could hardly see anything but a faint outline of green and black. I chased after him, crying out. It was rather difficult however, to run with two full bags of takeaway and an umbrella, so I was rather slow. Finally, I saw him open the door of ShakeAway and hurry inside. I hefted the bags up, and ran straight for the building. The warmth was incredible as I pulled open the door and forced myself in. I spotted Dan immediately, curled up in the hallway to the restroom. I set the bags and the umbrella at a table under the window and went to fetch my best friend. He looked up at me with his eyes, still leaking saline. "Dan, you didn't give me a chance to explain. It's not your fault! Sure maybe my nightmares have your face, but they aren't you. You'd never call me names or hit me or anything the Dan in my dreams do. But there is one thing you and the Dan in the dreams have in common, you both take everything too seriously. If I was upset with you, do you think I'd come and sleep with you every night?" I asked. Dan shook his head. " Exactly." I continued. " You make the dreams better, not worse. And when I'm next to you, they dissipate almost instantly. You save me Dan." I finished. Dan swallowed thickly. " C-can I try something?" He asked. "Anything." I said. Instead of kissing me like I'd hoped he would, he just grabbed my hand in his and held it. It felt so right, the way our palms aligned, the way our fingers for exactly in the spaces. It also felt right when Dan brought our entwined hands to his mouth and brushed his lips clumsily against the back of my hand. I felt like my heart was going to explode. " I'm sorry I overreacted. I just couldn't stand myself for making you have nightmares." Dan explained, stroking my thumb. "Of course. I get it. If it had been you with the nightmares, I'd feel the same way." I said. "Now lets get the shakes. I actually wanna try yours this time." I smiled as I pulled him up. "We could just share you know..." Dan said, his voice normal. In fact the only abnormal thing was out hands swinging together. "That would be perfect." I replied. Dan and I walked up to the counter and ordered a large butterscotch shake with Malteasers floating about. When asked for his card, he patted his pocket and when he realized it wasn't anywhere on him, he turned to me. "Phil-" he started. "Nope. I've got this." I pulled my card from my pocket and swiped it again. When I went to put it back in my pocket and waited for the receipt for me to sign. "I'm so sorry Phil, I must have left it at the flat. I'll pay you back when we get home?" He said as I scrawled my girly signature on the slip of paper. "It's fine Daniel, I promise." I said happily. He smiled at me, then at our hands, then back at me. A few moments later, a women came back holding our milkshake and a giant straw. Dan grabbed the shake, thanked her and accompanied me to our table where, unfortunately, we had to let go of each other in order to carry our purchases. Dan held the umbrella and milkshake and I had the takeaway. After several meters of being drenched by cold water, I made a silent vow to never go out in the rain again. It was going to take months to properly dry out again. Dan smiled sheepishly at me when we finally made it indoors. I felt like some achievement music ought to be playing. " We are never, ever doing that again!" The pair of us said at the same time. We both laughed and waddled our way over to the lift, where it was warm and dry. (A/N The response to this is unbelievable! Thank you so much! Also, superlionrawrcongratulations to my dear Phil Lester, AmazingPhil, for reaching one million subscribers! So happy for you!) PHAN-(Probably my OTP <3333) InterroBANG Chapter 5 <>Aladdin (Daniel Howell's Sexy POV) I let Phil shower first, listening to him be his normal happy self allowed me to sink back into my normal, nightish routine. I situated the take away, tried to figure out what the heck I had ordered, placed the shake in the fridges and put Aladdin in the Xbox. The previews played as I went to search for my wallet. I walked into my room, hearing Phil start singing his Aladdin song again, smiling at his utterly sweet personality. I found the wallet under my bed, next to the twelve year old dream journal. I sighed, placed it into my miscellaneous crap drawer and wandered back into the lounge area. Phil was taking his usual ungodly amount of time to dry off and transform into the snuggly, adorable, cutesy Phil that cuddled into me every night so I unlocked the balcony door and stepped just to the thresh hold. I felt the cold wind brushing my face and I could only think of what it would feel like to have Phil's lips to that to me... "Dan, you're going to catch cold. Go take a-" I turned around to see Phil, holding his iPhone and only wearing his towel. He smiled nervously at me and I returned the awkward smile. "Yeah, I'll go now. The food's on the breakfast bar, the shake is in the fridge. I'll be back in a second." I babbled. Then, before I did anything stupid like, eh kiss him!!!, I left. I knew that a shower would clear my head, so I hurried I into the bathroom. (Phillip's Also Sexy POV) I ran up to my room, grabbed my orange PAC-MAN shirt, Sonic boxers that Dan had gotten me to match his, and my purple flannel pajama pants. I pulled them on, shivering from the few seconds of exposure I'd endured. Then I went back to the lounge and got my iPhone from the couch. I was sorely tempted to start the movie but I knew I'd freak out abut Jafar and his scarab beetle so I opened up my Tumblr. It was all really cute fan art, of me and Dan mostly. But as I scrolled down more, I noticed that not all of the stuff on my dashboard was positive. In fact, more than half of it was death threats. "Not again." I groaned. "Not again what?" Dan said, walking into the kitchen, wearing only-I gulped painfully as I took note- a towel. He saw me with my phone and his jaw fell open. " What are you on?" He asked. " Tumblr." I whimpered, throwing my iPhone on the ground. I curled my legs up to my chest, crying into the fabric of my pants. Dan walked slowly over to me. "Phil, I'm sorry. I meant to keep you away from that." Dan said, pulling me to him. "What -hic- did I do -hic- to make them hate -hic- me so much?" I hiccuped. "Phil, honey, no one hates you." Dan said, holding me. "But you've seen it. You saw it. You've noticed.Why do they hate me?" I buried my face in Dan's chest. "Phil listen to me." Dan made me look at him. "Phillip Michael Lester, you are the most perfect, original, smart, kind, sensitive,beautiful person I've ever met. And you are the best friend I've ever had. I don't care what those peasants are saying and neither should you." Dan said. "But of course you don't. It's not about you. They do hate me. Why wouldn't they? I'm ugly, stupid, dense, and fake. Nobody likes me, not even you!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face. Dan sighed. " If I didn't like you would I do this?" Dan grabbed my face and gently pressed his pale pinkish lips to mine. It was the most heavenly feeling I'd ever experienced in my life. Our lips, they moved in perfect sycronization, fitting perfectly. All too soon,however, Dan pulled away. "I only kiss people that I love." Dan said. "Holy crap, Dan." I ran my fingers over my lips. "What... You love me?" "Of course I do. You're my best friend." Dan said. Oh. That kind of love. Yeah, of course. He'd never see me like that. Of course not. "Yeah." I replied. "You're my best friend too." I said nonchalantly. "I'll go put some pants on and we'll cuddle and watch Aladdin alright?" Dan said. I'd forgotten he'd been wearing only a towel so I released him to go put on clothes. (Back to Daniel!) I wandered back into my bedroom, ignoring the wardrobe, and collapsed face first onto my bed. It didn't help that my bed smelled like him. Phillip Michael Lester. He was literally going to be the death of me. What the HELL? Why did I kiss him??? And then say it was just because he was my best friend! I wanted to shove him into a wall, crush my lips onto his, and let my fingers roam all over his body. I wanted to feel him on me. To feel his mouth on mine. But no. I couldn't. He'd think I was the most disgusting freak. And he probably already hated me because of his nightmares. How could he have bad dreams about me??? Did I really scare him? "Dan! Don't touch the straightener! I love your hobbit hair!" Phil called. I groaned. I didn't want to get up and be functional but I also really wanted to cuddle with Phil. Inner turmoil sucks. So, I pushed up from the bed, stumbled over to the wardrobe and grabbed a pair of sonic boxers, and my flannel pajama pants. After pulling them on, I walked back to the breakfast bar, not even bothering to dry or straighten my hair. "Phil, are you going to eat?" I called, grabbing a box of rice and a fork. " Yeah, gimme the dumplings." Phil said. "Alright. Go ahead and start the movie." I replied, grabbing the small black bowl and another fork and walking into the lounge. Phil pulled me onto the couch, right next to him as the guy at the market started the story. Phil was quietly eating with one hand, the other was wrapped around me. I had to pretend that his hand on my bare skin wasn't making me absolutely crazy, the way his fingers drifted up and down the slight pudge above my waistband. I tried to focus on eating, the movie, anything but the feeling of his hand. "Dan, you alright?" Phil asked, moving his arm up to my stomach. " Of course. It's just Jafar creeps me out ya know?" I said, trying to keep my voice even. Phil smiled. "I'll protect you pal." he said. Instantly, my mind flashed to a gif I'd seen on Tumblr ages ago. It was Louis Tomlinson telling Harry Styles that pal was best and then a tweet from Harry saying Happy Birthday Pal to Louis. It was a case for the LARRY shippers to prove that LARRY was real but I thought of Phil. I smiled at Phil. "Aren't I supposed to be protecting you?" Phil shrugged. " I feel safe as long as you are safe." Phil smiled and tugged the food from my hands. Then, he crawled into my lap and cuddled into my chest. "Thanks Dan." he whispered. "For what?" I asked. "Loving me." Phil answered. He smiled nervously, then he leaned up and gently kissed my lips and pulled away. I gasped. "Phil, I've always loved you. And I always will." And I leaned down to kiss him, long and slow. Then, Phil jerked away from me. "I-we-No, we can't. We can't." Phil said. "Can't what? Why not?" I demanded. "I just wanna kiss you." I said, trying to push my lips on him but he backed up. "No. You don't. You can't. We can't. I can't." Phil babbled. "Why not?" I asked. "BECAUSE YOU DON'T LOVE ME!!!" Phil shouted. I shook my head and crawled over to Phil, straddling his legs. "I love you." I said, bending to kiss his lips. "Why?" Phil whimpered. "Because you are my world. You're the reason I wake up, the reason I close my eyes with a smile on my face. You are the reason I breathe. You are the reason that I'm alive." I said. (A/N PHAN UP IN HERE!!! So I hope you guys enjoyed that. I've never been kissed before so I don't know if the kiss was shit or not. Sorry. But wo0t for confusing inner turmoil! Also, yay for Dan confirming it :) Nay for mean people hating on Phil. So I want maybe five reblogs/votes/comments to upload again. Thank you!)

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