don’t imagine young dan eagerly commenting every time phil tweeted or posted
don’t imagine dan’s phone beeping when phil uploaded and rushing off to watch the video immediately
don’t imagine dan sitting on his bed at home with a small smile as he rewatches one of his favorite phil videos
don’t imagine dan squealing and turning bright red when phil replied to a tweet for the first time
don’t imagine a sort of nervous joy spreading throughout dan every time phil replies and he doesn’t want to let himself hope but he does anyway
don’t imagine dan nervously cleaning his room and spending half an hour on his hair and taking deep breaths before their first Skype call
don’t imagine a nearly speechless dan when he sees phil on his screen for the first time and he can’t even think of what to say
don’t imagine a shy dan letting phil do most of the talking through their first few Skype calls because he can’t believe this is real
don’t imagine dan pacing around worrying he’s just bothering phil and telling himself it doesn’t mean as much to phil as it does to him
don’t imagine dan’s heart stopping when phil suggests they meet in person
don’t imagine dan lying awake the night before, excited but also so fucking scared that phil won’t like him
don’t imagine dan sprinting off the train and looking around hoping, hoping so much his heart feels like it’ll explode
don’t imagine dan’s reaction when he spots phil and the full realization that he’s meeting Phil Lester
don’t imagine dan trembling slightly as they hug because phil’s real and he’s hugging him and god, he has a friend
don’t imagine dan thinking about all of that years later with phil sitting beside him in their shared flat, on their couch, right after the same man has stolen dan’s cereal
don’t imagine that
