Here are all the chapters my lovelies! Hope you enjoy! PHAN-(Probably my OTP <3333) InterroBANG <3 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 <3 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 with 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 <3 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 "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 <3 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. "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 <3 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!) PHAN-(Probably my OTP <3333) InterroBANG <3 Chapter 6<> Isn't He Lovely? (Phillip <3) Dan was staring at me with his big brown eyes, like waiting for me to say something. "You really love me?" I choked. Dan sighed. "Of course I love you! You're my world! I've always loved you!" he repeated. "But I thought it was just because we're best friends." I whispered. "We are best friends. But the love I have for you is so much deeper than that." Dan replied. I smiled weakly. "Come here you idiot." He backed up, settling into the couch. Then, he pulled me into his lap again and wrapped his arms around me. I watched Dan, his big brown eyes filled with the child like wonder I'd never seen replicated. He caught glance of me watching him and smiled down at me. "Watch the movie silly." Dan said. " Kiss me." I blurted out. Dan raised his eyebrows and did his " look up, lip bite, and wink" that drove literally ANY girl absolutely insane. "I'm sorry. I don't know where that came from..." I stuttered. "Phil, shut up." Dan said, roughly pressing his lips on mine and immediately tugging on my bottom lip. His arms went under my shirt and I felt him rubbing the bones creating the v-line. "Shit Dan." I pulled away, already feeling as if I'd swam the English Channel. Dan looked at me like I had two heads. "Phillip! Watch your language!" He laughed. I blushed red, biting my lip. "And the girls say I look good when I do it! If I had ovaries, they'd be dead." Dan said. I felt blood rush to my face. "Don't be embarrassed Phil! I love everything about you. But when you bite that lip of yours, it makes me wanna do stuff a little less g-rated. Now watch the movie before I get too distracted by this." He gestured to all of me and I pecked his cheek. Now it was his turn to blush. "You are beautiful." I whispered. Dan smiled and bent to kiss my neck. "Ugh just watch the movie before I drag you into our room and-" I never got to hear what Dan was going to do,(although I doubt it was going to be exactly g-rated like Dan had said) as Dan's phone started ringing. Dan groaned and pushed me gently off his lap. He walked with a slight limp, his foot was asleep is what I'm guessing, into the kitchen and grabbed his phone. "Hullo?" Dan said. He nodded as someone spoke into his ear," Yeah just me and Phil." Then he smiled. "No! We're just watching Aladdin." He smiled again. Dan glanced up at me, waved and then winked. I felt my stomach twist. "Yeah and the day that happens I will let you feed me a placenta. Yeah. Okay. Bye Peej." Dan hung up his phone and left it on the breakfast bar. He went to the fridge and grabbed our milkshake from its depths. He then skipped over to me, his face spilt by that lovely grin of his. "So I take it that PJ called?" I said, reaching for the cup. Dan shook his read and reached for me. I crawled into his lap, but I was facing him. Struck with a sudden idea, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his neck. He shuddered as the sensitive skin touched my chapped lips. I sucked on the spot behind his ear, enjoying the squirmy movements he was making. "Shit, I was right. Definitely a g-spot." Dan moaned. I nibbled on the skin then swooped my tongue over it, soothing it. I sat back happily while Dan stared at me in awe. "Phillip Michael. I swear to God. The next time you do that I will shove you into a wall and fuck you senseless. Capiche?" he said. I nodded and took the cup from his hand. "Well we better not go into public anytime soon." I said, slurping through the straw. "What did PJ want? And why might he be feeding you a placenta?" Dan blushed. "Hah well see I... Oh look Jasmine!" Dan squealed. I knew he was trying to confuse me so I just twisted around and settled into his lap. "I love you Phil." Dan whispered. "I love you more." I replied, feeling my stomach twist again as his fingers slipped into mine. (DAN'S POV) I slipped my hand into Phil's loving the feeling if his skin on mine, loving the way they fit exactly how they were "supposed"to, loving the warmth of his body. When PJ had called, I knew that he expected me and Phil to be doing dirty stuff but I couldn't just start that. Sure we'd kissed and that thing just then with Phil... It was amazing but I was still afraid of losing Phil. I hadn't been kidding when I said that Phil was literally my world. Phil smiled up at me again, unleashing a whole new population of mammoth-sized butterflies. I ran my fingers through my horrible hobbit hair as I tried to calm myself down. However, the moment I heard Phil start singing along with Aladdin and Jasmine I knew I was a goner. He was exactly on key and he didn't sound like Jesus but it was incredibly perfect to me. He sounded so innocent. I joined in, cringing as I realized how horrid I sounded. Phil smiled again, his big blue eyes as dilated they possibly could be. It was horrendously adorable. As the song came to an end, Phil squished closer to me, trying to hold back a yawn. "Are you still sleepy little lion?" I asked. He frowned adorably at me. I shrugged. "C'mon little boy, let's go to sleep." I flipped of the telly off and pushed Phil gently off of my lap. I left him standing in the lounge to put the milkshake in the fridge. He was fighting sleep, I could see, as he wobbled into my room. "Not even gonna try it in your room?" I said, pushing the covers back. " No way. I'll only be in here later. I'll try to keep it down though-" Phil gasped. "What?" I looked around, searching for an evil demon murderer. "Lion! I can't leave him all alone in my room! He'll get scared!" Phil said. I smiled. Lion was the miniscule stuffed Lion that was in all of his videos, he'd had it for nearly eight years. I'd given it to him actually. "Oh Phil. I'll go get him. You just lay down here and I'll be back in a few seconds!" I left my room and jogged down the hall into Phil's room. Lion was sitting atop his mildly messy sheets, Phil really was a terrible house keeper. But I knew I'd not be able to forget the mental image of him sobbing into a pillow. I'm glad all the injuries he'd sustained from the incident had been a few bruises. I knew he felt worthless, which I didn't understand. I was the worthless one. The one hospitalized for countless suicide attempts (none of which Phil knew anything about), diagnosed with severe depression and mild social anxiety, hated by literally everyone. I brushed my fingers over the scars on my left hip, remembering the sharp pain I'd felt as I'd plunged the utility knife into my skin. Fortunately, I'd been in my mum's house so she'd been able to take me to Manchester Hospital. Thankfully, I'd survived the ordeal. And the next day I'd met Phil. Literally my mum had brought my computer to hospital and I'd gotten the email from Phil, and met him later that day. He had literally saved my life. I grabbed the tiny lion from the bed and hurried back into my room. Phil was sitting upright, waiting for me. But, sleep had taken over so as he sat up, he was swaying, small snores escaping his pale pink lips. I pulled him down under the covers, pushed Lion into his hands and kissed him lightly. "I love you Phil. More than you'll ever know." I smiled at the younger boy and tried to clear my head as I drifted off to sleep. (A/N That chapter was... Well, it was interesting. It was supposed to be fluffy but I went a little nuts at the end. So I hope you enjoyed! It's been a few days since my last update I think so maybe this will make up for the lag? Okay thank you!) PHAN-(Probably my OTP <3333) InterroBANG <3 Chapter 7<> Angst Ridden Teenagers [Short A/N I know ya'll probably want to hire an evil demon murderer to kill me but wait! My dad left for Korea on Saturday so I wasn't in the mood for writing. Sorry for the lag but this chapter should be sufficient for your pheels ;) know it sent me into uncontrollable spasms. It's absolutely unreal that somehow I have 99 flipping followers! I'm so proud of my story, I'm so amazed by this response. It's absolutely wonderful. So thank you.] *MATURE CONTENT TOWARDS END* (Phil) I snapped awake as a sudden burst of cold air whisked across my face. Blinking back sleep from my eyes, I sat up and stretched, hearing the cracking sound from my back. Dan was still curled up, sleeping peacefully and I know he was up late, cuddling me tight to his chest. He had a purple bruisish mark, one that I knew would match my mouth. I stood up, shaking my feet to wake them up. I then walked into the kitchen and gathered all the ingredients to make pancakes, a food that had Daniel in a good mood for the rest of the day. Letting the batter set for a second, I hurried into the lounge and turned Aladdin, singing to the song from the night before. Dan had the best singing voice, it was deep and throaty, much like his voice in the morning. I placed a plate and his cutlery on the surface, but as always, I put his fork and knife upside down. " Phil?" I heard as the pancakes were finishing. Dan padded quietly into the kitchen and sat down at the breakfast bar. "Are you making pancakes?" he asked sleepily. Dan rubbed his eye, holding back a yawn. "Yes lovely. I made them just for you." I replied, scooping a few onto his plate. One of them was shaped slightly like a heart. Dan smiled sheepishly at me, cutting up a bite and putting the fork to his mouth. I watched his lips close around the tines, and his eyes close as his fingers tightened around the handle. He gulped heavily and flashed his perfect grin at me. Jeezus the things I want to do to that boy... "Phil, you've got to eat too. You barely ate anything last night." Dan picked up another bite on the end of his fork and pushed it toward my mouth. "No Daniel. I'm fine, I'm not hungry." I said. "You eat darling." I blurted. Dan's eyebrow raised slightly, questioning my use of the affectionate name. "Okay." Dan said. He pushed the food around his plate a bit and then gasped, staring at the wall behind me. "Oh my god. Is that the time! I've gotta go!" Dan said, rapidly shovelling food into his mouth. "Go? Go... Go where?" I asked. Dan held up a finger and swallowed thickly. "Promised PJ and Chris I'd hang out with them today. I'd ask you along but..." Dan trailed off. Instantly, every single happy thought I possessed was crushed underfoot. "Oh yeah. I get it. Go, I'll stay here. Need to work on my video anyway. The Lions are getting vicious." I said, trying to mask the anguish in my voice. "Thanks Phil. We'll hang out later or maybe tomorrow alright?" Dan said, pushing his plate over the bar onto the counter. Then he rushed around the counter and hugged me tight. " You are absolutely amazing Phil." he said. "That's what they call me." I chuckled. "I love you Phil." Dan whispered. Then he squeezed me tight and in a second and a half he was banging up the stairs. I threw the dishes around, pouting to myself. I wanted Dan all to myself. I hated sharing. But that made Dan sound like an object. Finally the kitchen was clean so I went upstairs, passed Dan's room and flopped into my bed. A few moments later Dan popped his head in the door. He was wearing a black leather jacket over his black t-shirt with the white circle and grey skinny jeans. His black converse trainers laced up over the bottoms of his jeans. His hair was curly, ( a side effect of not straightening it last night) in the most adorable Hobbit hair I'd seen in months. Dan had his white Ray-Bans over his eyes. He looked amazing and I just wanted to pull him into my lap and kiss him all over. "I'm heading out kid. See you later alright?" Dan joked. "Yeah sure." I said harshly. Dan cringed and pouted his lower lip and I just melted. "Alright. Be safe okay? Do you have your phone?" I asked. Dan pulled the black rectangle from his back pocket and waved it around. "Yup. I'll call you later so you know I'm alive k?" he laughed. "Yeah. Have fun." I replied. "Hey Phil... I love you. You are my world okay? Just remember that, okay?" Dan said. He smiled and walked down the stairs. I heard the door shut and I rolled back over. A few minutes later I got a text so I stood up from my bed and wandered into Dan's room. My phone was sitting atop his perfectly symmetrical wardrobe. But my attention was drawn away by something else: a thick, bright red composition notebook entitled "DANISNOTONFIRE'S DECLINED VIDEOS" Although my mum had hammered the fact that I shouldn't snoop through people's private things, I couldn't fight the urge. After I read the text message from our friend Alex inviting us to Starbucks, ( I declined, telling him that I had to start my next video and Dan had made other plans.) I perched myself in the edge of Dan's bed and opened the book. The first few pages were nothing spectacular; an idea about trippy stripes, four more "Reasons Why Dan's a Fail", and a third Amazing Dan video. However the seventh page was entitled "List of Things Phil Must Never Know" 1. I hate it when he cries. 2. When he smiles, my world lights up. 3. He smells really good after he gets out of the shower. 4. I'd fuck him on a daily basis if I could. 5. His cat whiskers are the cutest things. 6. This list exists. 7. Out of all of my friends, he's the one I love the most. He's the one I could never lose. 8. He's the reason I'm alive. 9. I'm in love with him. I dropped the book. Did I read those last two right? I know Dan had some depression problems but suicidal tendencies were not something I'd recognized in him. Or maybe I had... The way he cringed when I touched his left side. The way he twisted his wrists. And the way he'd acted the first time I'd met him. Had I honestly saved his life? PHAN-(Probably my OTP <3333) InterroBANG <3 Chapter 8-Party Hard (Dan's Refusing-to-Call-Himself-Sassy POV) ( OKAY GUYS, AT THE ENDISH OF THIS CHAPTER THERE IS SOME HARDCORE SLASH ACTION. IF YOU ARE UNDER THIRTEEN, I DON'T WANT YOU TO READ THIS. PLEASE DON'T GET ME IN TROUBLE WITH YOUR PARENTS OR ANYTHING. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED) I walked home from Chris's flat, feeling exhausted. He and PJ had run me ragged all day. I'd have much rather spent the day with Phil but with the dreams I'd had last night, I needed to distance myself. I pulled my phone from my pocket and checked the screen. Still no calls from Phil. All day I had expected a call, or at least a text message. Instead, I had gotten complete silence. Phil was completely ignoring me. I'd even sent a few smiley faces and asked him how his day was going. Nothing. I decided to ring him one more time. The dialing tone was absolute agony. "Hello?" Phil answered on the first ring. "Phil! You scared me! Hi!" I exclaimed. "Oh sorry babe-uh- pal. Sorry, I was uh making the video. How are you?" Phil stuttered. He was hiding something and with a flash I realized that I'd left his phone in my room and beside my dresser was the notebook! But Phil wouldn't look in it. Surely not. "Fun. But I'm tired. Could you warm up the Chinese from last night? I'll be home in just a few minutes. I'm going by the tunnel of death now." I said. "Sure kid. See you in a few minutes?" Phil replied. "Definitely. Hey Phil, I love you." I said. Phil gasped for a second then he replied. "I love you too Dan. Now hurry up!" He chuckled then I heard him click off. I locked my phone then put it back in my pocket. I kinda twirled a few times on the way home, smiling at random strangers and singing children's songs. Okay maybe not that part but I was in a much better mood then I had been in only minutes previously. When I made it home, I was too impatient to wait for the lift so I ran up the stairs- all 38 flights of them. When I got to the top, I was gasping for breath and swore that I'd never do that again. Still, even as I wheezed into my shared flat, I was unspeakably happy. And I knew it was because I Phil and I loved it. "Oh Phil darling!" I said, putting on a posh Northern accent. He answered almost immediately. "Yes dearest? How was work? Did you make that new promotion? Here, you sit and prop up your feet, I'll have the children fetch your slippers and the evening newspaper." He said, pushing me gently into our beanbag chair. "Thank you darling. And yes, I got the promotion. I am now officially head of..." I stopped for a minute fumbling for an office heading, " Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department." I said. Phil beamed. "Oh Daniel! That's fantastic! I'm so proud of you! The children will be delighted! Oh, I'm all of a dither!" He quoted Molly Weasley and walked into the kitchen to retrieve my dinner. "Thank you. Now sit and tell me about your day dearest." I said as Dan came out of the kitchen and handed me the plate with my Chinese food on it. "Well, the neighbors demanded we quiet down at night, the dog broke loose of his tether and I blew up the oven. A very productive day I think." Phil said, continuing with the posh Northern accent. "Very productive indeed!" I replied. "What do you say we put the children to bed and watch a movie? Or we can play Skyrim. Whatever you like." I said. "A movie. Mulan?" he asked. I twirled noodles around my fork and nodded. "I'll get the lights... And the movie!" Phil exclaimed. I got off the beanbag and walked over to the couch. Phil, wielding his favorite Disney movie. He placed it gently in the DVD player, skipped jovially to the couch and jumped promptly into my lap. "Oof", I grunted. "Sorry Dan!" Phil squealed. "Did I hurt you? Are you okay? Do you still like me?" I was taken aback. "Of course! I still like you, you didn't hurt me! Phil..." I cut myself off before I told him that he is the reason I lived. But if he'd read that notebook... He probably already knew it. "Dan?" Phil asked. He looked scared. Sighing, I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead. "Phil, I'll always like you. No, I'll always love you." I said. Phil blushed and cuddled into me. "Chunkymonkey..." Phil whispered. I looked down at him, my eyebrows raised. "What? I thought it was cute..." "It is..." I replied quietly. "Like you." I kissed his nose gently. He lifted his face so that our lips brushed against one another's. "Kiss me...", he whimpered. "Thought you'd never ask." I said throatily. I pushed my lips onto his, utterly enjoying every second of the amazing contact. Phil ran his tongue on my bottom lip and I made a small gap, just big enough for Phil's tongue to dart inside and tangle erotically with mine. I moaned into his mouth and immediatelyi flashed back to when I'd been talking to PJ earlier. *** "Peej, I think I'm in love with him. I can't stand it anymore. I don't wanna be afraid. I wanna be Phil's. That's it. I'm just gonna be Phil's. He'll be mine and I'll be his an everything will be perfect." I finished. PJ cracked a big grin. "Of course, but Dan, what if he doesn't like you back?" PJ asked rationally. "Oh yeah..." I trailed off. I hadn't thought about Phil not liking me back. "Probably something logical like slit my wrists or something." I blurted. PJ blanched. " Honestly? Dan, even if Phil wasn't in love with you, he still loves you. A lot. That would destroy him." PJ paused. "Does he mean that much to you?" he added. I nodded. "Yes PJ, he's my world. My air, my sunlight, my water, everything. He's my anchor, my dreams, my faith and my trust. He's the reason I'm breathing right this very moment." "Tell him. I don't care how but tell him. Tell him exactly what you told me and if he doesn't believe you, slam him into a wall and kiss him till he's begging for more. Make it everything he's ever wanted. And you better be getting ready to eat a placenta." PJ added. *** I suddenly came back to reality when I realised that Phil was grinding on me. Not very g-rated but I couldn't help but moan, quite loudly too. I pulled away from his lips and looked at his amazing face. He was flustered, sweat sticking his fringe to his forehead. But the blood that coloured his cheeks only made him look more adorable, more sweet and to be honest, more fuckable. I wanted to see that same face, under me as I rocked him into the night. His eyes squinted shut. shut and fingers knotted in my hair, shouting my name as I sent him over the edge- "Dan, I..." Phil blustered. I looked down at the front of his pants and I saw a very defined bulge that had not been there when we sat down. I smiled and palmed him through his pants. He but his lip to keep from moaning. "C'mon babe, I'll help you with that." I kissed his lips and hugged him tightly. He stood up, walking awkwardly into our room. "Dan, I've never... Not from you." He continued. He sounded embarrassed. "Babe, it's alright! It's completely natural. Let's just help you out. It looks painful." Phil nodded. He laid down on my bed. I yanked off bottoms, but slid them down slowly and gently over the bulge. He moaned as my hand glided over the pale skin of the inside of his thighs. (UNDER THIRTEEN YEAR OLDS STOP READING NOW!) "Do you want me to... Suck you off?" I asked. Phil sat up. "You'd do that? For me?" " Well yeah. I helped cause this problem, I'll fix it. Here just let me get you all the way, huh?" I said. This was as much for me as it was for him. I pulled the boxers down and was surprised by Phil's length. It was... Incredible. "Philip, how even?" I exclaimed. " I'm sorry, just forget it." he stammered. Phil tried to pull his boxers back up but I held his hand. "No, I'm gonna do this for you." I said. Phil nodded and laid back down. I wrapped my hand around his length and pumped it a few times. In no time his dick was completely hard and pre-cum was spilling from the top. He was moaning, gripping the sheets and writhing around. "Sit up babe. Actually, I'm probably gonna need you to stand up." I said. Phil nodded, unable to exercise his ability to talk. I knelt on my knees, licked one stripe up the underneath, and took Phil in my mouth. As soon as I had him, Phil moaned extremely loudly. My mouth knew just what to do, my tongue swirled around his head and I bobbed my head back in forth. He thrusted his hips, deep throating me. I gagged slightly and he almost withdrew but I pushed myself farther, bobbing my head. He moaned, fisting his hands in my air. He kept thrusting, then he gasped and hit his load into me. I swallowed all of it, savouring his taste. He shyly pulled his boxers up and helped me to my feet. "That was incredible." Phil gasped. "No problem babe. It was literally my pleasure." " You didn't have to swallow all of it, you know?" Phil said weakly. "But I did and its okay. Just calm down babe." I said. He nodded but he was shaking and I could see him letting his mind get ahead if him. " Phil-" I started. But then I noticed the composition book out of place. Phil's eyes darted to the same place. He blushed and I gasped. "You read it?" I exclaimed. "I'm sorry..." (A/N Cliffhanger! Whoops. Don't know what happened there... Hope you enjoyed though! See ya later dude!) PHAN-(Probably my OTP <3333) InterroBANG <3 Chapter 9- Making it Easier (AmaaaaaazingPhiiiiil!) "You read it?" Dan exclaimed. "I'm sorry..." I whispered. "I came in to get my phone and I saw it and I just... Something came over me and I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry." " Phil, do you have any idea..." he paused, " How much easier that makes things!?" Dan finished excitedly. "Whaaaaat?" I said. "Now I don't have to explain! You just know. But I suppose it won't make any difference." he trailed off. "Make any difference how?" I asked. Dan pulled me to him, wrapping an arm around my waist. " You don't want to date me?" He sad, leaving the end bit up like a question. I was taken aback. Then I smiled. "Lemme think... Hm yes!" I exclaimed. Dan screeched in delight and kissed me. I kissed him back, loving the fact that this wasn't strictly forbidden anymore. Dan pulled away, just smiling at me. "Oh my god... You'll be my boyfriend? Right now?" I nodded. "Yes yes yes! A million times yes!" Dan picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist and we twirled around his room,no,our room. "Philip Michael Lester is my boyfriend!!!" Dan screeched. "Just think how jealous those girls are now." he whispered. "Not nearly as they are of me! My boyfriend is Daniel James Howell for crying out loud!" I replied. "Say that again..." Dan said, his voice suddenly raspy. "My boyfriend is Daniel James Howell." I said softly. It sounded amazing. "That's the best sentence I've ever heard." (A/N ZOMGSCAN!!! YAY!!!! Hum well I hope you liked it!) PHAN-(Probably my OTP <3333) InterroBANG <3 Chapter 10- Boyfriends <333 ( danisnotonfire :D) Phil was too excited to consider sleeping. So I had him put his pajamas on, he actually ended up with a pair of sweats on that actually belonged to me. He cuddled into my side when we finally got back in the lounge to finish the movie. "Dannnnn. I'm hungry!" Phil whined. "We'll eat the Chinese alright?" I said, kissing his forehead. He felt hot, sweat beading on the top near his hairline. "Dan, I want pizza!" Phil pouted, his lip jutting out. "Oh pizza huh? You want pizza?" I asked, tickling his tummy. "You want pizza, kitten boy? Well we'll get you a pizza then won't we?" Phil laughed, leaped on my lap and kissed me all over, except my lips. "Hey, you missed a spot!" I complained. Phil grinned mischievously and backed up, getting off my lap. "Call my pizza!" Phil said. I laughed and fished my cell phone from my jeans and dialled the pizza place. "Hey yes can I get a pepperoni and a," I looked to Phil who mouthed 'thin cheese', " and a thin cheese please." "Alright, that'll be twenty two pounds. Delivery or carry-out? " The smooth voice of a teenage girl asked. "Delivery please." I pulled Phil'a hand into mine an striped his thumb. He sighed happily, squishing into my side. "Name for the order?" she asked quietly. "Hum Daniel Lester." I said. Phil jerked his head. "Thank you, your order will be ready in fifteen minutes." She said before clicking off. I put my phone in my pocket and pulled the older boy in my lap. "Lester, huh?" Phil said, throwing his arms around my neck. His skin on mine felt heavenly. "Well it is my boyfriend's name isn't it?" I laughed. "I believe you promised me something." I pointed to my lips and puckered up. Phil smiled and happily pressed his lips to mine. I loved it. He tugged my lip with his teeth and bit down slightly. I moaned involuntarily and Phil laughed into my mouth. He pulled away and just settled into my lap. "Hey, Dan?" Phil asked after a few minutes of just watching the film. "Yes, love?" I pecked his forehead. "You love me right?" "What? Of course I love you! I live for you!" I exclaimed. "Okay... I just wanted to make sure. Sorry." he whispered. "Don't be sorry darling. It's okay. Yes, I love you. I've always loved you and I always will." I kissed his nose and tried to relay all the feelings I held in my chest to him. I wanted him to know that my heart beat for him. He smiled weakly at me. Then his pouty look was replaced by a yawn. "Phil, lemme up, I'm gonna get my pajamas and a blanket okay baby?" I kissed his head and hurried up the stairs. (Two Weeks Later) Phil and I were watching Doctor Who, his head was in my lap and I was playing with his hair. He kept leaning up and kissing my lips. They were actually sore... But then again, so was Phil so I guess this was Phil's pay back to me... I was twisting the hair behind his ear when he looked up at me. "Dan," he whispered weakly, "you love me, right?" I shivered. "What kind of question is that?" I demanded. "You know-" " I knew it! You don't. This has all been a lie. The best two weeks of my life have been, have been A LIE!!!" Phil yelled, wrenching himself away from me. His whole body was shaking with the rag in his small body. "This was all because you felt sorry for me, wasn't it?" "Phil, honey, calm down. That's not true. Remember? I asked you out. I love you, I love you, I love you. Honestly. Please, I love you. Listen to me." Phil backed against a wall, his arms crossed across his chest. "No you don't! You don't! I'm not worth you, I don't deserve you. Leave me ALONE!" Phil ran upstairs, sobbing loudly. I heard his door slam and I knew he'd locked the door so I sank into the floor. Where the HELL had that came from? Only seconds previously, we'd been cuddling and kissing. But now he was convinced that he didn't deserve me... Something in him had snapped. I knew Phil wouldn't relent for a while so I went to get some cereal. But we didn't have any milk so I ran to the lift. I saw myself in the mirror but my reflection looked different without Phil's next to him... Ugh, I was getting slaphappy. Finally, the lift ended its descent and I could leave in search of milk. *** MILK DANCE*** I lugged two kilograms of milk up the short bit of stairs into the building. The lift ride took like it took twelve billion years. I texted Phil to tell him that I was home, that I loved him, and I asked him to open the door. But he didn't respond so I had to set the milk down and fished my keys from my pocket, humming some random song. Finally the lock caught and I picked up the milk and got inside. I put it away, made a bowl of Country Crisp, crunching every bit slowly. "Phil? Philly, babe are you okay?" I called, walking up the stairs. I didn't hear anything. "Phil? Love, answer me!" I saw Phil's door at the end of the hallway, slightly ajar. I walked slowly to the door and knocked. No reply. "Phil, I'm coming in." I pushed the door open. Phil was laying on the floor, deathly pale. His life blood was pouring from two deep slashes going up both forearms. "Oh my god! Phil!"
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