You unlock the door to your apartment and walk inside expecting to see your boyfriend making a video or messing around on tumblr, but it is surprisingly quiet. You see a note on the counter from Dan it read ‘Hey babe went to see Phil I’ll be back soon.” You set the note back down and walked over to the refrigerator. You decided to get started on dinner so you grab what you need to prepare the food. Half-way through cooking your phone starts ringing, you look at it a it a number you haven't seen before. You click the answer button and put the phone to your ear.
“Hello?” You question.
“Hey babe it’s Dan, can you come down to the police station?”
“What? Why?” You panic and start to get your stuff together.
“It was just a little mix-up...”
“Yea I’m leaving now.” You grab the keys and head out the door.
When you finally get to the police station you run in there. You locate the receptionist desk and walk up to it.
“Is there a Dan Howell here?”
“Oh yes he is in the back. Just go right down that hall and to the left.” She said pointing at a dark blue door.
“Thank you.” You walk down the hall the florescent lights burning your eyes. You see the door and open it and there sits Dan and Phil looking so guilty. “What did you two do?” You ask as you walk over to them and a muscular man in a police uniform stares at you.
“It was nothing just a misunderstanding.” Phil said and looked up at you. Dan stood up and gave you a reassuring smile.
“We were filming part of a video and turns out we weren't suppose to be filming there.”
“Then that one got all defensive and I arrested them.” The cop said and pointed at Phil.
“Whatever come on lets go.” I said while heading for the door.
“They can’t leave till morning.” The cop stated.
“Ugh... Okay I’ll see you jailbirds tomorrow.” You turned around and walked out.
You get back home and you smell something burning. Turns out you left the stove on. Thank god the apartment didn’t catch on fire. You clean up the mess you made from the burnt meal and head off to bed. You change into some sweatpants and Dan’s ‘The Joker’ tee-shirt. You climb into the bed you and Dan share, but you can’t seem to get comfortable. It has been a while since you haven't had Dan laying next to you. You end up tossing and turning all night and not getting any sleep. You get out of bed at like nine in the morning. You drag yourself to the kitchen but realize you are to tired to make any food. You also remember you mad cooking skills from last night and decide probably wouldn’t be the safest choice.
Around noon you get in the car and drive to pick up Dan and Phil. When you get there the receptionist says they have already been picked up. You call Dan and he says that Phil’s mum picked them up that morning. You hang up the phone without saying anything else. You are now super irritated from lack of information and sleep. When you get home you see dan sitting on the sofa and the apartment a mess.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” You are beyond pissed off and way to exhausted.
“What?” Dan looks up with a confused look on his face.
“You are so irresponsible! You got arrested last night and this morning you didn’t even call me to say you got a ride.” You yelled.
“How is it my fault we got locked up in jail last night?!” He got up and looked at you. “Okay, look I’m sorry... I know I should of called you but I figured you were asleep and I should of cleaned up, but I am so exhausted. I couldn’t sleep without you last night.” He did look extremely tired.
“I couldn’t sleep last night either.” You looked down and realized you still had your pajamas on. “Hence my attire...” Dan chuckled at this and walked over to you and hugged you.
“I think you look sexy in my shirts.” He whispered in your ear. He looked at you and kissed you passionately and then carried you bridal style to the room the both of you share. Dan sets you on the bed and begins to kiss you again. You roll over so you are straddling him and go back to kissing him.
Time skip...
You wake up to Dan’s arms wrapped around you and your head on his chest. You look up to seen Dan smiling at you.
“Hey there beautiful.”
“What happened last night?”
“You fell asleep when we were kissing.” Dan chuckles as he says this.
“Sorry I was just so ti...”
“I know and it okay.” he squeezes you and the gets out of bed. “I’m going to make you some breakfast.”
I Never Said I Hated You - Phil Lester (AmazingPhil) One Shot
A/N: Before we get started, I just wanted to say that this one shot is an entry for danhowellimaginefics's contest (btw, go check her out, she's an awesome writer)! I also had a dream that gave me some inspiration for this, so let's see how it turns out!
"How is it my fault we got locked in jail for the night?!" I retorted, glaring at Phil.
"You started it!" He glared back. I stared at him in disbelief. He was really going to blame this on me?!
Okay, you're probably wondering how this happened? Let me explain, I guess I'd best start at the very beginning...
I guess you could say I'm a lot like my brother in most ways. We have the same dark brown hair and brown eyes, the same sense of humor, we like the same music, shows and games. We were extremely close growing up, and are still really close now. To be honest, there are only really three main differences. The first being our gender, the second being our age, and the third being our opinion on his best friend.
I first met Phil Lester all the way back in 2009, when he and Dan started talking over the internet. Phil's YouTube channel, AmazingPhil, had already been going for three years. I wasn't really into YouTube, so I'd only seen what had been playing when I hung out with Dan. At this point, I would've been 16, and was obviously going out a lot more. So, the first time Phil saw me was in a motherfucking towel with no makeup on and my hair soaking wet. I didn't quite expect to see my brother with a stranger in the living room as I walked through singing to get a drink from the kitchen. I immediately screamed and ran back upstairs shouting "DANIEL, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Of course, I got dressed and made myself look presentable before going back down and hitting Dan. "You could've told me you had someone in! Why weren't you in your room anyway?"
"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Please don't hurt me! I was gonna come up and knock your door in a minute, sorry! Hey, you look nice. Where are you going?" He apologised.
"Thanks, just to Beth's." I replied.
"Oh, okay. Urm, yeah, this is Phil. Phil, this is my sister (Y/N)." Dan said, introducing me to the 'stranger' sat next to him. Like I said, I didn't really watch YouTube videos, so this was the first time I'd properly seen him. The first thing I noticed was how blue his eyes were, and then how black his hair was, even if it was probably dyed. And, to be honest, he was gorgeous. But ew, no, crushing on one of my brother's friends would not be good, so I pushed it aside and introduced myself before hugging Dan and leaving.
As Dan and Phil became best friends, I started seeing a lot more of Phil, and then a lot less of Dan. I was not happy when Dan announced his choice of moving to Manchester to go to Uni there. But, of course, I didn't show it. He was happy, and I needed to be supportive of him, even if I was going to miss him like crazy. Phil came over to help him move out, and I made the mistake of picking up a box, not knowing it was full of Dan's very heavy video games collection. Which then resulted in me trying not to drop it, struggling down the corridor from Dan's room. "Here, let me." Phil then appeared beside me and took the heavy box from me.
"Oh, are you sure?" I smiled.
"Yeah, it's fine." He grinned back, and then I noticed how nice his smile was. Like, it reached his eyes and they sparkled an- whoa, whoa! No, ew, no crushing on brother's friends, especially brother's best friend. Plus, I was 16 and Phil was 22. There was 6 years between us; as if anything would ever happen even if I did like him. But anyway, I thanked him and grabbed Dan's box of stuffed animals, because he's just a giant baby inside. We got downstairs and dumped the boxes by the front door, and I was just about to go back upstairs, when I tripped on the wire from Dan's straighteners he'd just left out. Somehow, I'd also ended up taking down Phil with me, and landed straight on him. I couldn't tell you how long we lay there staring into each other's eyes.
"Phil! Are you fucking helping or not?!" Dan called jokingly from upstairs. We suddenly jolted back into reality and I jumped off him quickly with an apology, both of us going back to what we were doing.
And after that, we didn't really have much contact. And if we did, it wasn't very good. I had no idea why, but Phil just either didn't talk to me, or did when necessary and only said what he had to. And I guess after a while, I stopped trying to be nice back. I stopped smiling when we accidentally caught each other's eye, or trying to start a conversation in the rare moments we were left in a room alone. And, in the end, we just stopped talking all together. And I grew angry and Phil. Who was he to push me aside? Just because I was his best friend's 'younger annoying sister', why did that mean we couldn't even talk or be friends? Of course I hadn't expected us to have a relationship, a small crush was all it was, and he really had to ignore me because he thought I may like him? Well, it was a small crush, but it turns out, not talking to someone makes for a lot of awkward silence and weird stares and glares. Which makes you notice a lot about a person, and he was so sweet in his videos, whenever he wasn't with me really. And from this I finally had to admit it to myself at 20 years of age, I was in love with Phil Lester. And then to mask this, I covered up my love with the only thing I could think of, the opposite. Hate. So, I was in love with my brother's best friend and my 'sworn enemy'. Yay!
Of course, Dan picked up on the tension between us. He, like me, couldn't see why we couldn't just get along. I would've been happy with just being his friend, for crying out loud! So, Dan took to meeting me when he knew Phil wouldn't be around. I felt a bit guilty for taking Dan away from Phil at times, but then I remembered that he hated me for no reason and he lived with him, so it didn't bother me too much. But, sometimes we've all gotta face things we don't want to, and so I wasn't sure how to feel when Phil stormed into his and Dan's apartment, soaking wet and shivering, interrupting our games session. "DIE BITCH!" I shouted, using my super fire Mario suit to launch fireballs at, and kill, Bowser. But Bowser ducked and the fireballs rebounded on Mario (me) and Luigi (Dan).
"Ahh, fuck!" I pouted when we were killed and lost our final lives, making the 'game over' signal on the screen.
"This games sucks anyway." Dan replied, throwing his controller down, turning and jumping at the sight of a soaking wet Phil standing in the doorway.
"Hey, it's raining out there." He said to Dan, offering me a scowl, which I returned.
"Well, no shit. Go get in the shower and put on some dry clothes, I'll make tea." Dan laughed as Phil retreated from the living room and into the bathroom. "You want some?" Dan asked, turning to me.
"Nah, I'd best be going anyway. It's getting late." I said, standing up.
"(Y/N), have you not looked out the window? And did you not just see Phil? As if there's any way I'm letting you walk out of here in this weather." And here comes protective older brother again. Resisting the urge the say 'I'd rather not look at Phil', I sighed and moved the curtain out of the way, only to see torrential rain.
"I guess I'm staying the night then..." I sighed, walking into their kitchen and helping Dan with the tea.
"What?! Since when?!" Phil exclaimed from the doorway... in nothing but a towel. Oh shit, I guess it's my revenge from the first time we met.
"Since I don't wanna go out in torrential rain, and Dan wouldn't let me." I sighed. "Trust me, I'm not too happy staying with you either, love." I rolled my eyes, grabbing the sugar and milk.
"Fine then, love. You can sleep on the sofa." Phil said, grabbing his mug and adding his own sugar and milk. Dan rolled his eyes at both of us.
"If all three of us are gonna survive, you both need to stop fucking arguing! Nobody's sleeping on the sofa. (Y/N) can share my room, it's not like we haven't before. It's just one night." He announced before going back into the living room with his tea and assuming the 'internet position', where we'd all stay till about 4am. I huffed loudly and followed him, pulling my macbook out of my bag and going onto Tumblr. Phil then came in, fully dressed, and also grabbed his macbook. It was really quiet, and there was an awkward tension. It was weird, until my phone rang. Since all three of us have iPhones, we all grabbed around until we knew whose it was.
"It's mine! And it's Zoe." I said. Zoe, or Zoella to the YouTube world, was introduced to me back at SitC last year, and me, her and Carrie had really hit it off. "Hey Zo, what's up?"
"Hey, you're with Dan and Phil, right?" She asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"Well, a bunch of us are going out, we wanted to know if you three wanted to come."
"Zoe, have you not seen the weather?" I laughed.
"We'll be inside at the club anyway, you guys can get a taxi down here. Pleeease?" She asked, and I could picture her pouting from the other end of the line.
"Who with?" I sighed.
"Yay! Uhh, me, Joe (her brother), Alfie (PointlessBlogTV), PJ (KickThePJ), Chris (crabstickz), Jack and Finn (JacksGap), Carrie (ItsWayPastMyBedtime), Alex (nerimon), Charlie (charlieissocoollike), Luke (LukeIsNotSexy) and I think Emma (EmmaBlackery)."
"Okay, I'll ask them and call you back." I smiled, hanging up and looking to the expectant faces of my brother and Phil. "Zoe asked if we wanted to go out? It's her, Joe, Alfie, PJ, Chris, Jack, Finn, Carrie, Alex, Charlie, Luke and Emma."
"Sounds fun." Dan said, and I nodded. Anything to get away from these awkward silences.
"Wait, why did she invite you? You're not a YouTuber?" Phil frowned.
"Because, we happen to be good friends. And plus, she's bringing Joe, he's not a YouTuber." I retorted, resisting the urge to poke my tongue out at the end.
"Is that a yes then?" He nodded so I called Zoe back. "Hey, we're in. I do have one problem though."
"Yeah?" She responded.
"I'm at Dan's, I have nothing to wear..."
"Hmm... what are you wearing now?"
"Skinny jeans, a Drop Dead tank, Converses and a hoodie."
"Hmmm, lose the hoodie, cut the jeans into shorts and re-do your makeup." She laughed over the phone. All I needed were scissors, which Dan would have and makeup, which I always had with me just in case.
"Zoe, you're a lifesaver. What time are we meeting you?"
"In an hour by that club near Trafalgar Square." She said, so I agreed and we hung up. I told the guys the plan and we got ready before grabbing a cab to the club, meeting everyone there.
The night was going great, I hadn't had to speak or even look at Phil all evening, and the rain had let up too. It got to around 1 am, and we were all quite tipsy. The only people left were now me, Dan, Phil, Jack, Finn and Chris. Dan, Jack and Chris had disappeared onto the dancefloor, leaving me, Finn and Phil making awkward small talk. I had only met Jack and Finn once before tonight, and you already know the situation with Phil. "I'm gonna go to the loo." I announced, and they nodded, so I excused myself and made my way to the club toilets. I was about halfway back to where our table was, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked back, expecting it to be Dan or someone. But instead I was met with a clearly drunk guy around my age. "Hi? Can I help you?" I said, trying to be polite, but at the same time moving my shoulder away from his grip.
"Yeah babe, you can help me alright." He smirked, winking. Oh great, some wannabe hotshot looking for an easy lay.
"Sorry, but no thanks." I rolled my eyes and made my way back to the table, where it was just Phil now.
"Aww come on babe, you know you want it." Oh great, he'd followed me.
"No, you think I want it. Piss off." I sighed, sitting down and sipping more of my drink.
"Honey, you're playing like you have a choice." He then grabbed my arm and yanked me up. I was about to kick him where it hurts, but I was already out of his grip, standing behind Phil?!
"Get the fuck off of her, creep!" And then he punched him in the face for good measure. Um, whoa. That was the only time I've ever heard Phil swear. And he defended me? The girl he hates for no reason? This night just gets weirder and weirder. Phil went over to Dan and said something, which resulted in Dan near on sprinting over to me.
"Are you okay?! Shit, I'm so sorry (Y/N)! I shouldn't have left you!"
"Dan, I'm fine. I'm 20. C'mon, let's just get out of here." I sighed, and with a goodbye to Jack, Finn and Chris, we were outside.
"Oi, big shot." We turned to see the guy that had grabbed me and that Phil had punched. He immediately punched Phil back, which led to a full on fight in the streets.
"Phil, leave it, he's not worth it." I tugged at his arm but he carried on fighting. And then the police showed up.
Which leads us to now, sitting alone with Phil in a crummy cell, having gone back to hating each other.
"How is it my fault we got locked in jail for the night?!" I retorted, glaring at Phil.
"You started it!" He glared back. I stared at him in disbelief. He was really going to blame this on me?!
"Oh yes, Phil! I clearly asked that guy to come onto me and to follow me around. And I definitely begged you to punch him and start a fight!" I shouted sarcastically.
"Well, considering what you're wearing, I wasn't surprised! You look like a tart!" He exclaimed.
"I'm a fucking tart?! How the fuck did you get that impression?! I can't believe you just said that! I hate you, Phil Lester!" I screamed. All of a sudden, he changed. The anger left his body and he no longer looked like he wanted to murder me. He looked... sad?
"Y-you hate me?" He whispered. He seemed genuinely shocked. I raised an eyebrow. Sure, we'd never voiced it out loud, but I didn't see any other emotion suitable for how we treated each other.
"Of course I hate you! You hate me for no bloody reason, so what am I supposed to do?! I stopped trying to be nice after a while, Phil!"
"I, I never said I hated you." He said quietly.
"What, so all those times you ignored me, or made snarky comments, those were tokens of friendship?!" I snorted. "In fact, why did you even punch that guy tonight? It's not like you care, you're not my friend and you're certainly not my boyfriend." I sighed. He just shrugged. "Phil, answer me! You can't just shrug your way out of this! If you don't hate me, then what have these past four years been?!"
"I like you. And you're gonna think I'm crazy, I probably am, but it's true. I knew you wouldn't like me back, I'm your brother's dorky friend. Plus, I'm six years older than you and Dan would murder me in my sleep. You deserve a guy your own age anyway, with a proper job and all that other stuff. And I couldn't let Dan find out I liked you, even if we were friends I was afraid I'd do or say something to let it slip. So I realised it'd be safer to hate you, that way we wouldn't talk and I could get over it. But that backfired, because it's four years later and I'm still pretty much in love with you. And now I've done everything to drive you away, there's no way you could like me after all I've said to you. And Dan would still murder me in my sleep. I'm sorry. You can't help who you fall in love with."
"It's true, you can't help who you fall in love with. Which is why I hated the fact I'd fallen in love with you. The one person I couldn't have, the one who hated me. But it doesn't matter anyway. It doesn't change the fact we're six years apart and Dan would not approve." I sighed, still shocked by his outburst.
"But it does change the fact we no longer 'hate' each other, and that Dan doesn't have to know. If he doesn't know, he can't disapprove."
"Phil, I think I've corrupted your innocent mind." I giggled.
"Nope, you just removed the innocent cover." He replied, also giggling. During our conversation, we'd moved closer together and were now sitting shoulder to shoulder instead of opposite corners of the small excuse for a room. I took a chance and grabbed his hand, smiling when he intertwined our fingers. "I'm sorry for what I said earlier, too. You don't look like a tart, you're beautiful."
"Thanks, Phil. So, where does this leave us?"
"Wherever you want it to leave us." Phil said, and so I closed the small gap between us, grinning when he kissed back.
"I like this destination."
"Me too, let's stay here for a while." And then he kissed me again. I would worry about consequences later, here and now is what mattered.
