Genre: Fluff? I don't really know. Late night cuddling?
So this was written pretty late and i apologize for any and all mistakes. I woke up from a dream and just couldn't get the thought of Phil talking to Dan about changing his hair out of my mind so i decided to write something. I’m sure this is terrible but its late and i’m tired so I’m posting it anyway.
Per usual, it was almost 3am when Dan decided to head to bed after some late night Internet binging. However, walking into the room, the last thing he expected to see was Phil sitting up as he had gone ahead to bed a few hours prior. Continuing to walk into the room, Dan could see that Phil was just staring off into space and hadn’t even noticed him yet. He walked the rest of the way to the bed and slowly sat down near the end so he didn’t frighten the other. Upon feeling the bed shift, Phil turned towards Dan and smiled a little. “Decided to join me after all?” he asked.
Dan’s brows drew together with concern as he looked back at Phil “it’s been 2 hours since you said you were going to bed. Have you been zoned out this whole time?” he questioned.
He watched as Phil’s eyebrows shot up and he glanced at the time display on his phone beside him. “I guess so. I was just thinking and I guess I got a little side tracked” he replied sheepishly.
Dan climbed into the bed beside him and pulled Phil towards his chest. Dan asked, “What has you thinking at 3am instead of sleeping?”
Snuggling closer Phil sighed, “My hair. I know its just hair but I’m worried about cutting it tomorrow. What if people don’t like it and they stop watching me? Am I really still AmazingPhil without the fringe?”
Dan lightly pushed Phil back far enough he could see his face and ran a hand through Phil’s hair, leaving his fringe pushed back. “I know it’s scary to change things but a lot of the time the change is a good thing. Remember how much you had to reassure me when I first stopped straightening my hair?” he asked. Phil shook his head yes, so Dan continued, “I was so afraid of how people would react because I had spent so long hating it, but in the end you convinced me it would be ok and I think it turned out for the better. At the very least my hair is definitely healthier” Dan chuckled. He pulled Phil back to his chest and the two snuggled down under the duvet. “Plus look at it this way, I’ve seen you with a quiff for years and I still think you’re pretty fit” Dan laughed.
Phil snorted as he let out a breath. “Yeah I guess you’re right. You embraced your hobbit-ness and everyone still likes you. Maybe being fringeless won’t be so bad” Phil said followed by a yawn.
Dan pressed a kiss to Phil’s forehead as he said “Phil with a quiff is going to be just as amazing as Phil with a fringe. If you really don’t like it, you can always change it again.”
Phil made a small hum of acknowledgment as he drifted off. Dan just smiled. He knew Phil would be ok and he would be by him every step of the way to remind him.
this is my second ever fanfic i wrote. (sorry for bad spelling or grammar not the best at it)
Chapter 1:
(Phil's POV)
It was the first day of the new school I just moved to. I had to move schools because I got badly physically bullied. At this new school I'm going to try to not draw much attention to myself. I'm just gonna keep my head low and not speak. Here we go.
As my mom dropped me off at the front of the school she says "Have fun." I don't reply thinking I could never have fun. I slowly walk to the door at this new school where no one knows who I am and where I will start fresh, hopefully. I slowly put my hand out reaching for the door. As I slowly open it I step in. All i hear it kids yelling, and talking to their group of friends. The warning bell rings so I reach into my binder to grab my new schedule. First hour I have science in room 201. I walk up the stairs glancing at every room trying to find 201. Finally I find it. I slowly walk in and see everyone talking to there friends and I try to find an empty spot in the back. Then I hear the bell, first hour is starting, here we go.
1st hour ended, and soon did 2nd, 3rd, and 4th. They were fine, I stayed quiet, and no one noticed me like I had hoped. I walked out into the hallway and handsome guy getting beaten up. He had brown hair about my length and beautiful brown eyes. The guys in the football jerseys beating him up we're screaming things like "Faggot", "Kill yourself", and "You are a useless piece of shit". These were all similar to the stuff that was said to me at my old school so I felt bad for him because I knew how he felt. I wanted to go help because he was very cute and I don't like seeing other people get hurt. I wondered if he was gay I got called gay but it was because I am gay. Sometimes people would be called gay without actually being gay though. I didn't want to bring attention to myself but them hurting the cute brown eyed boy hurt me. I finally speak up.
-Not done, don't know what to write next? HALP MEH PLZ‽
”Phil?” Dan called from the sofa in their livingroom, which was his regular internet browsing-spot. He was currently editing a video he had filmed earlier this snow-covered day.
“Phil!” he called again, and the following, very familiar sound of footsteps in the hallway made him straighten himself as he looked up to meet Phil’s gaze.
“Could you come and look at this, it’s done but I’m not completely satisfied with how it came out.” Phil walked into the room and sat down beside his flatmate in the Sofa, getting some butterflies in his stomach, and immediately feeling guilty and dirty about it; and not in a good way. Dan started the freshly edited video, and Phil observed but didn’t really concentrate. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get his mind off Dan’s arm slightly touching his, and the same with their legs.
He snapped out of it after about 10 seconds into the video and quickly said “I’m sorry could you start it over, I was thinking about something else” He got an unbothered “Sure.” as an answer. Yet again, his mind drifted off, imagining things.
“Oh sorry, I did it again” He said, causing Dan to snicker, showing he wasn’t annoyed. Phil smiled awkwardly and leaned his head back onto the sofa.
“What’s gotten into you, Phil? You’ve been slightly off recently.” Dan said, closing his laptop and looking at Phil who looked up at the ceiling.
“I’m just tired, don’t worry about it Dan.”
“Are you sure? Because if there’s something you want to say or whatever then don’t go around and dwell on it, all right?” Phil’s eyes met Dan’s and the flapping of the butterflies instantly got more intense. Dan looked genuinely worried which made Phil happy; it meant that Dan was being honest. Not that he usually lied, but it just reassured it.
Phil opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He closed it again in sync with his eyelids, and opened them again, just to meet Dan’s gaze all over again. “I’m- ” He started, trying to force out something that desperate to both stay in and come out. “I think… ” He said slowly, feeling the words on his tongue. “… I’m in love.” He felt blood rush to his cheeks, his hands slightly shaking. Dan smiled widely, showing off his white teeth.