"Phil," Dan said loudly from her bedroom, "Can you come here for a moment? There is something I have to show you in here."
"Bring it in here," Phil replied, but Dan listened to him coming into the room and stare at it, "Did you or did someone sneak in and do that?"
Dan looked up at Phil from where he sat scrolling on his bed and smiled gently. It was time, but Dan knew how to do it.
"They already know," Dan said without any background information given to loving Phil.
"What? Who knows what?" Phil asked confused as he took a seat on the bed as he spoke.
"You don't see it day after day; them showing the unseen truth at everyone. They knew it before—I did," Dan replied; getting closer to Phil with his laptop ready to use.
It had been Carrie's idea. She had talked to Dan that morning about how to do it and all, but with her guidance he was doing it now. He kept a hand on his keyboard while putting an arm around Phil gently. Phil's eyes glistened in the light they were in.
"I think I do, but I don't want to be wrong," Phil's voice said softly; their eyes meeting over the distance—even if it was short and close.
Dan felt his phone buzz and smiled even more for he knew who had texted him. It was Carrie confirming it all, but he'd respond later about it.
"What would that be? I won't want to be wrong either," Dan asked; clicking his keyboard and pushing it besides them.
"Is it something to do with the fans and them all?" Phil replied; nuzzling up to Dan who let him do so.
"Possibly. They've gotten… us to this point… together," Dan said; accenting what was needed to progress.
A smile touched Phil's fringed face as he spoke.
"I think I know… It is about us, isn't it?" Phil asked as Dan pushed the fringe out of the way carefully.
"Possibly. We met in 2009 and here we are today. Overtime, I learned about us and why I liked you when… I met you for—I think this song speaks better than I can," Dan replied; increasing the volume with an extended hand and kissed Phil's nose while doing so.
"Dan," Phil said, "I know what you mean and I've… thought the same for a while now… I've always known that…"
Dan took a breath, held it, and then blew out gladly for it was the right link and piece of music.
"Hello, how are you, my darling today?" Dan began to sing; pulling himself from the bed to his feet and fall back down onto the bed.
Phil's cheeks blushed a rosy red color; particularly blocked by his fringe. Dan pulled Phil up from the wrinkled bed and its sheets and led him to it near the window where he had put it.
"This is the sweetest thing ever, Dan," Phil was about to continue before going on a quick side-trail, "It's snowing! So magical and so timely!"
Dan smiled and relaxed; pulled Phil under it with an awkward arm pull. His leg pulled in the beanbag chair before dipping Phil down awkwardly and kissing him without hesitation. Phil's hands held Dan up straight before letting go and letting them fall upon the beanbag chair on top of each other; laughing happily together.
"I love you Phillip Michael Lester. You are always amazing to me," Dan said with a relaxed smile; arms around each other happily.
"Daniel James Howell, I love you too," Phil replied, "If you were on fire, I'd put you out so you're not on fire."
They laughed and cuddled. Somewhere off at the West End Theater, a giddy Carrie had an after-show cuddle and cheer with a happy and handsome Pete. She had helped to rig a Go-Pro above them in it with Dan that morning.
"Was it-," Pete began, but Carrie came in quickly.
"Of course, it was Prince Charming. Men don't do love. It's like empty chairs and empty tables; doesn't make sense nor would ever happen without a lady to help."