Dans POV
while Dan was finishing editing his recent Christmas video at early hours of the morning, he was just using the light of his computer careful not to wake Phil across the hallway.
just as he finishes, he is about to switch off his computer, when he hears a frightened whimper. Saving his new video, grabbing his phone for light he makes his way to Phil's room to check what the commotion was. as he come closer to Phil door, he see its partially open, and can hear the sheets from Phil's bed being thrashed around from having a constant assault of his limbs. as I know not to wake someone that is having a nightmare I creep as quietly as I can to Phil's bed, hearing the crying get louder and louder. He is sound asleep, tears streaming down his beautifully pale face, his normally perfect hair is everywhere and somewhat wet. out of the bed Phils hand is scrunched into a fist. I take a seat next to his back and just rest my hand on his back, hoping that feeling the contact his nightmare would subside from knowing someone is there for him.
I was wrong, he starts screaming, the moonlight creeping through the hole in the curtains are catching every tear to roll down the terrified boys face, his mesmerizing blue eyes, now crying out their oceans.
'how often does this happen?' he wonders to himself 'does he have these a lot and is just to proud of a person to tell me?' starting to feel guilty about not diving deeper into his best friend life, his thoughts interupted by the cries of having enough of his friends struggling he grabs lion, and puts him in on his chest, near his neck and inches Phils tense body onto his lap his head resting on his legs. He runs his fingers through his hair in a comforting manor, as he does this the cries start to subside, to Dans relief. as he rests his head on the wall hi eyelids start to get heavy and eventually close fully still with his fingers intertwined with Phils hair.