Well hi, I'm new here and this is the first story I'm uploading :) I hope you like it...yeah. Enjoy3
PHIL'S POV:
Dan and I sat on the floor with the long rectangular box sitting in front of us. We were filming ourselves put together a wardrobe for the new flat we had just moved into. We had moved from Manchester to London.
I was across from him, each of us on either ends of the box. "How are we gonna do this?" I inquired, and Dan started pulling the box and making weird noises. He didn't reply and we got some scissors to cut open the box. We began laying out the pieces of wood on the floor, making silly comments along the way.
Dan put one of the plastic bags on the top of his head and announced, "I look like a pretty bride."
"You look like Mother Teresa," I corrected him. Honestly, he looked quite cute.
He took a slender piece of wood and swung it around like a sword or a lightsaber. "A Mother Teresa in Star Wars," I added, smiling.
We continued taking things out of the box, and found two mirrors in the bottom. Dan set the second one on the floor and sang, "Double mirror, all the way. Across the...carpet."
I grinned at his adorableness and said, "You know what they say about two mirrors on top of each other."
"They're gonna have mirror babies," Dan simply replied.
This was what I liked about him. He had such weird humour that always made me laugh, no matter how down I might've been feeling before. He had such contagious laughter, too. Such contagious, cunning laughter.
When we had first moved in together, I didn't tell him that I was gay. He still didn't know. I was afraid he wouldn't want to live with me, considering he was straight. Me, on the other hand...I was as straight as a Delia Smith pancake. I had feelings for Dan the day I met him. Dan, with his chocolately brown eyes, his soft brown hair that curled up when wet, and his smooth skin...
Dan suddenly chucked the empty box across the room, snapping me out of my dreamland. He scooted close to me so we could look at the directions for the wardrobe together, but all I could think about was how if I were to just turn my head, I could kiss him. Right here and now. But that would not be acceptable.
We read through the directions, surprised at how awful they were, and started hammering the wardrobe together. I picked up a piece of wood and started rubbing my hands all over it. I didn't even know what it looked like I was doing until Dan pointed it out. His perverted-ness made me chuckle.
"Phil, do you have any idea what that looked-ok, no." He turned to the camera. "If you're under 12 stop watching!" I cut in with, "I didn't know what I was doing!" He finished it off by saying, "And by 12 I mean 18."
There was more of Dan's dirty mind to come, however. I picked up a screw and put it next to the wood, asking, "Does it go in this hole?"
Dan grinned (oh God, his smile) and said, "That's what she said."
I ignored it and added, "There's only one hole."
"That's what she said!" he repeated. I chuckled as he looked up at the wood.
Then, I was in the middle of trying to keep a piece of wood up when Dan suggested that I "pull it out." He burst into laughter after realizing what he'd said, causing me to laugh with him.
"If anyone's listening outside the window..." I chuckled. He then began pointing out what they'd hear us say and then get the wrong idea: "Harder, harder! It's not straight...Pull it out!"
He was so gross. And hilarious. And I loved him.
There, I said it. I, Phillip Lester, love Daniel Howell.
We finally got the wood to stand up and kept on adding the other pieces of wood.
"I feel like we should be wearing bandanas," I suddenly said. Dan would look cute in a bandana.
"Why?" he asked me.
"Because we are men now-" I began, but he cut me off.
"We're not fucking carpenters with bandanas. Yeah, when I think of a man assembling a sofa, a bandana comes to mind," he told me sarcastically. I laughed and brushed it off. I didn't mind Dan's little teasing. It was funny to me.
I ended up wrapping a long red bandana around my head anyway.
We finally got enough of the wood together so that we could stand the wardrobe upright, but not after I did most of the screwing it together while Dan played his little piano.
After it was stood up, it was Dan's turn to screw some wood together while I played the piano-one handed of course. I don't know how to ACTUALLY play the piano.
"Do you know any songs that require pressing two keys at the same time?" he questioned mockingly.
"Uhm, yeah, this one's called 'Dan Smells.' " I started hitting random keys which made him giggle in his sweet laugh. I bowed at the camera and said, "You're welcome."
Later on, when everything was almost finished, Dan started doing some interpretive dance to his piano music. I couldn't help but smile as I put the wardrobe together. He was the only person in the planet that could ever make me smile this much.
Finally, we were done. "It's a wa-ardrooooobe!" Dan sang, spreading his arms. I wanted to walk into them and hug him...but I couldn't. He'd get weirded out.
A few minutes later, when we were just about to move our new wardrobe into its place, Dan was leaning over looking at something. Now was my chance to FINALLY prank him! I silently slipped inside the wardrobe and closed it so he couldn't see me. Dan got up and started talking to me, but then realized that I wasn't there. Well he couldn't see where I was, at least.
"Phil?" He walked around the piece of furniture and stopped suddenly. "Phil! Phil?!" It was so cute...to hear in his voice that he actually cared where I was. But then he started to sound worried...Which was even cuter.
"PHIL?!"
"Raaaaawr!" I exclaimed, opening the wardrobe doors and popping out. I started laughing and noticed his embarrassed, amazing little smile. He started giggling with me and said, "As if you'd got in the wardrobe!"
We finished of our video like that. With Dan and I being all giggley. "You're stupid," he said to me with a laugh when we'd already stopped recording.
"I know." And you're being incredibly cute right now, I thought to myself. I would never be able to say something like that to his face. He would call me crazy, or weird, and then want to move out. I couldn't let that happen. And besides, he'd never feel the same way.
Right?
Thanks for reading :) Sorry if there are spelling/grammar errors. There are more chapters to come. Please leave me reviews, maybe follow, maybe favorite? And remember, PHAN FOR LIFE! Adios3
