A/N: Okay so I had this idea for a phanfic and I just needed to write it idk? But yeah tell me if you think I should continue or whatever ok
'Hey Dan, I'm just going to the shop.' Phil said cheerfully as he unlocked the door, and Dan didn't look up from him computer but simply waved his hand limply. Phil sighed. He did wish Dan would put more effort into their friendship, but he understood that Dan was currently editing a video and he wanted to get it done by the end of the day, so he pushed his doubts outside and walked to the shops.
'Why don't you just tell him?' The inner voice inside Dan's head said, and Dan pushed it away once again. He'd had so many of these stupid thoughts of how he was looking at Phil as more than a friend, but he knew they didn't mean anything. Like, Phil was his friend, that was it. He tried to return his thoughts back to editing the video, but thoughts of Phil kept entering his head. He'd never thought of him like this before, so why now? Dan couldn't help but think of 'the incident' a few days ago...
'Dan, could you help me out with this please?' Phil shouted from the living room, and Dan grunted. He didn't really like to be forced to be moved, but he went into the living room to investigate. He found Phil on the floor attempted to lift the sofa up but failing. He couldn't laugh though, he knew he couldn't do any better.
'I think I dropped my phone.' Phil said, pointing to the sofa. Dan grumbled to himself, and attempted to lift up the sofa. It wasn't long before he was complaining and had to drop it.
'Where did you last have it?' Dan asked, and Phil looked nervously around.
'It might be in the kitchen.' He shrugged. 'You keep looking in here.' Phil walked out and Dan threw the cushions off the sofa, and grinned to himself as he saw Phil's phone. He didn't mean to, but he flicked on the screen and saw one new message.
If you like him that much, tell him.
Dan almost dropped the phone in shock. Could it be about him? No, it couldn't be. Phil would never think of Dan in that way... it would never work. They were just friends, right?
'Hey, did you find it?' Phil walked back in the room and Dan gulped as he handed him the phone. He wouldn't know he'd read the message, surely? Dan felt his heart beat fast, and all of a sudden he noticed how beautiful Phil was. How bright his eyes were, how his hair... Stop it! Stop it! Dan thought to himself. Phil is a friend, nothing more. Dan noticed he must have seemed weird just staring at Phil, so sat down and smiled. He could never like Phil. Phil had always been his best friend and nothing more.
'What if he starts noticing I've been behaving differently?' Dan asked himself out loud, and then shook the fear away. He wouldn't notice, he'd just come up with one of his theories and leave Dan to it. He hoped, anyway. If Phil confronted him about it, he had no clue what he'd say. Oh, I think we both like each other? I think I'm falling for you? In reality, he'd probably just stand there, dry at the mouth, without a word to say. Dan pushed his doubts away and returned to editing the video. These thoughts would pass, he knew it.