I honestly ship phan way too much! I'm writing this as it's an idea that's been buzzing round my head for a while and writing is very therapeutic! I shall strive to not make this too cheesy and unbelievable, I promise!

(Written in third person but mainly from Dan's point of veiw)

They had been friends for years. Him and Phil. Dan and Phil that is, since 2009! They got on really well when they first met, too well one might even say but it didn't matter because he just wanted to spend time with him, to be his friend, to be his best friend and to never leave his side. Of course that was what he thought at the time because obviously he was straight, no questions asked right? They spent almost every evening on skype together and had very similar interests, they were together in real life too, whenever they could. He really liked Phil, a lot. But he never even considered taking those feelings seriously, as something more than friendly. That is, until that night.

It's was December 28th, 2014. Christmas had already been and gone and so dan was standing in the living room, holding an empty card-board box labelled 'Xmas Decorations'. He was just about to begin detangling the tinsel from the tree when he heard the sound of Phil's heavy footfalls as he came running through the hall into the living room. Dan turned just in time to see him skid on the wooden floor and go flying into the DVD cabinet, knocking video games everywhere. He immediately ran to his side to clear the cases off of him.
"You- you can't take the- don't take down the decorations!" He panted.
"What? Phil, what are you on about?" Dan asked, now on his knees by phil, who was propped up against the cabinet. He placed his hands on Phil's arms, "Seriously, are you okay?"
"Yeh, yeh I'm fine but you can't take down the decorations yet, it's bound to be bad luck!" He broke eye contact with Dan and tried to move his arms free from his grip. Dan still didn't let go. He didn't want to. "Dan, I'm fine, honest!" He said, still avoiding his gaze, and got to his feet. Dan had by now removed his grip on Phil and had scrambled back onto the sofa to be reunited with his laptop.
"What you watching?" Phil said referring to the television which was still on. He sat down next to him and laid both of his feet, crossed, on the extended part of the sofa, next to Dan's feet so their ankles were accidentally touching.
"Not sure, was watching an anime but it finished a moment ago." Dan murmured distantly after a moment, gazing at their feet. Then, as if he had just woken up, he quickly glanced up at Phil before moving his feet just a tiny bit so that they weren't touching Phil's. He saw Phil's eyes flicker for a moment and he stared blankly back at his computer screen, feeling strange.

Dan excused himself to his room a little while later, leaving Phil contentedly watching television, and accidentally lingered a little longer at the door before he pulled it closed behind him. He trudged upstairs and opened his door to see that his room was still a mess, just as he had left it, barely able to see the floor for all the stuff. He kicked the door shut and placed his laptop on top of the piano, before sitting down on the edge of the bed silently. He half-consciously pulled off his jeans and socks, leaving on his t-shirt, and crawled under his duvet. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get to sleep and gave up after about an hour of tossing and turning. He got up to get his laptop and went on tumblr but he still felt quite separated from everything, as if he was barely even there.

He spent the following day in his room, apart from the occasional trip to the kitchen for food. That evening, feeling lonely due to such an absence of Phil's company, he thought about how funny he felt when Phil's foot accidentally touched his, and his big dramatic entrance. A moment later, he burst into tears. He didn't know why he was crying, or why he was suddenly so emotional but all he could think about then was Phil. His kind nature, his nice voice, his eyes etc. Maybe all this was just too overwhelming at that moment. Either way, he must have sobbed too loudly as he soon heard Phil's footsteps up the stairs and he immediately buried his face in his pillow so that Phil wouldn't see him.
"Dan? Dan are you okay?" He heard him say from outside the door, after he had quietly knocked on the door. "Dan I think I heard you... crying. Can I come in?" Dan held his breath in the hope that he would just turn and leave, although he very much doubted it. "Dan, I'm going to come in now." With that he heard the door handle rattled and the door creaked open so that a rectangle of light was suddenly cast over him from the hallway, illuminating that part of the room. He heard Phil sigh and flick on the light before perching on the bed and placing his hand on Dan's shoulder. "I know you're not asleep." Phil said quietly. Slowly, Dan sat up and faced him. "What's wrong?" Phil asked with a kind smile.
"Nothing." Dan sniffed and smiled stiffly at him.
"We both know that's not true." Dan looked up at Phil when he said this and met his gaze. "Is there something you're nervous about doing or something? Seriously, what's wrong"
"Really wanna know?" He said slowly and Phil nodded. Without even thinking it through properly, he quickly leaned in and kissed him but it lasted less than a second as Phil jumped straight to his feet. Dan followed suit and stood up with his arms outstretched, hoping Phil would stay calm.
"Wha- what the hell, Dan?!" He yelled staring hard at him. Dan just looked at him, staring into Phil's eyes as tears filled his.
"Phil! Phil listen to me!" He said and grabbed Phil's arm but he pulled away and stormed out of the room. Dan chased after him but he just stayed silent, even though Dan kept calling his name. When he reached the front door, he grabbed his jacket and left, slamming the door behind him and leaving Dan staring after him from the end of the hallway. Dan ran his hand through his hair to get in out of his face and fell to his knees, tears still streaking down his face. He pulled out his phone to call Phil but it went to voicemail.

"Phil listen I- I don't know why I did that- I just- I'm sorry, really sorry- I'm so sorry for what I did. I wasn't thinking straight, I wasn't thinking at all." He said, sobbing into the phone, "I- I don't know where you've gone or when you'll get back but - I just-." He clicked off and placed the phone on the floor, his fingers trembling.