Click. Dan had ended his skype with Phil. He had tried to smile, but every time he tried to speak it got caught in his throat. Phil was always so nice to Dan, he had even bought tickets so Dan could visit. Why would anyone be so nice to me, I'm just an emo wannabe.

***Pastel Pagebreak Flowers***

After a week of excitingly skyping, Dan got ready to leave for Manchester, where Phil lived. Wearing a black leather jacket and black skinny jeans, he stepped on the train. He slipped on his headphones and the train started to move.

Finally after what seemed like forever, the train stopped and Dan got off. While on the train, Phil was texting Dan. He even offered to meet Dan at the train station.

As Dan's eyes connected with Phil's, his smile widened. The cute boy was dressed in pastel with a flower crown. Phil had a stupid grin on his face. Dan started to run towards him. Phil pulled him in for a hug.

On the way to Phil's flat they blasted music, talked about life, and sang. Phil's mum and dad were on the lawn as they pulled up. Both of them greeted him with a hug.

"Phil told us so much about you." Phil's face began to redden.

"Mum!" He exclaimed. Dan giggled. "Let me show you where you'll be staying."

Grinning, Dan followed Phil into the flat. He couldn't help but think about how dreamy the older boy was.

"Dan, Dan!" Phil shook him out of his daydream. "As I was saying, this is your room, and this is mine if you need anything. Also here's this." Phil had handed him a flower crown, much like the one Phil was wearing.

"Thanks, and hey Phil, wanna film a video together tomorrow." Dan was worried if that was too straight forward, he had only gotten here a few moments ago.

"Sure, why not." was Phil's response.

After dinner, Phil had told him he had an important question for him. This was making Dan ultra nervous. Phil gestured for Dan to sit down. He did as he was asked.

"As you know, paying for a flat is sort of expensive, and I almost can't afford it. So, I was wondering if you would like to be my flat mate?"

What! The Phil Lester was asking me to move in with him. Dan's hands grew sweaty. He couldn't speak. "Of course!" was his stupid response.