Dan was up early again that morning, making a bowl of cereal before Phil could steal it. Not that it was really necessary now. Phil had been sick for nearly a week, and he slept in until elven, rendering Dan's cereal saving attempts fruitless. He sat down on the couch and started scrolling through Tumblr while eating his cereal. He was halfway through his bowl when he heard a weak cough and scuffling footsteps. Phil walked in and collapsed on the couch next to Dan, apparently too sick to walk to the kitchen. Dan almost rolled his eyes, but then he looked at Phil's curled up position, knees pulled up to his chin, ebony hair touching his eyelashes. Dan nearly melted when he saw him like that. He had never wished he could be with Phil more than he did now. If he were with Phil he could shower him with kisses and hugs, and take care of him the way he deserved, not just pretending to want soup and tea every day just so Phil could have it too. Dan glanced at Phil again, and saw his face slowly relaxing back into sleep. Dan very nearly kissed him. But instead he leapt up to his feet before he did anything stupid, and then walked away to make Phil's favorite black tea./p
Later that Day
Dan watched the steam from Phil's mug of chamomile tea as it warmed Phil's face, making it even pinker. Phil was curled up beneath a blanket, his long legs tucked to his chest and his slender fingers wrapped around his mug. Dan imagined what it would be like to have them tangled in his hair. Or at the nape of his neck as Phil's lips, currently in an adorable half-pout, pressed against his. Or... Phil's cough brought him back and he looked down at his own mug, his cheeks feeling as warm as Phil's fever affected complexion. Then everything was silent for the first time in a few hours. The low volume of the television screen unbroken by Phil's coughing or Dan's laughter. Dan's eyes were momentarily glued to the rerun of Britain's Got Talent as he watched Darey Oake make a dove 'magically' appear. Magic tricks always fascinated him. Once again he was torn away from his thoughts by a warm weight on his shoulder. He looked down and saw Phil, his raven hair hanging over his vibrant green eyes, which currently had a certain sparkle to them as he looked up at Dan.
"Phil..." Dan asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine. Just getting a bit dizzy." Phil said, almost as though he didn't believe the story
"Okay..." Dan said trying to ignore the fact that there were about five other places Phil could have 'rested his head on' that were nowhere near Dan. He let it slide because, well, Phil was sick. And to be honest Dan didn't mind at all.
An hour later, at about 10 PM, the rerun ended. Phil was laying across the couch, eyes open but vacant. Dan got up and stretched his arms above his head. Then he bent down and put his arms around Phil, and before he could think twice, he pressed his lips to Phil's burning forehead. Dan was practically running before he saw Phil's reaction, but he could have sworn he saw Phil's eyes sparkle, and his lips turn up in a smile./p
Wow that was A LOT shorter than I expected. I might add more but I am not sure at this moment. But for now that is all! This was fun to write and i hope you liked it. Thanks to everyone for reading it! If you guys want put something in the reviews and tell me if/what you would like me to add or if you want it in Phil's *I would love to add more to this story but as I am currently writing a longer Phanfiction, I don't know if/when or how much I will add to this fic.
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