Dan's got a new cardigan and Phil wonders why he hadn't noticed before.

Simple prompt, fluff, phan bc I haven't in a while, Enjoy!

A Moment In Time

The waves crashed smoothly onto the shore while Dan walked along it carelessly with Phil by his side. The wind was picking up, and both were dangling their arms and hands close. Phil sometimes watched Dan as his eyes traced the sand beneath them; the waves taking handfuls of it hoardingly as they trailed. Sometimes Phil just stared ahead.

For a Monday evening quite a lot of people were scattered around the place. A few hours earlier and Dan was scrambling around their flat because this was his idea and everything had to be perfect and Phil wasn't allowed to see him until they left.

Going hours without seeing him made Phil notice the sunshine in his eyes more than usual.

The younger was fairly excited, to say the least. And they were walking on the beach now, a cool air lingering above their heads just before the sun retired for the evening. And Dan looked at Phil, who was staring strait ahead, and smiled lovingly.

Squinting against the horizon once he turned his head Phil gaped. Dan's hair was being blown about subtly, a motion similar to his cardigan covering his upper body. The fabric to Phil was unrecognizable, but damn did it look fine.

A soft grin stretched against Dan's lips. "What?" he quipped against Phil's stare. There was a chuckle in his voice that rang in Phil's ears for several moments following, and he smiled in return.

"Dan..."

Phil drew out his name in a mocking cry, a gentle call that Dan stopped at. Now stood still he played with Phil's fingers absentmindedly, pulling him backwards easily.

"That's what they call me."

Phil tapped his cheek very lightly, poking his dimple at the comeback. "Where did you get that cardigan?" he wondered aloud.

Dan, pausing a moment, interlocked their fingers and looked his best friend directly in the eyes.

"Why? Does it look good on me?"

With no hesitation, Phil replied "You look damn gorgeous."

A giggle escaped Dan's lips before he batted his eyelashes playfully.

"Why, thank you."

Phil had seen Dan bite his lip after that, knowing he desired a kiss. They had shared so many before, but it was rare for best friends to be in love without being together officially and Phil was still too hung up on Dan's cardigan to really consider what kissing him would do for the both of them.

He might have even had an obsession, a fistful of the fabric against his skin while he pulled Dan near him. The other stumbled into his arms, and Phil's gaze was so soft it sent shivers down Dan's spine.

"You spoon, what are you doing?" Dan chided. He bumped Phil's nose with his finger, close enough to his face that his breath in puffs dispersed on Phil's skin.

Phil really didn't have an answer because how does one tell their best friend they are infatuated with a cardigan, a boy in a cardigan, with a tummy laced with attractive creases and a bottom that looked just too good in just about every pair of pants he owned. And that cardigan really highlighted his arms, muscles and shoulders.

So he kissed him, finally, in the glow of the sunset on the beach, and Dan's lips felt soft, more so than the cardigan and his hands and Phil's pillow. Dan's lips tasted of cherries, better than if Phil had eaten a whole jar. And Dan's lips felt like home, more than their flat or his old house ever would.

Dan Howell was his best friend, who liked to wear cardigans and go on spontaneous dates on the beach. He liked going to places where his hair would get messed up just because he knew Phil enjoyed seeing it mussed and tussled about.

He liked to tease Phil about his lack of cardigans, and the way he said his name.

And the cardigan didn't even cost that much either.