Chapter Four

Unforeseen Affection

.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.

Here we are. The not-so-long awaited last chapter. The end of our journey. YOU SHALL PASS. Heh, I'm not good at this. I really hope it lived up to expectations.

Caution - As Dan would say it, "[Let's get] We're going to get mildly suggestive" in this chapter. Nothing major and definitely no smut. Well... no, I'm not going to spoil it. Just read on with the reassurance you will not be monumentally scarred for the rest of your life.

Caution, there is mild swearing in this chapter.

Srssbsnss time... I own nothing. Tadah! Now don't sue me and read on.

.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.

Dan, Third Person.

.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.

The last thing he was expecting that day to happen happened. Now see, he had planned it, but to be honest he had about eleven backup plans, had something had the nerve to go wrong, and what he'd said wasn't exactly scripted. It'd just tumbled out, you see.

The look on Phil's face was enough to set him over the edge of all that was the world. His eyes went as wide as... well, saucers. And his ears. His ears went the deepest scarlet Dan had ever seen. His whole body stiffened as if he'd been Stupefied. At the exact moment Dan felt as if he wanted to facepalm, Phil whispered in an incredulous tone.

"How is it," he reasoned. "that you've read my mind?"

It took Dan a few seconds to realise what he'd said, but it took less than that for Phil to lean closer and meet his cherried lips to his.

The feeling was unbelievable. The kiss itself was sweet and innocent, much like Phil himself, but it made Dan feel like one of those cheesy saps in the movies. The 'fireworks' or 'sparks' were all too real. He felt as if sparks was the better word as the simple action felt as if someone had sent an electric current through his veins. Even though a light flickered on in his brain, like 'Woah woah woah, what is happening?', he was enjoying every aspect of the feel of Phil's silky lips.

Phil pulled away, his eyes slowly fluttering open. It hadn't felt like it but it had been only a few seconds.

"That was..." Dan trailed off, unable to describe it. Amazing? Too dull. Fantastic? Not good enough. Spectacular? No that was—

"Terrible I know. I'm sorry— gods, I'm such an idiot." he breathed, the shame on his face all too evident for Dan's liking. He seemed to have had misread Dan's enjoyment as disgust, somehow.

"Phil, Phil? Phil, goddammit look at me." he snapped, his patience running out. "That was fucking brilliant and you're not an idiot at all. You're actually the sweetest, kindest, magnanimous, most adorkable person I've ever had the luck to know." Phil wore an expression of disbelief, so Dan continued with firm certainty. "Philip Fucking Lester, I love you. I love you. I love you so much it hurts." he squeezed his hands, silently communicating his emotions. "It hurts when you date those selfish, egoistic girls who don't deserve you in the slightest. I don't even deserve you, but I love you. No one holds a candle to you, Phil." by the end of his words, uncharacteristic tears were streaming down Phil's cheeks. It tore Dan's heart in quarters, making him feel horrendously terrible for making Phil cry. Before he could open his mouth to apologise tremendously, Phil's lips were on his once again. They were salty from his tears, but Dan didn't care. Phil kissed every inch of his lips, practically sobbing between each one.

"Oh, Dan— you sappy jerk— you know how long— I've waited— for you to— say that?"

He pulled Phil away from him by the shoulders to look him in the eyes. As soon as he met his chocolate orbs with the baby blue ones, Phil blurted out his words like marbles on ice.

"Daniel Howell, do you have any idea how long I've waited for you to say that? Hell, I've wanted to say it for years now. Danny," Dan grinned; he hated that nickname, but Phil made it sound almost cute. "I love you so much, gods, I don't even know how to explain it. But you're not just the most amazing person I've ever had the fortune to meet, you're sweet when you're not swearing at Sonic," they both laughed, the memories of their horrid experiences with the hedgehog coming back more clearly than ever before. "you're smart whether you think so or not, you're more obsessive about Muse than anyone I've ever seen and I love it. I love every bit of it. More specifically, I love you, Daniel Howell."

All it took were these words to dry the cement of Dan's decision, to ignite the certainty in his eyes.

"Philip Lester,"

"Darn I liked my new middle name." he winked, flashing him a dorky smile. Dan gained a wide smile before he continued.

"You have no eyelashes."

"And your prize is a hundred million pounds!" he chuckled. "Thanks for noticing, Dan." he joked.

A minute passed in content silence.

"I feel like we're in one of those movies, and this is the part where we make out like love-starved carnivores." Dan admitted ruefully. Phil looked at him for a moment before breaking out into giggles and nerd-snorts. Dan joined him, never having felt more certain of anything than he had in that moment.

"Come here, you." Phil said, smiling broadly.

"Gladly." he ducked down a bit to capture Phil's lips with his... before his phone rang. "Damn it." he cursed, reaching for the phone in his back pocket.

"Ignore it." Phil ordered gently, placing his hand over his. Dan didn't hesitate.

"M'kay."

He lunged for his lips, the butterflies swarming his throat when they met in a soft collision. He'd never felt more complete.

He'd never loved anyone so much as he loved Phil Lester, and he never would.

~~~End~~~

And that, my lovelies, is the end of this fine journey. Thank you so much for all your lovely reviews. You guys are THE BEST. No wonder Phil and Dan love their Phillions and Danosaurs. You're all SO nice and friendly!

Stay amazing. And, don't light yourself on fire.