This is a Phan AU.

... in which Dan breaks his arm

When I moved into my apartment, I didn't realise it meant constant entertainment. And I don't even know the guy. Okay, we said hello a few times and I know that he's called Dan something, but that's all. Yet every night, around 7 pm, while I'm doing the reading for the next day, there it is. A mellow, beautiful piano melody. Every single night. And it is amazing. When I hear it, I always smile. I imagine him sitting in front of his piano wearing jeans and some old T-shirt, but he's playing like he's playing in front of an audience.

So when the next day I get home a bit late, I sit down on my couch with a text book in my hand waiting for the perfect tune. But it doesn't come. Maybe he's not home, I think. There's no piano music that night.

It's the same the next evening. And it makes me really worried. I heard the front door slam earlier and thanks to the thin walls, I could hear the microwave beeping. Maybe his piano broke? Okay, I am really curious. So I decide to investigate.

Yeah, I knock on his door. I'm utterly awkward but I need to make sure he's okay. Wait what? Why do you care about whether he's okay or not? Just because you hear him playing music? Okay thinking it through makes me realise it's a stupid idea but as I start to leave, he opens to door. And two things happen at the same time.

The first one is that I see his right arm in a cast. Oh. So he broke his arm. I immediately feel sorry for him.

The second one… This is the first time I look at him, I mean like properly look at him. He's gorgeous. His dark brown hair is straight, but a bit messy, he must've run his fingers through his hair. His eyes are like melted chocolate, the most perfect colour. He's looking at me like I'm a weirdo, but he's smiling. He has dimples, and my knees go weak.

'Hi…?' he says after a few seconds of silence.

'Oh, hi, sorry. I was… I'm listening to you playing the piano every night then it stopped I just wanted to make sure you're okay.' I blush. Way to go, Philip.

'Oh, yeah.' He lifts his broken arm. 'It's quite hard to play with one hand so I just stopped for a while.'

'Ah, yeah, I see.' I giggle nervously. Seriously, Phil? You're not a teenage girl, don't act like one even if he wakes you gooey.

'Are you Phil? Not sure if I remember your name correctly.'

'Yup. Phil Lester.'

'Dan Howell. I'd shake hands but… Yeah.'

'Haha, that's fine. So are you doing okay with your arm broken?'

'Well there are a few things I still need to figure out, but yeah, you could say that.'

'Do you need any help?'

He thinks for a few second, his gaze never leaving my face. I'm not sure if he zoned out or he's just checking me out. As if, Phil. He's possibly straight. And besides, you know how people react when you tell them you're bi. Hooray for bi erasure!

'Yeah, I'd be glad.' He steps aside, letting me into his place. There are a few personal things, mostly gaming stuff. And of course the piano. I don't really understand how a piano should look like, but it's a beautiful piece. Not that big type, just a small, kind of square one, and honestly there's nothing special about it apart from one thing. A sticker. A cat sticker. 'So, what do you do?'

'Uhm, doing my masters, so nothing special. You? Apart from the piano playing.'

'Well, that's what I do for a living too. There's a piano band or something like that called "Show me a piano".'

'That sounds cool.' We both smile. 'So when will the cast come off?'

'Six weeks,' he says sighing. 'So I might use you for six weeks.'

'Yeah, that's fine.'

This is going to be the best six weeks of my life.

And it is. We became really good friends. We play games together a lot, I cook for him, he teaches me how to play the piano a bit. And honestly, I can't deny the fact that there's a bit of a spark between us. We just clicked somehow. Okay we didn't act upon it, because that'd be wrong and I'm not sure he's aware of it, but there's that spark.

'It's almost over!' he says looking at his cast. 'Finally I can get rid of you. I hate you.'

'C'mon Dan, he didn't do anything wrong.'

'Didn't do anything wrong? My arm is itchy, I'm pretty sure it started rotting because it hasn't seen water for ages. Cool, I have a zombie arm.'

'Very funny.' I yawn and stretch my back. 'Well, I should go. I have an exam tomorrow.'

'Good luck.'

'Thanks.' He walks me to his front door. 'So see ya around without your cast.' And… I must be really tired or just stupid or my subconscious took control over my brain because I lean in and kiss him. On the lips. Oh, his lips are so soft. But it last like one second because I realise I shouldn't have done it. I know my face is red. Dan is also blushing and he's shocked too. 'Sorry.'

Before I could say or do anything stupid, I go home. I immediately go to my bed and hide my face among the pillows. Ooooh, I am sooo stupid. Why did I fuck up? And I did fuck up, because I don't swear. Like ever. Oh I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked up.

I just ruined our friendship with something stupid like this. He hates me now. I hate myself. I shouldn't have kissed him, no matter how perfect it was.

Then there's a knock on my door. Oh no, I think. Please, tell me it's not Dan. I know I have to open the door because it would be immature. So still totally embarrassed, I open it. And yes, of course it's Dan.

'I'm sorry, I shou…'

He stops me. Mid-sentence. With a kiss. He kissed me. He kissed me on my lips. Like a proper kiss. His lips are indeed soft, and the best thing about them is that they're up against mine.

'Yeah, you should have.' He smirks and kisses me again. 'I've… wanted… to… do… this… for… a… while… now…' he says between pecks on my lips. 'And I wanted to ask you something.' He looks at me with his huge, puppy eyes. 'Are you doing anything tomorrow?' Instead of answering, I just kiss him. He smiles while I'm kissing him so he must know the answer. The answer will always be yes.

So tomorrow is November which means Nanowrimo time! And Scent of Pleasure time! I am sooooo excited, I really want to write that fic. Do you want a bit of teaser? Okay, here it goes.

Scent of Pleasure teaser:

After spending a night together (purely as an experiment), without even knowing each other names, Phil goes this way, Dan goes that way.

Then, a few months later, Dan is in desperate need to find a place to live. As soon as possible. He finds an advert in the news paper and decides to check out the flat. Everything goes smoothly - until he finds out who the other tenant is.