A/N: HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHpleasedontkillmeforbeinglateHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA

DAN'S POV

I drummed my fingers nervously, glancing at the clock.

5:24

Phil would be here any minute now and I was practically shaking with nerves. I shouldn't be this nervous. It was just Phil, after all. What was I worried about? A few answers came to mind, but I pushed them aside.

I ran a hand through my hair, letting a sigh escape my lips. I needed to ease my nerves. Usually, in situations like this, I would pull out the bottle of whiskey I had hidden under a loose floorboard, but I didn't trust myself to be drunk around Phil. I resorted to my other drug: music.

I plugged my phone into my speakers, set my playlist on shuffle and cranked the volume up.

We are runnin' so fast

And we never look back

And whatever I lack,

You make up.

We make a really great team

Though not everyone sees

We got this crazy chemistry between us.

I collapsed back onto my bed, allowing my eyes to flicker closed as I concentrated solely on the music.

…

I quietly sang the ending of the song, the words a familiar taste on my tongue.

All I need is you,

You.

"Great song." I heard a familiar voice speak softly.

I jumped, looking up at Phil's tall silhouette in the doorway.

Sorry, did I startle you?" He asked, stepping into my room and dropping his bag. "Your mum let me in."

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to know you aren't a half-bad singer."

I felt my face heat up. "Whatever…"

He laughed softly, pulling a French book out of his bag. "Shall we get started?"

"Yeah," I muttered, grabbing my notebook off the desk. "Thanks for doing this by the way, I hate to be a bother."

"Oh, I don't mind!" Phil reassured me. "It's not like I have anything better to do."

…

We spent the next hour studying our current lesson in class, only getting off task once or twice to discuss our love for Muse or video games. As much as I hated French, I wasn't having an awful time.

"Wanna take a break?" I glanced up at Phil hopefully.

"Sure!" He smiled widely.

"I—I think we have some left-over pizza in the fridge if you want some." I offered, cursing myself for stuttering.

"I'm fine, thanks." He smiled politely.

"Bullshit!" I scoffed, "You stomach has been growling throughout most of the lesson, doesn't your mother feed you?"

He laughed awkwardly, heat rising in his face.

"C'mon." I got off the bed, motioning for him to follow me.

I hurried down the stairs and into the kitchen, Phil a few steps behind me.

After getting the pizza in the oven, I opened the fridge. "Coke?" I asked, offering Phil a can. He nodded, thanking me before cracking it open and taking a swig.

"Do you want to play video games while we wait for the pizza? I asked, nodding towards the lounge.

Phil nodded, grinning. "Five pounds says I can beat you at Mario Cart." He smirked.

I couldn't help but smile. "You're on."

PHIL'S POV

"No!" I shrieked, watching with dismay and annoyance as Dan crossed the finish line only a second before me. "That's not fair!" My face dropped in a pout.

"You, Phil Lester," He poked me in the chest, "owe me five pounds!"

"I grumbled slightly, digging around in my pocket and locating some money, which I tossed at him carelessly.

He smirked, shoving the cash in his pocket.

"Dan?" I heard who I presumed was Dan's mum call out.

"Yeah?" He called back, the ghost of a grin still lurking on his face.

"There's an emergency at work and I have to leave for a few hours. Will you two be okay on your own?" She asked, walking into the lounge.

"Yeah, we'll be fine."

"Okay, I should be back before midnight." She walked over to us, giving Dan a quick peck on the forehead. I laughed quietly as the heat rose in his cheeks.

"Bye, Mum…" he muttered, leaning away from her.

She gave me a polite nod before quickly walking out of the room, the sound of the front door opening and closing shortly followed.

"So, up for another round?" He asked, waving his game controller in the air.

I nodded eagerly.

…

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Dan yelled as I passed him just in time to win the level.

"Yes!" I yelled, cheering in triumph. "I would like my money back Daniel!" I demanded, holding out my hand."

"If you want it," he began slyly, "then fight for it!" He yanked a pillow off the couch and smacked me with it.

"Hey!" I grabbed another pillow, hitting him back.

We went on back in forth for a while before I finally gave up, taking my own course of action. I let out a battle cry as I leaped on him, knocking him back to the carpet. I managed to pry the money out of his hand, smirking as I shoved it back in my pocket.

Dan scowled up at me from the floor. "No fair!"

I laughed as he pouted, his amber eyes shining. "You just don't like losing!"

As I stared down at him, Dan's smile slipped slowly off his face and a strange spark lit in his eyes. "I guess you're right," Dan propped himself up, "I don't."

"What are you doing?" I laughed nervously, meeting Dan's eyes.

He reached out, combing my hair back.

"D-Dan?" My heart was beating wildly in my chest. I could feel his hand sliding around to the nape of my neck, bringing our faces closer.

"If you're uncomfortable…" Dan breathed, meeting my eyes with an intense look, "then stop me."

There was a moment of silence as I sat in shock, unsure how to act. Finally, with a shaky breath, I pushed our mouths together,

Time seemed to stand still as my brain processed what was happening. My arms slid around the smaller boy's waist, pulling him closer. My depressing thoughts were screaming that this was wrong, telling me that Dan could never care about me, that he would regret this as soon as it was over. But in this moment, I really didn't give a damn. I pushed Dan back until we were lying down, our legs tangled together and our lips still working slowly against one another's.

Finally, we pulled away to breathe.

His eyes were wide. "I…" He stopped, his breath still heavy. "Holy shit…that just happened."

I laughed breathily, nodding in agreement.

We sat in silence for a few moments, both of us too surprised to speak.

"I didn't know you were gay," I finally muttered.

"I didn't either…" He whispered, laughing slightly. Then I started laughing as well. Then he started laughing because I was laughing. And then I started laughing even harder. And we both just sat there laughing hysterically for no reason other than the fact that we had just kissed, and it had felt so damn amazing.

…

We ended up cuddling on the lounge floor, our fingers lightly intertwined. We hadn't said anything for quite a while, we just gazed into each other's eyes like some love-sick school girls.

I don't think I had felt this happy since, well, forever. It was like my depression and suicidal thoughts had completely been washed away and replaced with thoughts of Dan.

The way his eyes lit up when he smiled.

How cute his hair looked curly,

how cute his hair looked straight…

My thoughts were interrupted when I noticed the faint smell of smoke.

"Dan, is something burning?" I asked, a look of puzzlement on my face.

"Dan's eyes flicked open and his brow furrowed as he breathed in through his nose, trying to trace the smell. A few seconds later his eyes widened in realization."

"Oh shit, the pizza!"

I burst into a fit of laughter as we both jumped up, scrambling to the kitchen.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this fluff! (im sorry that sucked :/)

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