Phil's POV
I came home with groceries the next night and was about to set them on the kitchen table, then realized that on the table, there was a white tablecloth and some candles and roses. Then I saw Dan. He was wearing a black suit with a red pocket square and tie. His curly hair just barely reached his hazel eyes. He looked so incredible, I almost dropped our food.
"I feel so underdressed," I chuckled, as I felt my face blushing, staring down at my black jeans and Sonic the Hedgehog T-shirt, as I went to put down
Dan smiled gently, "Don't worry, you look amazing." He leaned in and kissed me before pulling out the green-yellow (we can never decide) chair and motioning for me to sit down, so I did.
"Your meal," he set down a bowl of instant ramen in front of me.
"Wow, how fancy," I sarcastically smirked as I folded the napkin in my lap.
"You know I'm shit at cooking," Dan said, blushing.
"It looks delicious," I said, grinning, Dan taking a seat across from me in the red chair.
Dan's POV
After eating our main course and the desert (Maltesers), I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and played a slow song. I reached out my hand to Phil.
"May I have this dance," I asked him, feeling my cheeks getting red.
Phil blushed as he took my hand and stood up. He put his hand on my shoulder and I put my hand on his waist. His head rested on my chest, and I placed my head on him, sniffing his hair as we swayed to the song. Phil's head crept up and he slid his arms around my neck, leaning in closer. I kissed him and wrapped my arms around his waist, lifting up his shirt slightly and rubbing my thumb against the small of his back.
Suddenly, he broke away and stared at me deep in my eyes. "Should we tell them?"
"Tell who?"
"Our subscribers"
My heart dropped. I hadn't thought about that.
"Yeah, they should know. They would want to know."
"Okay," he processed it, "but how?"
I thought for a minute, then smirked. "I have an idea."