Still don't own Daniel Howell and/or Phil Lester.

Dan's p.o.v.

My plan had failed. Miserably. It went down burning and falling apart like an airplane.

Is Phil not my soulmate? Does Phil have a different name? If I was Phil's soulmate wouldn't he have said something... or at least look a little concerned?

Phil didn't even flinch when I said I wanted look for my soulmate. Maybe Phil and me are only supposed to be platonic soulmates? No, that can't be. Why would I have these feelings if me and Phil weren't meant to end up together? Has there ever been a case where two soulmates were wrongly matched?

I've just started to debate just outright telling Phil that I have his name on my upper arm when Phil comes back into the kitchen with his laptop and a grin.

"What are you doing?" I ask as Phil sets his laptop in front of my cereal bowl, "why are you open to Facebook? Who even uses Facebook anymore?"

"I'm helping you! You want to find your soulmate right? Well if finding them will make you happy than I want to help you find them. You don't have to tell me their name or anything if you don't want, but I want you to be happy."

Well, fuck.

"You... want to help me... find my soulmate?" You're supposed to say that you're my soulmate! You're messing this all up!

Phil bites his lower lip for a moment before nodding. "I will do whatever you need to help you find your soulmate."

No, no, no!

I want to grab him by the shoulders and stare directly into his blue eyes and tell him to stop being so stupid but he leaves before I can say or do anything. And maybe that's for the best. I must be wrong if he's willing to help me find someone who doesn't exist.

Or maybe he's just calling my bluff?

I sigh and look at the blinking cursor in the search bar. I have to make up something or he'll get suspicious... why do I want him to be suspicious?

I make up a name, scrolling through Facebook every time Phil appears in the kitchen. I'm getting tired of standing in front of the counter but I'm worried that if I move he'll want to know how it's going and I don't know what I would say to that. An hour passes by and in that hour I've spent very little time on Facebook and a lot of time looking at a lot of fanfiction titled with our names. Why can't we work out like our fans want? I set a reminder to delete his search history.

"Hey Dan, I kind of need my laptop back... I have an email I'm waiting for." He pokes his head sheepishly into the kitchen and cocks his head to the side a little when he sees I'm sitting on the counter.

"Oh, yeah, no problem. Here you go." I slide off the counter and pass him back the laptop, careful to be sure our fingers don't touch. I don't think I could stand even that little bit of skin to skin contact without wanting to yell at him for being so stupid.

"So, uhhh, how'd it go?" He rubs the top of one foot with the bottom of the other. I notice he's only wearing one sock. Of course he's only wearing one sock.

I sigh a little, is he really going to keep this up? How long before he can't pretend anymore because I'm starting to run out of patience myself. "There wasn't a lot of people who matched the name that I thought fit me... maybe they don't have a Facebook page and I should just give up and stop looking?"

He shrugs, switches which foot he's on and then seems to realize he only has on one sock as he quickly tucks the unsocked foot behind the other. His left foot must have his soulmate's name!

"I'm sure you can find them some other way. I won't let you give up that easy! Maybe you just need to get out more? Your soulmate could live right next door and you wouldn't know because you never go outside."

"If I go over and meet the neighbor and we aren't soulmates can I be done for the day?"

He contemplates for a bit then nods.

Great, looks like I'm going over to the neighbors.