Dan's p.o.v.
After a few awkward encounters with neighbors who are usually more than half my age, I return to our flat. Phil's in the shower, I can hear the water running from my room and for some reason the thought of him right there, knowing that he's my soulmate but not telling me is driving me insane. If he knows, why doesn't he tell me? Why force himself to lie and say I should find my soulmate?
Anger bubbles up out of nowhere. God he's so annoying. Why won't he just come clean?
You aren't coming clean either. You could just tell him. Why don't you? I make an audible growl at my own inner thoughts. Of course I can't be the one to say he's my soulmate, I've dug a hole now and he has to be the one to get me out of it.
"Phil," I mumble, flopping down onto my bed face first, "just fucking tell me that you have my name and then I can look at you whenever I want without feeling guilty or awkward. Then I can hold your hand, I'll careful to make sure your hand and fingers are comfortable. Then I can trace my fingers along your jaw, across your forehead, and down the bridge of your nose when we're both tired and in need of some comfort. Then I can put my arms around your neck and bend forward and ki-" my bedroom door swings open.
"I heard your voice, did you need something?" Phil asks, head cocked to the left in question. My eyes dart down to his feet and I'm met with both socks despite the fact that he is still wearing a towel around his waist.
"NO! Uh, no... I was just talking to myself. Wasn't even aware I was speaking aloud really... heh." I nervously run a hand through my hair before reminding myself that'll make it curl up quicker.
He nods, buying the lie easily. God, him being so gullible is kind of cute in a way. He closes the door behind him as he leaves.
Slightly embarrassed by my train of thought nearly being overheard, I look for a way to distract myself. My eyes find my laptop on the floor. I can edit a video.
But halfway through editing I see a Twitter notification pop up. I click over to it and am a little shocked. Someone has tweeted me asking if phan is real and if Phil is my soulmate. Sure there's comments are my videos but hardly anyone has asked me directly. Let alone ask me when I myself am the probably the number one person wishing he was.