Disclaimer: Don't own Dan or Phil.
Slight spoilers for the show if you haven't seen it. Forgot to add that on the last chapter.
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"Good night, everyone!" Dan shouted into the microphone. The fans were screaming excitedly, and he recalled certain bits of their show that had probably egged them on. His final smile was specifically for the front row center. The blonde girl with the freckles.
He could see her blushing from here, and the girl sat next to her bumped her shoulder and nodded in Dan's direction, clearly aware of what was happening. He laughed as the audience disappeared behind the props. Backstage, he could still here the crowds, but less so. After being in the spotlight for so long, it was nice not to have all eyes on him.
"Great show, guys!" they heard from passing assistants and stage helpers. They finally reached their dressing room and shut the door. Away from everyone. Thank goodness.
"Oh my gosh, I'm exhausted," Phil sighed as he plopped down on the sofa. Dan tossed him a water bottle and plopped down next to him. "That was so much fun, but I could sleep for years."
"Good luck with that; we have a show in three more days."
Phil grinned and shut his eyes, leaning back against the couch. It was wonderful to enjoy the silence. After hours of meet and greets and then performing a show, they were both understandably exhausted.
"I saw you, you know."
The younger of the two opened his eyes, focusing his attention on his friend. "What?"
Phil cracked an eye open. "I saw you giving Bre special attention. As though the whole show revolved around her. I can't believe you almost gave those girls the Ribena."
"She got a good laugh out of it," he grinned. "And Ribena's delicious."
"Both true. Okay, but... Why her?"
"Hm?"
"Why her? After all the shows we did in England, and all the shows we've done in America, why her? Specifically? I don't think I've ever seen you quite like this."
Dan interlaced his fingers and put them behind his head. His eyes wandered around the dressing room, landing on the pile of clothes they'd changed in and out of during the show. The disheveled pile of props and magic tricks that they'd used. Even the bottle of Ribena sat half empty in the small refrigerator they'd been provided. The lights in front of the mirrors were still on, except for the one that had burned out the day they'd arrived. He mulled over Phil's question. How... How could he explain it? How?
"I... I don't know," he smirked. "I just... I don't know how to explain it. She's special. She's beautiful. She's kind."
Phil just smiled. "Okay, well..."
And it was at that moment that Dan's phone vibrated from on the dressing table. Dan probably had never moved faster in his life.
"She texted me! Phil, she texted me!" He gripped his phone with such force, Phil wasn't sure how he didn't crack the screen. "She said: 'Hey, it's Bre! Amazing show! I couldn't hope for anything more. Thank you so much.' And she sent the picture."
"Dan, that's great! That's perfect! Text her back!"
"Okay, okay, okay, hang on!" Dan began typing on his phone, quickly, but repeatedly pressing the backspace button. "Phil," (who had excitedly began shoving Haribo into his mouth), "how does this sound? 'Thank you, Bre. And thank you for the picture. Smily face emoji. Do you want to do anything after the show?'"
Phil's eyes widened. "Already? Two minutes ago, you were about to fall asleep on the couch."
"PHILLIP, THIS GIRL IS PERFECT I HAVE TO GET TO KNOW HER."
"Fine! Okay, fine, fine. Have fun. I'm heading to bed."
Dan's fingers gripped his arm, pulling him back to face him. The nerves twisting his stomach after he'd pressed 'send' made him want to retch. His brown eyes betrayed his fear. "Oh, no, you are not. You are coming with me. Do you understand me, Phillip Lester? I am not going alone, got it?"
"Geez, fine, okay, I'll come. Let's hope she brings her friend. That'd be kind of awkward if I was just third wheeling."
"SHE SAID SHE'D LOVE TO DO SOMETHING. AND SHE'S BRINGING HER FRIEND."
"Dan, settle down! You're not going to be of much use if you're fangirling the whole time."
"GET YOUR FREAKING COAT, WE'RE GOING OUT."
