A/N: Okay guys. I've been wanting to write this scene for a while now. I hope you enjoy it. Don't forget to leave a review!

Also, fluff. So much fluff.

-Justin

Chapter Two: PINOF

October 25, 2009

"You're gonna spend a week editing this," I whispered against his lips. It'd been his idea to film this collaborative abomination, but we couldn't keep our hands off each other long enough to finish it. Not that I was complaining.

He laughed, smiling into the kiss, and wrapped an arm around my waist. All rational thought went out the window as his fingers twisted in my hair, pulling me into his lap. It only lasted a few seconds, though, because he suddenly pulled his lips away with a soft pop and held me at arm's length.

"Let's hurry up and finish this," he said huskily, eyes clouding over slightly with something I still wasn't used to. I couldn't get over the fact that I had this effect on him. I knew it was plastered all over my face, how he made me feel, but it wasn't as bad as I'd anticipated. He seemed to enjoy my flustered expressions.

We turned to the camera, side by side. "This is the most fun I've ever had," I announced truthfully. The past few days with Phil had been more fun than anything else in my life. I would be going back home tomorrow, and I already missed him.

I caught his expression out the corner of my eye, and a split second later felt his arms encircle me as he literally lunged at me, knocking us both to the floor. He pressed a palm to the carpet by my face, propping himself up, and leaned down to kiss me for probably the hundredth time today. My arms went around him, hugging tight, and I let out a giggle as his ebony fringe fell from his forehead and brushed my cheek.

"I love you," he murmured after a moment, lips barely touching mine. He pulled back an inch to look me in the eye. My heart leapt in my chest at his words. I'd fallen for him a long time ago, but I was too scared to say it, because what if he didn't feel the same way? I knew I couldn't handle that kind of rejection, not when we were so close.

I could've drowned in the oceans his sapphire eyes resembled as he opened his mouth again. "It might be too soon, but I don't care. I love you, Dan." The words weren't any less meaningful the second time around, and I found myself tucking into his one-armed embrace. I would have liked for him to just press his body against mine and let me feel the comforting weight like a security blanket. He seemed to understand this without my voicing it, and I sighed softly as he settled on top of me, pressing a palm to my side.

"I love you, too," I promised, smiling widely. I could feel the tears pricking in the corners of my eyes, but I didn't care to wipe them away. Before Phil, I'd spent a long time questioning what was good about my life. Even when I began stalking him, there was a constant voice in my head telling me he didn't care, that I was just another fanboy. I'd almost given in and stopped trying to talk to him when he suggested we start skyping together. There was still a tiny voice telling me I wasn't worth the effort, that he'd drop me once he found someone better.

"Don't cry, Bear," Phil whispered now, running a thumb along the underside of my eye, where one tear had finally broken free. He moved his thumb after a moment and replaced it with his lips, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. "I know what you're thinking. You are worth it, Dan. You're always worth it."

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October 25, 2014

"This is the most fun I've ever had," past-me said on the screen. I watched with a stupid grin on my face as past-Phil tackled me to the ground, and then the shot lingered for half a second before jump-cutting to the end, where we'd done our ridiculous heart hands. After it ended, the next video popped up. I cringed when I saw that it was Hello Internet and quickly exited the browser before that monstrosity could begin. Just as I was shoving the laptop away, Phil entered the lounge, carrying two mugs. He sat beside me on the sofa and passed one over.

"Ribena?" I joked hopefully, laughing at his scowl. He took a sip from his cup, and I recognized his thinking-of-a-comeback expression.

"It's too early for alcoholism," he finally declared matter-of-factly, reaching over to pat my knee. I shrugged a shoulder and brought the mug to my lips. "I had a notification this morning," he announced after a moment of silence. I propped my legs up on the coffee table and leaned into his side, preparing for his first story of the day. "Hashtag PINOF is trending worldwide." I could hear the smile in his voice.

"I just watched it," I told him, gesturing to the laptop by my other side. "It's been five years since we made that disaster." I was only joking, of course, and he knew this. In all honesty, that day was one of the best I'd ever experienced. I finally fulfilled my dream of collaborating with the best YouTuber ever (in my opinion, anyway) and right when I'd thought things couldn't get any better, he'd said the very words I didn't think I'd ever hear from anyone. I was pretty sure I'd been convinced that whatever we had was a fling and would end relatively soon. Ah, if only 2009 Dan could see where he was headed.

"It was a good day," he agreed, wrapping an arm over my shoulders. I could picture what was going through his mind right now- the nonstop kissing, countless edits, his weird bear hug tackle that led to- "I can't believe I told you first. I thought for sure you'd beat me to it."

"Oh, right. Because I was the obsessive fanboy who'd finally shacked up with his idol," I teased, laughing. We'd had this conversation before. If he hadn't said it first, it might have never been said at all. Sometimes I thought he'd known that all along.

"Exactly," he said, tightening his grip on me. I leaned forward to put the mug down and then snuggled up close to him. Even if it was a joke, it wasn't entirely wrong. I still felt slightly dizzy when I thought about the first few months of our relationship. He brought his other arm over to my stomach, fingers trailing under my shirt and across my skin. He palmed my side and took hold as he slid over, tossing a leg to straddle me. His lips went straight to my neck, hands to my hips. I slid my own arms up to his chest, slipping a hand under the collar of his shirt. "You're still worth it, you know," he whispered suddenly, moving his lips to my ear and offering reassurance even when I didn't think I needed it.

"I know," I replied, and I meant it. He smiled against my skin and pulled back a bit, hands sliding up to my chest. He let his palms rest there, fingers tapping out a soft rhythm. He started to lean in again, lips barely touching the corner of my mouth, and then he let out a sound of surprise when a tri-tone ding sounded out.

"We're trending again," he said, reaching for his phone. He seemed excited about it, so I let him have his moment, smiling as I watched him expectantly. "You'll never guess," he mused after a moment, looking back to me. I moved my hands to his hips, trying not to laugh. The past few days had been full of nonstop tweets, gif sets, and text posts about the live show. I was handling it way better than I thought I would, and I think it helped that Phil was so amused by it all. I couldn't be upset by something that made him this happy, and it was honestly a huge relief to not have to worry about someone finding out without our knowledge. At least we'd come out on our own terms.

"What are they saying today?" I asked, patting his sides gently. He squirmed a bit under my touch, and I snickered, knowing I'd found his ticklish spots.

"They're all mostly hoping for on screen kisses," he informed me with a smirk, peeking over the top of his phone. "And squealing in happiness." He touched the screen, scrolling again. "Hashtag Phanisreal is still in the top ten."

"And there it'll stay until the day we die," I reminded him. I did wonder how long it would actually be there. I wasn't stupid enough to think it would die down anytime soon, but would it still be there this time next year? Our fans weren't exactly normal.

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We'd made plans to meet Louise in the evening. As we headed for the Underground, I slipped my hand into Phil's, elation flooding through me at the realization that we'd be able to this all the time now. We wouldn't have to wait until we were in the safety and secrecy of our flat. We started down the steps toward the tube station, and our eyes met briefly. He'd decided to switch out his contacts for glasses for the evening, and I found it hard to look away. I kind of preferred them over the contacts, and I was always trying to talk him into wearing them more often.

We were stepping over the threshold into the train when I heard the voice. "There he is," the guy called out, moving from the crowd of people pouring out through the doors. He ran a hand over his shaved head and I automatically broke into a smile, thinking we were having another run-in with a fan, and walked over to greet him. He shook my hand eagerly, introducing himself as Kagan.

"I guess you know Phil," I said, holding a hand out. To my surprise, a scowl crossed Kagan's face. I lowered my hand, letting it drop to my side. There were two people standing behind Kagan, a man and woman who seemed almost nervous. I attributed it to them being star struck. Phil stepped forward, preparing to give one of them a hug- I knew how his thought process worked; this was his automatic reaction whenever we met fans.

"Hey," Kagan snapped suddenly, pressing a palm to Phil's chest. "No need to be cocky. We're not here to see you." Kagan turned his attention back to me with a warm smile, apparently thinking the conversation was going to continue after what he'd just said.

"We're leaving now," I announced, reaching over to take Phil's hand again. I made sure Kagan could see that, and it turned out to be a mistake.

"Can't believe you came out with him," he practically snarled, taking a step closer to us. "You could have anyone. Why would you settle for this loser?" Phil squeezed my hand then, and I glanced toward him to see that his lip was quivering slightly. Nobody else would notice it, but nobody else was as tuned in to his body as I was.

"Keep your opinions to yourself, please," I said as calmly as possible. The last thing I wanted to do was cause a scene in the middle of the Underground. I gave Phil's hand a tug and started walking. "Come on, babe." He latched onto my side as we walked past Kagan and his friends, but the guy apparently wasn't going to let it go.

"Must have pretty low standards," he continued, louder than before. There were people staring now. I balled my free hand into a fist, clenching and unclenching my fingers. "Hey, Dan, why are you wasting your time with this pathetic"-

That was as far as he got. Without really thinking about it, I twisted around, swinging my fist and hitting his jaw. He staggered back, holding his face with both hands, and fell into the embrace of the woman standing behind him. She looked at him with a pitiful expression and rubbed a soothing palm over his skin. There were a bunch of ooh's sounding out around us, and I locked eyes with Kagan once more.

"I said to keep your opinions to yourself." He glared daggers at me, but didn't make a move to retaliate. I ignored him anyway, turning my attention to Phil, who was looking between us with wide eyes. He'd never let go of my hand, and now I got the impression he was trying to hold me back. I welcomed the contact now, hoping to stay calm.

"Come on," he instructed, pulling me toward the train that was about to leave. We stepped on right as the doors were closing, separating us from the asshole who was still being cradled by the woman, whom I assumed was his girlfriend by the way she was kissing his cheek. As the train began to pull out of the station, I heard Kagan call out again, but I didn't bother trying to catch the actual words. Once we were gone, I turned to Phil and wrapped him up in my arms. He hugged me back tightly, burying his head in the side of my neck. These things never happened, but the hate he still got sometimes was one of the only things he couldn't deal with properly.

"I hate to encourage this behaviour," Phil murmured after a moment of silence, "but thanks for that."

"I love you," I responded, shrugging a shoulder. "Don't forget that."

A/N: Well, guys, here you go. Dan isn't having anyone's BS. I imagine he'd react this way IRL, too.