His eyes moved around the mirror, checking every detail of himself before letting a small sigh escape his lips. He looked okay, he was fine. He looked down at the cuffs of his black jacket and pulled at them in some sort of attempt to make them look better.

"Am I really doing the right thing here?" he asked out loud to himself as he ran a hand through his already perfectly styled hair.

Today was the day he was actually be getting married. The day Phil Lester was to be married to a boy five years younger than him who he didn't even know. It was now that he looked at his hair which seemed to dark with his black suit that he thought that maybe he might be doing the wrong thing. But although these thoughts kept swirling around his head he knew he was making the right choice by doing this.

"Phil? We're ready to begin now"

Before Phil could even turn to answer they were gone, whoever they were. Just another person involved with this wedding, he guessed. He gave himself one last long look in the mirror before leaving the room and making his way to the main hall. When he arrived, the guests -which he honestly knew none of- were begging to all pile in and take their seats. As he made his way down the isle, he noticed how many people were standing up there. Of course John, Dan's father, was standing up there. It made Phil feel a little sick honestly. Maybe it was the nerves of getting married, or the fact that everyone's eyes were on him already and the ceremony hadn't even began yet.

John stuck his hand out for Phil to shake as he approached him. Phil grasped John's hand tightly in his, shaking it as he flashed the older man a small smile.

"You ready then?"

"Yes, of course"

John smiled, dropping Phil's hand "I better go get him then" he said before quickly leaving the room to obviously get Dan.

Then followed the tense moment of not quite silence but quietness. The guests quietly chatted among themselves while Phil just stood there sort of awkwardly, not sure if he was even allowed to talk. Then came the priest's soft voice telling everyone the ceremony was about to begin.

The organ piped up as a little girl who must have only been about five or six began to slowly make her way down the isle throwing little flowers as she walked. You could pretty much hear the whole room aw at her as she stopped half way to pick up a single flower and throw it in the air again. Then came a boy who Phil thought he might have recognised as one of his distant cousins or something, but he couldn't be sure. This whole wedding was planned by his mum and John so he literally only knew what was supposed to happen for the ceremony and that was it. Of course he was the one who had agreed to marry Dan. But as soon as his mum heard she wanted to plan this whole thing.

Several more people walked down until the priest announced it was time to stand for the groom. A new song kicked in on the organ as John and Dan quickly slipped into the room.

Breathe, just breath Phil. Everything will be okay. He repeated to himself as he watched Dan's face. He honestly looked scared to death. No wonder though. Phil had to admit if he was told he had to marry a complete stranger at seventeen he would be scared. He was scared now but he couldn't show that.

As they slowly made their way down the isle Dan looked even more anxious with every step. Phil was growing more anxious as well but tried to stay calm. As much as he wanted to admit it that he was scared and it was okay for Dan be scared, he knew he really couldn't. It sucked being an adult sometimes, it was just one of those things.

Dan looked nervously into Phil's eyes and Phil did the same back. He was scared as hell but, god did Dan look beautiful. Handsome, whatever the proper term he was supposed to use was.

"You look nice, Dan" He managed to say softly. He felt he needed to say something or this really would have just been so awkward. They were only meeting for the first time here and all they'd done was look at each other anxiously.

Dan seemed to take on a slight look of panic for a second before his features returned to that same sad, uneasy smile "Yeah…you too"

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Nothing good comes easily. That's what Phil kept telling himself every time he began to doubt what he was doing. He thought that by being the nicest he could be and doing everything he thought he should do, would win Dan's heart. Of course it probably wouldn't, but he could try. Things like that only happened in fairytales, and life sure wasn't a prefect love story. But he wanted to try. He'd work at it and he'd make Dan fall in love with him, he was determined.

Getting past his guard will be the first step, then we can make this work. But the question which played on Phil's mind more than anything was: Would Dan even give him a chance?

He sat staring at the pancakes in front of him as Dan quickly took his seat a cross the table. Although Phil's mind was still clouded with all those bad thoughts, one look into Dan's eyes were all it took to wash them away.

There he is, my husband. My beautiful husband who will love me someday.

"How are your pancakes?"

"Fine" Dan answered quickly. Phil could tell he was uncomfortable. Of course he was. He wanted to believe this would work, but Dan didn't seem to even be slightly enjoying himself at all. And as their eyes met Phil could see the pain in them. He knew deep down that he couldn't possibly be the one who had caused Dan so much pain, but that didn't stop him from feeling guilty. He just wished he knew what Dan was thinking. He wanted Dan to be comfortable and actually feel wanted around him. Not unhappy and constantly miserable.

Maybe he should have just gone to that meeting today instead of staying with Dan. Maybe that really would have been for the best. It definitely would have been less awkward. If he went to work and got out of the house there was a chance he could get his thoughts together and say what he wanted to say to Dan.

"I…I've got to get going. I have a meeting today. I was gonna miss it if you needed me but…" he sighed, why couldn't he just get up and leave like a normal person? "I get it Dan, you don't want to be here. That much is obvious but, we're married. If you like it or not we've got to at least act like we get on"

Phil instantly felt horrible for saying it. He was supposed to just say he needed to go to work, get up and leave and be done with it. But no, by the look on Dan's face he could tell there was going to be an argument. He had upset Dan on their first proper day of living together. He was doing just great wasn't he.

"So I'm supposed to just act like everything is fine then?"

"I don't want to fight with you Dan" Phil said, trying to make himself turn away and walk away from this. Don't retaliate. Just walk away and everything will be fine.

"I don't want to even be here for you to fight with. Why did you want to marry me in the first place?"

"Dan…"

"Come on!" Dan shouted, standing up abruptly and making his chair fall behind him. "You wanted this so what have you got to be regretful for? It's my dreams that have been ripped away from me, not yours!"

Phil just stared at Dan, not sure how to respond or what to even do. It then hit him, Dan didn't know. He thought John would have told him. He was completely up front about it with Phil so why wouldn't he tell his own son. This was bad, really bad. No wonder Phil was so upset.

"Dan do you…do you really not know why this happened?"

"Of course I do. My dad wanted me to marry you because you're rich and famous and everyone loves you. You're a nice guy who everyone adores, so who better to be married to"

Phil remembered that day perfectly and that sure wasn't the reason. How could John have not told Dan?

"Oh god…that's not…You really need to talk to your dad, Dan"

There were so many things he needed to tell Dan. Needed to assure him off. Dan needed to know the truth. And as much as Phil wanted to tell him, he knew this was something John himself had to tell his son.