Dan's POV
The cold tile floor didn't seem as cold with Phil's body around me. Butterflies were in my stomach, here I was, Daniel Howell, an internet cult leader, with PHIL LESTER's body around me. I looked up at him, and his face came into view. His eyes were shut tightly, and his lips flst and emotionless, and I smiled.
I nuzzled into the crook under Phil's chin, but he didn't stir. I saw the gloominess of the room, and the green over cast of the alarm clock, which read 4:00 am. We had lots of time before BBC, so we were good. I tried to dream. I tried to shut my eyes. But all I could think about was the perfect boy above me.
Phil's POV
The sunlight came into the room, almost blinding me. I didn't try to move; as the sleeping Dan was snoring, and sound asleep. My phone lay on the table, and I thankfully can reach it without making Dan awake. I started looking at the weather, and the BBC line up for today. It was time to check my twitter...
The Phandom was up to something, or fangirling over something. All of the tweets said stuff like:
'OMG ITS REAL!"
' NatAttackz OMG NATALIE LOOKAT THIS ASDDFGGHHJKL'
'SAVANAH ITS REAL!'
but then the image popped up.
Me and Dan cuddling from last night.
Last Night.
LAST NIGHT.
LAST NIGHT!
well. shit.
Hey hey! Natalie here! So I did not have any entries so I just made one myself...
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