Dan had no idea that Phil owned such provocative underwear. It was the next morning, and sunlight was shining on Phil's near naked sleeping body. Dan ran his fingers over Phil's chest, barely touching his skin. What a beautiful man. Dan reluctantly got up and dressed, before going through to their kitchen. It was still early in the morning as Dan disposed of all the sharp knives in the house, and secured any remaining sharp objects. He made sure to get rid of Phil's whisky before beginning to cook. He attempted pancakes, but eventually scrapped that idea and decided on boiled eggs. He lay the breakfast out on the table before returning to his bedroom. Phil was just waking up and seeing Dan sped up the process.
"Good morning," Dan smirked, "some interesting 'pajamas' you have there Phil."
Phil crossed his arms, "I could say the same to you,"
Dan stuck out one hip and smoothed back his hair, "You like it?"
Phil snorted and walked over to Dan, swinging his hips as he went,
"I would prefer if you took it off."
Phil was for a second, probably to get an idea of Dan's reaction. He laughed it off but felt slightly flattered.
"No, really."
That was what shocked dan. He mumbled a thank you as he showed Phil through to the kitchen. He sat down opposite him and they chewed their eggs in silence.

God, what was that flirting! Phil stumbled through to his room after the awkward encounter and sat with his head in his hands. Dan's head peaked around the door.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah..."
Phil was glad to see that Dan had put some clothes on. Finally.
"You said that you'd read the comments today," Phil pulled out his laptop.
"What do I have to lose,"
As the pair read through the comments, messages of love, respect and support were all that they could find. Some channels had already put up response videos, which were just as supportive if not more. Phil was so glad to see Dan so happy that he nearly kissed him. He made do with holding his hand. Eventually, they turned off the laptop.
"Wow."
"Yeah. Wow."
Phil rubbed his thumb over the back of Dan's hand.
"Truth or dare,"
Dan was looking at him expectantly,
"Oh, um, dare,"
"Next time we go shopping, you have to buy a thong,"
"Dan!"
"It's your dare, you can't change it,"
Phil sighed
"Ok then, truth or dare,"
Dan considered this for a minute,
"Truth,"
Phil bit his lip and came up with something he was dying to know,
"Who did you dump Lola for?"
Dan grunted and moved his hand onto Phil's thigh,
"Do I have to tell you?"
"Yes. Unless you want a forfeit?"
"No, I'll tell you." Dan threw his head back and breathed out slowly, "I dumped Lola for..." He looked at Phil, "Just promise me that you won't freak out,"
Phil nodded but his heart was racing in anticipation. He wanted to know who it was so that he could finally put down his unreturned affection to Dan. His unhealthy addiction.
"I dumped Lola for you. I preferred you, Philip Lester over literal supermodel Lola Lindsey, who had somehow fallen head over heels in love with me. And I had fallen for someone else."
They sat in silence. Phil was filled with such wonderful emotions he could barely keep a straight face. Somehow, Dan's expression got darker by the second.
"I-I'm sorry Phil,"
"Dan?"
He got up and ran out of the room. Phil chased him, but quickly lost sight of the boy. He considered his options, then ran out to the balcony, finding Dan sobbing on the floor.
"Dan?"
Phil said it tentatively, making sure not to upset him further.
"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."
Dan was gulping for air, the morning light shining off his tears.
"Don't be."

Dan didn't know what was happening as Phil approached, only that he had made the greatest mistake of his life. Phil's lips parted, forming Dan's name.
"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry,"
His tears started distorting Phil's figure. Dan dropped his head, wishing that words could be undone.
Phil's slender fingers reached under Dan's chin, and brought it back up, so that he was gazing into Phil's eyes. Phil cupped his face in his hands and leaned in closer, so that the tips of their noses were touching.
"Don't be."
Phil pressed his lips against Dan's cheek, lingering for a moment on his skin. Phil got up, reluctantly releasing Dan's face as he went. He reached out a hand and Dan took it.
"Shall we go inside?"
Dan nodded and followed him in. He tried to take his hands out of Phil's grasp, but he only held on tighter. Dan felt warmth rise in just chest knowing that Phil still wanted to spend time with him. He thought he had messed up but, maybe not. Maybe, just maybe Phil felt the same way. No, Dan shouldn't get ahead of himself. He was probably just pitying him. Dan looked up to find that they were in Phil's room. Phil had grabbed Lion from Dan's room and he placed it back on the dresser. He spread his arms wide and Dan practically fell into them, feeling his tears beginning to wet Phil's shirt. Phil sat down with Dan still in his arms, making sure that Dan was lying on top of him. Dan could feel his heartbeat through his shirt as he tried not to cry onto Phil's shoulder.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, "I'm ruining your shirt."
He tried to get up, but Phil put a hand on his back, keeping him down.
"It's okay, you're more important."
At these words, Dan lost his grasp on control, and he cried for everything that had ever happened, and for everything that ever would. Phil whispered consolations into his ear, promising that it would be okay. Once his tears had dried, Dan felt Phil sit up. He shuffled around so that he was on Phil's lap and had his arms around his waist.
"Dan?"
"Yeah?"
"We haven't gone outside in three days,"