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summary: Dan Howell had just started college, and he's roommates with someone named Phil Lester, who's quiet and moody. They're similar in a lot of ways, they like the same things, listen to the same music, and they even have matching fringes. They're also basically polar opposites, but that's what makes them attracted to each other, even if they don't know it themselves yet. College AU. Phan, with some kickthestickz.
**also, coughs, this chapter is a bit suggestive. nothing steamy happens, but there's mentions of it oops (blame Chris)
disclaimer: Dan and Phil are not mine!
enjoy~
IV.
the sky
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beep beep beep beep beep
The alarm on Dan's phone continues to go off as he groans sleepily and winces at the noise — not wanting to get up. His eyes are still closed as he fumbles around for his device, accidentally knocking down a few things as he does so. After knocking a picture frame facedown, Dan sighs grumpily and opens his eyes as he scoops his still beeping phone up, shutting all of his alarms off afterwards.
He doesn't realize he's fallen asleep sitting down until he accidentally hits the back of his head on the wall. After cursing and blinking the sleep out of his eyes, he stands up, and as he does so something heavy drops to the floor. Dan blinks in confusion — it's not his blanket that was on him, wasn't it? It looked like he was sitting on top of it. Before reaching down to grab it, he looks up, noticing that aside from the previous beeping noise — it's completely quiet.
And... oh. His roommate's bed is empty. Phil's probably left already.
Immediately, Dan remembers everything that had happened last night. That was just yesterday, wasn't it? Everything that had happened? Which means... Dan lurches forward as he picks up the fallen item — noting that it's indeed Phil's coat (he flushes as he stares at it). Dan places it next to him on his bed, and suddenly, feels his face heating up with embarrassment in all the things that he said to Phil, and vice versa.
I guess we were worried about each other.
No one's ever said that to me before.
It doesn't look that bad. I think it looks nice on you, actually.
Oh, man. Dan regrets saying that he was worried about Phil, even though it was true. After all, he did go and try to find him. Although it ended in quite a mess. He still wasn't sure if things would be the same after that. It'd be a bit awkward between him and Phil for a while, probably. And... Chris and PJ. He totally forgot about them, and remembers the moment when Phil mentioned that both Chris and PJ basically told Phil that Dan was looking for him. How mortifying.
Dan wonders if Chris is going to kill him when he shows up for lunch, but on the other hand he needs to get ready for actual class now. As he looks into a mirror, he realizes that his hair is still in fact curly. Dan groans, he's too lazy to straighten it (although he hates his curly hair with a passion). Looking down, he realizes that he's fallen asleep in the clothes that he had worn last night. Dan frowns, and pulls his horned hoodie off, noticing that it's no longer soaked from the rain, but a little damp now. He wrinkles his nose and tosses it back on his mattress, but leaves the shirt he's wearing on, since it's dryer than his sweater. As he looks outside, he notices it's still quite cloudy outside, and it's drizzling lightly. Stupid rain.
After rummaging through his wardrobe, he pulls on a dark grayish sweater over his head, and removes the previous pair of socks he was wearing (as they are very soaked) from his feet and pulls on two different colored socks. As he does so, he smiles, knowing that he's never seen Phil wear matching socks in the time that he knew him. He shakes his head as he glances at his phone once more, and slips it inside his jeans pocket — before remembering that he has a Biology test today as he yanks on his shoes (which are still wet as well). Well, fuck.
But Dan doesn't really care if he's going to fail or not; his mind is somewhere else at the moment.
He hums some kind of tune as he throws stuff in his backpack, and swings it over his shoulder. Dan takes one last glance at he and Phil's place, looking from one bed to the other, until he finally sighs and leaves the room, locking the door behind him as he walks to his French class, wondering what would happen later.
Pretty soon, lunch came.
Dan's humming a song when he approaches the table that he and his friends sit at, and notices that Chris and PJ are already seated there, talking to one another. Phil's not there yet, apparently (which is kind of a relief for Dan). As Dan comes closer to the two of them, he sees Chris and PJ's heads lift up — and at once both of them break out into wide, matching grins. Dan takes a seat and sets his tray down, his eyebrows raised in apprehension, preparing himself for whatever the two of them were going to say.
"You're alive!" Chris then says, spreading out his arms.
Dan can't help but smile and shake his head at Chris's ridiculousness. "Surprised?"
"Of course we are." PJ then pipes up. "You actually did go and try to find him. And we know how hard it was raining yesterday."
"I — " Dan opens his mouth to protest, but stops when he sees both Chris and PJ's knowing looks. "I — I, uh, yeah. About that." He quickly says, placing a hand to his jugular as he grins in embarrassment. He looks back up to see Chris wiggling his eyebrows. "Shut up." However, this doesn't stop Chris and PJ from bursting out into bouts of laughter. Feeling slightly defeated, Dan rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his curly hair. He sighs. He had seen this kind of reaction coming.
PJ stops laughing faster than Chris does, who's now clutching his sides. PJ's light green eyes trail over to Dan's curly hair, and he raises his eyebrows in confusion. "New look, Dan?" He says, gesturing to his hair. Dan shakes his head — and he's about to answer when a new voice interrupts. "Nah, Peej — it's his natural hair." Slightly surprised, Dan looks behind him, and Phil is standing there, smiling softly. He's holding a tray with clam chowder on it. At once, Dan feels his cheeks heat up at his arrival, and promptly looks at his own potato soup instead.
"Hey, Phil." PJ then greets him, smiling. "You're not working today?"
Phil shakes his head. "Since I took a shift yesterday, I'm off today." At these words, Dan remembers the whole fiasco that had happened yesterday, and if possible, blushes even more. If Phil notices this, he doesn't say anything regarding it, and Dan is slightly grateful for that.
"How do you know that Dan's hair is naturally curly?" Chris then says, curiously.
"He told me last night." Phil replies, as he swiftly takes a seat besides Dan (who still is furiously blushing).
A kind of awkward silence then ensues.
Dan looks up slightly. His eyes dart over to both Chris and PJ, who's eyebrows are both raised with slight suggestion and have a mixture between a smirk and a smile on their faces. He raises his head completely, and frowns, confused at their sudden reaction. Next to him, Phil is casually stirring his clam chowder, completely oblivious to the current situation. Then Dan coughs, unable to deal with so much awkwardness, addressing the two males in front of him. "Um, what?"
"Did you guys, uh, do anything yesterday? That we should know of?" Chris then says, unable to hide his smile.
Dan is almost afraid to ask. "Like — ?"
"Something that happens when two people like each other very mu — "
Besides Dan, Phil freezes, and he almost drops his spoon inside his soup. On the other hand, Dan wants to sink through the floor and go somewhere — somewhere away from here, that's for sure. He and Dan exchange glances, both of them looking equally shocked and embarrassed. Then the two of them broke off their stare, and Dan could feel his cheeks burning intensely. He glares at Chris, who's now putting his hands up in surrender.
"Hey, I mean if you guys want to keep it private — "
"Shut up." Phil advised.
Chris grins, despite Phil's rude response. "Okay."
After that, PJ awkwardly starts a new subject, and pretty soon the four of them are just talking about school, and just random crap in general. It's something that Dan is grateful for, and the previous tension fades away, replaced with now loud laughter and constant jokes. The three of them do remark on how Dan's natural hair is curly (much to Dan's mutters about his hate for his Hobbit hair), and a few times into the conversation, Dan is aware that Phil glances at him quite often. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't looking at Phil multiple times either.
Phil then leaves early, having said that he has to catch his next class — and pretty soon, it's just the three of them again.
The first thing Chris does is click his tongue. Then he grins, and places his head between his hands, leaning forward. His eyes are twinkling with admiration. "So." He says, his eyebrows raised. "I'm pretty sure someone had a great night yesterday. And by the way, you're welcome." At this, Dan rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Next to Chris, PJ is chuckling lightly, his arms crossed.
"But did you get laid, though?" Chris then asks, and Dan almost chokes on his potato soup.
It takes a while for him to swallow painfully and breathe again. "NO! Honestly!"
"Cough up, Chris." PJ then said, his palm open. Completely bewildered, Dan watches as Chris grumpily pulls out what seems to be a ten pound note and places it on PJ's open hand. Dan could only gape at the sight before him — as PJ smirks and places the money inside his backpack, and as Chris sighs and shakes his head in disappointment. Dan places his spoon back in his soup as he groans and massages his temples.
Chris sighs. "You upset me, Dan."
"You guys were betting on that?!"
The brown haired male laughs, not exactly answering Dan's question. "Well — "
As Dan stammers and feels his cheeks flush once more, PJ interrupts him. "Actually, you should be thankful, Dan. It was Chris who told me yesterday, while you guys were doing whatever, that he wanted to bet that you and Phil would, you know." At this, he wolf-whistled, and Dan hid his face in his hands. "I thought otherwise. I said, 'why would they bang each other when they've just met a few months ago'? We argued about it for a while, and then we settled on betting ten pounds. And I won. So take that, Chris."
"Oh, shut up. You know they will do it eventually."
"Just so you know," Dan then remarks loudly, stirring his potato soup quite forcefully. His mind is spinning and his cheeks are red. "I'm right here. And I'm eating. If you guys want to talk about stuff like that, I'm not interested in what you guys have to say, sorry." He gestures to his lunch tray. He groans when PJ and Chris are giggling like little schoolgirls once more, and he facepalms, wishing that he could be absolutely anywhere except here. Even Antarctica seems like a reasonable option. Once hearing Dan's groans however, Chris breaks out in laughter once again.
"Save that for Phil, Dan."
"WHAT? I don't even like him like that!"
"You're not fooling anyone, sweetie."
And thus Dan continues to ignore the two of them's remarks for the rest of the whole lunch, his face uncomfortably warm.
He's much more relaxed, later that day, when the final bell rings.
Dan's pretty sure that he probably failed that stupid Biology test, for when he had received it, just the first question alone proved that Dan had absolutely no idea what he was doing. He was able to answer a few questions on that test, but either way he was pretty sure that he would've failed either way. Whatever. It was still the first semester, and he was alright in Biology anyway.
He makes his way to his dorm room, saying a 'see you later' to a smirking PJ before he leaves, since they're in Biology together.
Later when Dan approaches he and Phil's dorm, he realizes that it's unlocked.
He's a bit surprised at first, but remembers that Phil isn't working today. Dan pokes his head in, and sure enough finds Phil sitting on his bed, scrolling through on his phone. Instantly a smile spreads out on Dan's face, and he's still beaming when he closes the door shut behind him. At this, the other male looks up from his phone, and he gives Dan a small smile in return as well. "Hey." Phil says, in greeting. "How was your test in Bio?" He asks, as Dan throws his backpack on his mattress. For a second, Dan is confused on why he knows about that — but then he remembers that he had told him that yesterday.
"I think I failed." Dan shrugs.
Phil tsked. "Well, that isn't good."
"I couldn't care less, to be honest." Dan smiles, and Phil rolls his eyes at his remark.
The black haired male shifts around in his spot, and he's sitting cross legged now. Dan, on the other hand, notices that Phil's coat is still on his own mattress. Slightly embarrassed, he picks it up from the place he'd left it in, and he holds it out. "Um... here. Your coat. Phil." the brown haired male mutters, as Phil blinks, and takes it back from him. There's a small smile on Phil's face as he grabs the material from Dan's hands. "Thanks."
"No." Dan then says. He looks up at Phil, into those blue eyes of his. "Thank you."
The two of them stare at each other like that, for a while. It's funny — because Dan doesn't know why he's able to maintain the eye contact. However, Phil's eyes are really startling, and Dan knows that he'll never get tired looking at them. The both of them aren't blinking, and Dan is too busy staring into Phil's eyes to notice. They seem even more blue when Phil doesn't wear his glasses. After a short while, Dan breaks the glance off, and covers his embarrassed blush with him brushing his fringe aside.
"It's nothing, really." When he looks back at Phil, he's smiling softly back at him.
Feeling a little bit self-conscious, Dan chooses to play around with his phone, which he's holding with both of his hands. A couple more moments of silence pass by, but it's not really an awkward one. On the contrary, it's a pretty comfortable silence, and Dan quietly admits that he enjoys it. He's brought to his attention again when Phil starts talking once more. "So, um, Dan, do you wanna step out for a bit?"
Dan blinks, and feels himself blushing again. It's the first time Phil's suggested something like this.
"I mean, um, if you have stuff to do..." Phil then starts, slowly. He's not meeting Dan's gaze now, his eyes are trained on his own backpack on the floor. "We don't have to leave if you don't want to... I guess?" Phil trails off, and Dan swears that his pale face has a hint of a red tint on it. Upon seeing this, Dan can't help but smile at his roommate. He's never really seen this side of him before.
"Phil?" Dan then cuts in. The other male looks up in slight surprise. "I'd love to. Actually."
His blue eyes brighten up at this, and Dan giggles.
It's not raining anymore when the two of them leave their dorm room.
Dan's not even sure what they're going to be doing out here, anyway. It's a good thing that Chris and PJ don't know that this is currently happening, if they'd found out that the two of them were out together, they probably would've suspected something. It's cold and slightly windy, but what could you expect. It wasraining extremely hard just yesterday, after all. In fact, Dan was there to witness it. He stuffs his hands inside his jean pockets, and exhales. "Phil?"
"Yeah?" The other male replies. They haven't said anything for a while.
"Where exactly are we going?"
"Nowhere exactly."
Confused, Dan stops walking. He's frowning and smiling in bewilderment at the same time. "What do you mean?"
"I only wanted to leave to talk." Phil says simply. He's standing a few inches away from Dan, for he had continued walking a little bit as Dan had stopped in his tracks. Dan is still frowning up at him as he slowly catches up to the other male, who just nods at him. "We're not going anywhere in particular, but there's this place I kind of want to show you, actually." Phil continues. At this sudden remark, Dan snorts.
"So we are going somewhere, you dingus."
Phil scoffs, but he's smiling afterwards.
'Wherever they were going' was off campus, which Dan privately thought was a good thing. It kind of would be weird to walk around school, knowing that there still are teachers, students, and even the janitor around. So you could imagine Dan's relief when the two of them left campus, and instead continued walking to somewhere else. On the way, they passed by the coffee shop Phil worked in, and Dan couldn't help but smile to himself. He was in fact there yesterday.
Fifteen minutes later, Phil slows down to a stop.
Dan raises his head up in fascination. They're in front of a park, or something like that. Well, it seems to be a park. Not a lot of kids are out playing on it, because it is pretty cold. But there are a few brave children laughing and chasing each other on the equipment, and Dan looks back at Phil for a possible explanation. Phil looks back, and he glances down at him. "Let's go over here."
The two of them walk out a bit; away from where all the park equipment is. Pretty soon, the children playing at the park become farther away from the two of them. After a while, Phil then stops under a huge tree. He's frowning as he steps around in the grass, and Dan glances at him, slightly bewildered. "Phil? What are you — ?"
"Just making sure the grass isn't wet." Phil reassures him. He then sits down, and pats the space next to him. "Sit down with me."
Dan obeys, and the two of them sit on the grass — which surprisingly isn't wet, for some reason. Maybe the rain missed a couple of spots. Dan sighs at his ridiculous thinking as he sits down next to Phil, who had brought his legs up to his chest. "I'm sorry." Phil then sighs, and Dan turns around to face him. "This probably doesn't make any sense at all. Why we're here, I mean." The brown haired male tilts his head slightly, and blinks.
"It's fine." Dan answers.
The two of them sit in silence for a while, not really talking. It's weird, because it feels different — sure, Dan's talked to Phil almost every day (they were roommates and friends at this point, after all), but right now, it feels kind of strange. Maybe they don't really know each other as they thought. Sure, there's their pasts that they've never shared with one another. But Dan doesn't want to pry about Phil's, because according to Chris and PJ, it probably wasn't a very happy one.
In fact, it's probably why Phil was quite distant from Dan when the two of them had first met.
Although, it may have been different because of what had happened yesterday, with Dan-trying-to-find-Phil and Phil-trying-to-find-Dan. Even if they did end up running into each other in the end, Dan knew how worried the two of them were about each other (for he had basically yelled to Phil how worried he was about him, and vice versa), and he still wasn't really sure how to feel about that.
Phil had just started opening up to Dan a little more, recently — and to be honest, Dan didn't want to lose that friendly spark (he does not care about what Chris thinks about their relationship) the two of them had with each other. Phil certainly does seem happier the passing days, but Dan knows that sometimes he still can be moody and upset. He feels like Phil should be the one to tell him about what happened, and in turn, he won't pry about it. Surely he'd know, maybe one day.
"If we only came out here to talk," Dan then mutters, softly. "might as well do so, right?"
The other male chuckles. "Yeah, I know. I think I might have too many things to talk about though."
"Is that why you're not saying anything?"
"Possibly."
Dan shakes his head, and then shifts forward. "You're impossible." He changed from his sitting position to now laying down, so he could face the gray sky. Although there was nothing in particular to look at, the sight of the dark clouds felt calming, for some reason. The grass strands tickle his ears as he rolls over to face Phil, who is still sitting down, although he's looking at Dan with an amused expression on his face. "Lay down with me."
Phil's eyebrows raise. "Why? There really isn't anything to see, is there?"
"Phil."
"Dan." Phil mocks him. Dan rolls his eyes and looks back up at the sky, on his back once more. It isn't until five minutes later when he sees Phil scoot forwards and lay down next to him, at the corner of his eye. As Dan grins slyly at his roommate, Phil sticks his tongue out at him in response. After he finally settles down, the two of them look up at the gray sky together.
"Nothing to see?" Dan then speaks up. He turns his head to look at Phil, who's a few inches away from him.
Phil laughs; it's a nice sound to hear. "Do you see anything?"
Dan smiles, and turns his attention back to the gray sky. "Come on, Phil. Surely you'd see something. You're the one that brought me here, after all." He looks back at Phil, who's staring right back at him, his blue eyes glinting with amusement. At those words, Phil exhales, and he grins, now staring back up at the sky. He squinted a little, as he looked with fascination at the sky.
"I see clouds." Phil muses. "I see lots and lots of gray clouds."
"Oh, wow. I see them too. Are we in the same place or something?"
Phil cracks a smile at this, and he looks back at Dan, who's smirking back at him. "You're impossible." He just says, and Dan laughs, only realizing that Phil just said the same exact thing that Dan had said earlier. And although Dan's heart nearly stops because of this, he shrugs it off. He probably didn't realize it, anyway. "You know, Dan, the only reason why I've brought you here is because it's really nice in the springtime."
"Then why'd you bring me here now?" Dan murmurs, although he's unable to hide his smile. "It's not spring."
The brown haired male giggles as Phil throws grass strands onto his face. "I brought you here so you could see the park before it was springtime. I'm not going to lie, but I think that the park's still beautiful in the winter too, you know." He says. "I think it's funny because some people think that they're seeing two separate parks when they come here both in winter and spring. But I, honestly, can't see the difference between the park in winter versus the park in summer. It's still the same park, but with different variations."
Dan looks at Phil, who looks back at him.
"That's a very interesting thought of yours, actually." Dan then responds. He grins as Phil gives him a small smile, clearly pleased with himself. He continues, "I can't agree with you on that one yet, because I haven't seen this particular park in spring. Sorry about that." After he finishes, Phil rolls his eyes, but he's still smiling.
"Well, obviously, cause I've only brought you here today."
A comfortable blanket of silence then washes over them for a few moments.
"So, tell me, Dan." Phil later says to him. Dan looks to his right to see Phil glancing back at him. "Tell me what you see." He points to the gray sky above him. "And don't just say the clouds, or whatever, even though I did. I'm just curious, but what do you see in the clouds, Dan?"
Dan squints at the sky. "I see a lot of things, Phil."
"Aren't you psychic."
The brown haired boy smiles at this, as he glances at the clouds. The sky seems to have gotten darker, now. The clouds look more blueish-gray from the previous light gray color before. "The thing is, there are too many things to list." He breaks his gaze from the sight above him and glances back to look at Phil, who's staring back at him quite intently. "I see someone being proposed to. I also see someone crying, and someone cheering them up. I also see children playing with each other, not worrying about the later things in life. I see someone getting promoted, and someone graduating. I see someone getting rejected. I see someone having the best day of their life, and someone having the worst."
Phil blinks at him, probably confused. "I don't mean to be rude, Dan, but how do you know these things actually happen?"
"I don't." Dan replies. "But it's always a possibility. The thing is, Phil, there is one sky. One sky that a lot of people sure do look up to. We are under that sky. And since there are so many people inside this world, a lot of things can happen under this one sky, you get what I mean? It's weird, you know. I don't know if the things I mentioned right now are true, but you can never tell in this world. You can't predict the future, but you sure can think a lot about it. So those are the things I see. They might not necessarily happen, but then again they may have. So in a way, there's so much things that can happen in this world, all under one day, and one sky."
The black haired male doesn't say anything for a while.
"That's amazing." Phil then says, thoughtfully. "That whole... thing, you just told me — that's pretty something, Dan."
Dan chuckles lightly. "Nah, not really..."
"Don't say that." The other male suggests. "I care about your opinions."
At the mention of those words, Dan is probably blushing now. It's a good thing that it's darker now, but it doesn't help matters that Phil seems to be glancing at him as Dan's face continues to heat up. Instead of facing Phil back, Dan faces the other direction, and mutters, "Thanks." He's brought to his attention once more when something gently brushes against his still-curly hair, and when Dan turns around (thinking it's some kind of bug or something), he's met with Phil's outstretched arm.
"Oh, sorry — " Phil then starts, looking a bit embarrassed. " — there was grass in your hair."
"There's grass everywhere."
"I know that." He smiles. "But it's kind of bothering me. Is it okay if I — ?" Phil gestured with his hand.
"Yeah. Yeah, it's fine."
A few seconds later, Dan feels Phil plucking the grass strands out of his hair and scattering them back onto the ground, where they belong. There's nowhere really to look except at Phil, who's kind of concentrating on removing the pieces of grass from Dan's scalp. Dan smiles to himself; it's pretty cute on how Phil gets so focused on things — but he keeps that part to himself. "You wanna know something, Dan?"
"Uh... What?"
Phil's gaze softened, and his blue eyes met Dan's in the dark. "You may not like your curly hair, but I do."
"I — " Dan stammers. "I — I... thank you..."
Phil doesn't say 'you're welcome' in response, but he doesn't really need to, because Dan could basically read it on his expression. After Phil finishes pulling out the remaining strands of grass in Dan's hair, the two of them stare at each other for a while. It's really weird, honestly, on how well you could know someone in just a short amount of time. Maybe it was Dan's imagination, but were their faces getting closer?
In the midst of it all, Dan's phone started buzzing — and at the sudden noise both he and Phil jump and sit up straight. Dan stares at Phil for a few seconds, feeling slightly embarrassed, but then frowns as he pulls his phone out of his pocket, reading the Caller ID. Chris Kendall, the contact reads. Dan nervously bites his lip as he looks up at Phil, who shrugs in response. He accepts the call and waits.
"DAN?"
"Hey, Chris. Wh — "
" — WHERE ARE YOU?"
"Uh... with Phil."
That may not have been the thing to say in this situation, but it was the truth. But he sure wasn't prepared for the outbursts of what seemed to be both Chris and PJ at the same time yelling at him through the phone (although it was mostly Chris). "Chris, give me the goddamn phone — " was Peej's voice, and sure enough when Dan pressed his phone to his ear again, PJ asked "Hello? Dan? Can you hear me?"
"Hey Peej, ask him if he has protection on him!" yells Chris from the background.
More shuffling. "Uh... I think you heard that. I'm sorry."
"Er, it's fine. Also, tell Chris to kindly shut up for me. We're just out at the moment, but we're coming back pretty soon."
"Oh, okay." Dan could hear the curiosity in his voice. "Chris, Dan tells you to kindly shut up!"
Dan can't really make out what the two of them are now arguing about, but he sighs. "It's okay. We're fine. We're coming back, like now. Okay? All right. Goodbye. Tell Chris that I could hear the things he's saying. Yeah, okay. Bye." He then says, and hangs up. He groans as he massages his temples, and then looks at Phil, who is looking back at him curiously. "They're looking for us."
"Okay." He sounds a little disappointed, but maybe it's Dan's imagination.
"Let's go?" Dan asks, and Phil nods in response.
Phil starts walking ahead of he does, but as soon as Dan catches up to him, he grabs Phil's jacket sleeve. Slightly surprised, the taller of the two turned around, possibly confused. However, Dan is blushing and kind of regretting what he's doing, but nevertheless — he sighs and lets go. He looks up at Phil, a small smile on his face. "Phil... thank you. Really. Thank you for this whole thing. It was really nice, and I liked it."
It's dark, but Dan can still see Phil's smile. "It's no problem."
The two of them then make it back to the dorm, arms lightly brushing against one another.
"There's still grass in your hair, by the way." Phil sighs, flicking some of the strands away.
Dan would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it.
A/N: so this took me the entire day to write and i assure you i'd probably have worked faster if i wasn't checking my phone every so often.
i really want to meet dan and phil, don't you? i might be able to see them when they go on tour, but that's only if i get straight A's. hopefully i'd be able to go ;w; i really want to, and tbh i might cry if i do. no, i will cry. most likely.
i hope you enjoyed this fluffy chapter i provided for ya. another one should should should be coming out soon, i promise! and then you guys could learn about their pasts and stuffs. but is dan starting to develop a crush on phil, or — ? tune in to find out B)
love you,
-choco xx