A/N: I am not proud of this chapter, I PROMISE you this will get better. I am just suffering with really bad writers block and god everything my brain comes up with is pure bull shit. I may write smut in later chapters? Swiggity swut do you want smut?
Warnings: Swearing
Pairing: Phan
(3rd person)
The next day, Dan had wandered the halls aimlessly looking for Phil. The boy with fair skin and diamond eyes. For some reason, Dan had been drawn to Phil, it was like gravity. He never reciprocated feelings to anyone, it was his way of protecting himself, hiding away in that anything but perfect bubble. Stemming back from his habit of casual sex, if the other person gained feelings for Dan, he would leave without a second thought. A feeling that almost resembled fear shuddered through him when he felt the butterflies in his stomach thinking about Phil. Which was stupid, right? How could you feel so nervous thinking about someone you don't know? Well, Dan didn't know either. His pathetic attempts to find Phil were futile, what did he expect? That he would spot him and do "The Notebook" style run up and kiss? No. Because they don't, and won't ever may I add, know each other. He just needed to free his caged mind of "Phil thoughts".
But at the end of the day, Dan felt himself walking on autopilot to the art block. A glimmer of hope shining through his minds natural pessimism. The door was open as Dan stepped inside, once again hearing a faint melody, presumably from Phil. It felt wrong calling him by his first name, almost too personal for their circumstance. But what else was he going to call him? Beautiful stranger? No. Because that is horrifyingly cringeworthy. He walked towards the sound, slowing his pace as he reached the door, almost creeping down the corridor, with the idea that if he was quiet he could listen longer. The song grew to its crescendo, his voice reaching the same level of noise, projecting in the small room. Dan stood wide eyed staring at the unaware boy, breathing slowly, mouth parted in amazement. One again Phil had noticed him and turned the darkest shade of red imaginable, yet stayed silent only cleared his throat, clearly looking for explanation.
"I -er- wanted to tell you you're really good. Sorry again." This time the situation was even worse, and possibly twice as awkward, as this time Dan had set out with the intention of finding Phil again. Clearly, his intentions were not the best. Dan turned on his heel, walking out of the door, with his palms over his eyes muttering obscenities under his breath at his embarrassment.
"W-wait, Dan!" Phil shouted, still a dark shade of red, voice faltering under his shy nature, "Thank you." Phil spoke out again, with a faint smile placed on his lips.
Dan blushed even more and stuttered out a "you're welcome" which was only just quieter than a whisper. The once lively room filled with music and singing was now painfully quiet, both boys looking at each other but avoiding gazes.
"Do-do you want to maybe hang out sometime? I mean, only if you want to it's no big deal. In fact I shouldn't of said anything. Sorry." Dan turned to walk out again now extremely mad with himself at his outburst. THEY DON'T KNOW EACH OTHER. Could he get anymore stupid? Of course Phil would reject him, it was just plain awkward.
Dan was half way down the corridor when Phil reacted, rushing out of the classroom and grabbing Dan's arm to stop his hasty walking.
"I will hangout with you. I mean if you want to?" Phil muttered, secretly hoping Dan did. He always saw Dan in school, I mean he was the most attractive and popular boy there was here.
"Sure" Dan whispered, not intending to be so quiet, but his awkward nature just had to shine through now and make him look like a dork.
"Well, shall we go now? I mean- if you're not busy?"
"Uh, yeah. I mean if you're not? We could go to my place? It's only round the corner.
"Yeah, I'd like that." Phil smiled, speaking slightly louder than Dan. Where had all of his confidence come from? Phil was the shy kid nobody thought twice about when they saw him. Ask anyone who Phil Lester was and the repsonse you'd get would be a confused look and a "Who?".
"Okay" Dan smiled back, revealing his dimples. Phil stared at them, he always had a thing for dimples, especially on Daniel -freaking- Howell. Phil snapped out of his trance and went to collect his belongings, to shortly return and follow Dan's lead.
Where they moving too fast? They didn't know each other, yet they were going to hang out at Dan's house. Was this a bad idea? Most likely, but why not, right?
The boys talked on the short way home, discussing bands and video games. Turns out they had a lot in common, I mean come on- who doesn't like Muse and Crash Bandicoot?
They arrived at Dan's house, and Phil was shocked to see he lived in literally a mansion. They stepped through the front door onto marble tiles, velvet carpets trailing up stairs and a large crystal chandelier hanging in the centre of the hall. He hadn't realised Dan was so, putting it nicely, well off. Dan's house almost made Phil ashamed of his humble background.
"You okay there?" Dan mocked, laughing at Phil's expression.
"Dan, this place is amazing. I had no idea." Phil mumbled, still slightly nervous of Dan and his high status,
"I hate it. It's too big. I wish I lived in one of those little apartments, where everything is cosy and homely. I could get lost everyday in this place if I wanted to. It gets too lonely." Dan rambled, forgetting for once second that anyone could even hear him talking. He often got lost with his thoughts, speaking out loud accidentally a lot.
"No, I mean it's- I don't know. It's just amazing." Phil smiled at Dan, surprise creeping back onto his expression as he realised once more that he was in Dan Howell's house. This was crazy, Phil didn't think Dan had knew he was alive, but here he was.
"Follow me." Dan requested, walking down the overly large hall way, through a tiny door and up a flight of stairs. It almost seemed secret, it was dark and small, almost like a secret passage way. When they reached the top of the stairs, the corridor continued for a short while before they reached a door covered in posters. Dan pushed his body into the door until it fell open, revealing the insides of the room to be a normal teenagers bedroom. It was dark, messy and small, and oddly didn't match the rest of the house. Phil pondered over the concept until he realised what Dan had said, he wanted to live in a small apartment, he wanted a confined space.
The boys stepped inside, Phil lingering around the inside of the door while Dan jumped onto his bed with a grunt.
"What's the matter? You look like you're about to shit yourself in fear, Phil. I'm not /that/ scary am I?" Dan asked and laughed at the thought that Phil was /scared/ of him. He was possibly the least intimidating person in the world.
"No, I'm just confused. Why did you bring me here, Dan? I don't know you? Did someone set you up to do this? 'Get the weird kid into your bedroom and I will pay you a fiver?'" Phil asked, tone slightly harsh as his paranoia set in. See Phil was overly self conscious, he often felt he was being mocked when he wasn't. It was probably a side effect of having slight social anxiety.
"Phil, why would I do that? I'm just interested that's all. You seemed cool." Dan spoke back casually. He knew how to control people, but he didn't want that with Phill. He was so cripplingly lonely that he just wanted friendship, someone to laugh and play video games with him. Nobody really cared in the popular crowd, they just made him feel more alone.
"I don't know, Dan. Why would you do that? You're popular and I'm unknown at our school." Phil shrunk back into himself, the confidence wearing off, making him shy and unresponsive again.
"Phil. I am not popular, nor do I wish to be referred to as "popular". I only hang round with them because they provide limited company. I can't believe I'm about to say this, but I just wanted a friend." Dan rolled his eyes, why was Phil being like this? They had talked all the way home, now they were here he wanted to argue?
"Oh, I'm sorry. It's just nobody ever notices me and I just got paranoid that you were pranking me." Phil said blushing, his quiet voice creeping back on.
"It's fine. Wanna play video games?" Dan asked, swiftly changing the subject in hope of easing the tension.
"Sure," Phil spoke again, trying to act like they were friends. Platonic friends.
(Phil's POV)
I walked over to his bed and perched on the edge, not making eye contact as he was spread out on the bed. I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks as I sat down. Shit. Stop it. He is going to think you're weird. You've finally got a friend, be cool. He may be hot and you may have a crush on him but BE COOL, PHIL. Dan started to boot up the console, finding it funny how there were so many better, newer ones out there, yet Dan chose to play on a PS2. He handed me a controller with a grin, he'd given me player two. Typical.
"Hey this is player two!" I retorted rolling my eyes at him.
"Yeah well this is my house, so I naturally take the role of Godlike player one." He smirked, showing me his dimples again.
"Hm, well if I beat you then I get player one. Deal?" I asked sticking out my hand for him to shake.
"Deal, Philip. Just don't cry when you loose." I laughed at him before focusing my eyes on the tv, waiting for the game to load. It was like my outburst less than 5 minutes ago had been forgotten. Maybe he really wanted to be friends. I could easily have a hot friend like him- PHIL, STOP.
We played a few rounds, and I was still to loose. I have to admit, the boy was a freaking genius when it came to Sonic.
"So what happened to winning, Phil? Because all I see is you forever being player two." Dan mocked, sticking his tongue out of the side of his mouth in mockery.
"I call hax." I mutter, shooting him daggers.
"Woah, if looks could kill. Or maybe it's the fact that you're shit and I'm an impeccable player." He retorts, puffing out his chest, trying to be strong. /Clearly/ failing.
"Shut up, you little shit." I threw back and shoved him off the bed. That'll teach him to be so sassy.
"OW, you're possibly the biggest dick in the universe, Philip." His voice being muffled by the carpet he had his face pressed into. I rolled to the other side of the bed so I could see Dan's face, I laughed to see him face planted to the floor, not even bothering to move.
"Get up then, lazy." I nudged him, coaxing him to get up and reset the game.
"Help me then, it's you're fault I'm down here." He demanded putting his arm up in the air to be lifted up. I took it and pulled, only to have him pull back with all of the force he contained, making me fall the floor. Practically on top of him.
"OwowowOW. I go to do a good dead and you repay me like THIS? No, I don't think this will do, Daniel." I mocked, rolling backwards, trying to conceal the blush so obviously placed on my cheeks. He had just pulled me onto him. What.
"And the reason I was down here in the first place was?" He said whilst sitting up so he could cross his legs, copying my position opposite him.
"Your sassiness gained you a place on the floor."
We fell into silence, just looking at each other. My eyes wandered down to his lips, those soft, plump lips. I honestly have no idea how long I must've been looking at them before Dan cleared his throat. /Oh/ /Lord/. I felt the hotness on my cheeks once more as I changed the direction of my gaze to the floor.
"Snacks? I don't know about you, but I'm starving." Dan rushed out, jumping to his feet and walking hurriedly to the door and stepping out into the darkness, before I joined him.
Oh shit. WELL DONE, PHIL. Now he definitely knows something.
A/N: srsly should I write smut in the later chapters bc I'm feeling le vibes.
Thank u for reading, it is appreciated :3.