A/N: I AM A TERRIBLE HUMAN BEING! I haven't updated this for, what? Like a year? IM SO SORRY! I just began watching other shows and got into different fandoms and phan just took a back seat and then life reallllllly got in the way, sooooo yeaaa, I'm sorry, please don't hate me. Well, you can hate me, but I love you and I hope you can still love the story even though all of you who wanted the second part are probably ready to pelt me with like tomatoes. *Cowers in corner*

Uh, so I hope you enjoy, sorry if it's not good…

Disclaimer: I do not own Dan or Phil. All of the events of this story are purely fiction. The only thing I own is the plot.

~Enjoy! Beware for fluff is afoot.~

Dan's POV italicized are Dan's thoughts.

I used to think my extremely active imagination was one of my best qualities, allowing me to make my videos great and be an interesting person.

However, tonight, I wished I had anything but an overactive imagination as it was literally turning every sound and every shadow into nightmare fuel.

Trembling excessively, I screw my eyes shut, hoping that whatever was coming would finish me off quickly.

Then,

"Daaaaaan?"

Phil?

Is it Phil?

"PHIL!"

"Daaaaaan, why is it so dark?" Phil pouted, shouting from far away.

"The-the power… it went-t off and…" A slight sob echoed past my lips, fear still encasing my being, clenching my heart and drowning me in it's blackness.

"DAN!" Pounding footsteps echo along the walls, as well as a little clumsy stumbling, until soft, delicate fingers graze my cheek.

Still numb with fear, however, I managed to flinch violently away, pushing the warm object to the ground. A loud yelp reaches my ears.

"Dan, what's wrong?" A small voice whispers softly, calming me slightly. My eyes focus and I notice Phil hugging himself, staring at me with large, worried blue orbs.

I've always loved his eyes.

"Ph-Phil...I'm s-sorry, please… I...I got scared, and-" a defeated whimper escapes past my mouth. Trembling, my arms wrap around myself as staccato tremors tear through me; my head bows into my knees, damp tears leaving little damp spots on my knees.

"Dan…" Phil's face is right in front of mine, staring at me with such a sad expression. His hands move up, gently cupping my face, stroking my cheekbones delicately with the pads of his thumbs, leaving soft, tingling sensations on my flushed cheeks. "Shhhh, hey it's okay. You're okay. Nothing is going to get you, not while I'm here to protect you." He's half-joking, but the undertone of sincere care almost causes me to sob again. Really, I don't deserve someone as kind as him.

Gently, my eyes flutter shut as I lose myself in the sensations of his thumbs and the sweet words being whispered into my ears. Slowly, his left hand glides down my sensitive neck, causing a shiver to wrack my body, and twists into my chocolate hair. As if consoling a tiny kitten, his fingers push and pet my scalp, causing the fear to slowly seep from my body, evaporating away.

After some time of this bliss, I manage to regain enough control over my voice to whisper: "Thank you, Phil, really." My hand instinctively cups over Phil's, my cheek finally relaxing and nudging into his hand. Slowly, I lift my other hand to cup his face. A small smile immediately brightens his worried features.

He looks so beautiful in the soft glow of moon, soft and mythical, like the gentle glow of fairy lights covered in snow around Christmas.

The cheesy thought immediately manages to sober me up, though. Dan, people don't think about their best friend this way, stop thinking about Phil this way. No matter how striking and adora- bloody hell, stop!

"Of course, Dan. How about we go make hot cocoa or something and watch a movie on my laptop?" Phil questions, concern still present in his striking blue eyes.

Smiling, I stand up. He removes his hands from me, but after a moment's hesitation, lightly grabs my hand, delivering a gentle, reassuring squeeze as he begins to lead us into the kitchen.

And, you know, my cheeks are definitely NOT raspberry red right now. Really, they're not. Oh, stop lying to yourself.

Brain, sometimes I hate you.

We arrive into the spookily dark kitchen, Phil letting go of my hand to begin blindly reaching for ingredients to prepare hot chocolate. The coldness hits my hand like poison, seeping through me, until shivers begin to run down my spine as my previously quenched fear begins resurfacing at the lack of reassurance from Phil.

I stay as silent as I can though, not wanting to disturb Phil who, now that I think about it, is probably exhausted and not in the mood to deal with a terrified, upset Dan.

However, as Phil lights the stove, my mouth betrays my thoughts, letting a tiny, nearly inaudible whimper release from my quivering lips.

Quick as a cat, Phil spins around, nearly knocking the pot of milk over, and his hands find their way to my shoulders, stroking feather-light down my arms. "Dan! Hey, Dan, what's wrong? Are you okay? Did something happen?" He speaks quickly, eyes wide, and facial features strained. It's so endearing how much he cares…

"Um, yea, sorry. Uh, I don't know, I just…" I trail off, head bent in embarrassment, my cheeks on fire. So much for danisnotonfire.

My cheeks turn even more ablaze when all of a sudden there's no longer any space between me and Phil.

His arms press me into him with so much care; his fingers on his right hand threading and lightly pulling at my still slightly sweat-damp hair, while his left hand strokes my back reassuringly. Warm and soft, his nose nuzzles gently against my neck, face fitting as closely as he can get. His strong, beautiful body radiates a calming warmth, causing me to immediately mold into him. My cheeks may burn red, my heart may beat fast enough to sound like a buzz, and my stomach may tingle and dance, but it all feels so good, so safe; I might actually get drunk off this high, tingling feeling. Sighing happily, I soak up the feeling of Phil. I love it.

After a minute more of this blissful hug, Phil lifts his face, moves his hand free of my hair only to return it to my forehead to move the fringe from my eyes. Feather-light, his lips ghost my forehead, making my breath hitch and insides warm. Phil...

With a small smile on my face, I find his eyes with mine. Returning my smile, Phil begins to gracefully pull us towards the stove, whispering "Let's finish the hot chocolate now, yea?"

He shifts us, so I'm directly in front of the stove, him directly behind me. Snaking past my waist, his arms move to grab the ingredients to finish the hot cocoa. Softly, his chin hooks on my shoulder, his satin cheek delicately nudging against my burning red one. Really, this blushing and tingling where he's touching me needs to stop, like now, before I go insane and do something drastic and potentially ruin our friendship.

Humming to himself, Phil finishes the hot chocolate, surprisingly gracefully considering I'm blocking his way as he basically spoons me while standing up. Handing me my mug, Phil grabs his, and uses his free hand to grasp my free hand (cue butterflies in stomach, red cheeks, and pleasant little shocks where our hands are connected). We move to the sitting area. Phil flops onto the couch, after carefully placing the steaming mug of chocolate bliss on a nearby table, and then reaches out, tugging at my shirt playfully to get me to sit down. Heeding his request, I move to sit, but before I do, Phil sheepishly mumbles "Daaaaan, let's cuddle."

I freeze slightly, hesitant on what to do. Sure, Phil and I cuddle every now and then, but, for some reason, this feels… different. Maybe it was the hug earlier, or my emotions are still a little shaken up? Regardless, as I turn to Phil, his adorable puppy-pout is on full show, and well, no one is saying "no" to Phil at that point. He just looks too cute and innocent.

Heart racing, I set down my mug next to Phil's and begin to slowly climb on top of him. Impatient, Phil grabs at my waist, pulling me down into him, nuzzling his face into my hair, sighing softly. A light chuckle escapes my lips, causing Phil to giggle as well. Soon enough, we're basically spooning, sipping at the decadent chocolate beverage, and watching some movie we both could probably entirely quote as Phil's one hand switches from playing with the hem of my t-shirt, to gliding across my stomach, leaving me warm and breathless.

Soon, a sleepy, little yawn slips past my lips, and I hear Phil nearly inaudibly gush "Awwww." I curl towards Phil, wrapping my arms around him, as he wraps around me. Nuzzling into his shoulder, sleep begins to take over. As the last of my consciousness slips, soft lips carefully and lovingly kiss my nose, and Phil whispers quietly "I love you, Dan."

I love you too, Phil.

A/N: Ewww it's so cheesy, but it's that cheesy fluff that I just love, especially when I'm having a meh day, so yayyy.

Please comment if you liked, want more fluffy one-shots (or any kind of one-shot), or if you would like me to continue this story (because I have a whole idea where this could go to make it like a 10-20 chaptered story, soooo yeaaaa, lemme know if you want that, lol). Thank you!

Hope you enjoyed the story! Love you all~

~Mars~