Phan Fluff One-Shots

Sheet-Stealer

By: INeverHadMyInternetPhase on ao3

Word count: 3,914

Summary: 5 times Phil stole the bedcovers, and 1 time Dan got there first.
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The first time, Dan had only just met Phil.

The day in Manchester was more than perfect – so much so, in fact, that Dan was still ninety-percent certain that he was floating in some kind of dream world, and his favourite YouTuber had never tweeted him in the first place, and his mind had constructed this very elaborate alternate universe spanning several months until he actually imagined himself meeting AmazingPhil for the very first time.

Except, that hug at the train station earlier had felt pretty real, and he wasn't AmazingPhil, he was just Phil, with arms entirely too warm and a grin so bright it warmed even Dan's cold and lonely heart. So Dan dared to believe it was real, dared to wrap his own slender arms around Phil's broad shoulders, and curled himself up into Phil's warmth.

The city was probably lovely. Dan knew he'd been taken around most of the sights, but his eyes had been on Phil for the whole day. He'd watched Phil smiling back at him, sensed the nervousness in those blue eyes, and so Dan somehow found the bravery to grab Phil's hand in his own as they wandered the streets together.

The reassuring squeeze he'd received in return was more than enough.

But that was hours ago, and now Dan found himself in Phil's family bathroom, staring into a mirror to a face he barely recognised. He could see his own familiar features, but it was as if they'd been stretched and brightened, lit with a confidence he'd never seen before. His eyes looked warm; his cheeks looked healthy. He barely recognised the pasty teenager he knew lay underneath.

Apparently, that's what Phil did to him – gave him a confidence he didn't even know he had.

Dan was smiling as he finished brushing his teeth. He slipped back out of the bathroom and made his careful way through the Lester house – he was so relieved Phil's parents were away, it would be so awkward to run into them in just his pyjamas, lost in their stupidly spooky house – and then he was back at Phil's bedroom door. Dan glanced towards the bed, biting back a smile at what he saw.

Phil lay under the covers, buried almost completely. Dan had already discovered that Phil was a bit of a cuddler – throughout the day, as they'd grown bolder, Phil wound his arm around Dan more than once (Dan wasn't upset about that development) – and it seemed Phil carried this trait through into his sleep.

Which wouldn't be a problem, only he'd stolen all the covers.

Phil's eyes were tight shut, and his breathing was even. His fringe was pushed back, revealing his smooth, pale forehead, and his fingers were twisted tightly around his bedsheets, which were pulled right up to his chin.

Dan didn't hold back his smile this time, knowing he was safe, as Phil couldn't see him. He paused for a moment to properly glance around the room – this was AmazingPhil's bedroom, after all, Dan had seen it so often in videos it was almost as familiar as his own. But when he glanced back, Phil had only burrowed further in his sheets.

Dan padded across the room and slid onto the other side of the bed, giving Phil's side a gentle poke. "Hey. Budge up."

"Nnnghfd." A low, disgruntled noise was the only thing that escaped Phil's lips, and he pulled the covers further around him.

Dan rolled his eyes just a little. "Phil, come on, I know you're still awake."

"No, no, I'm definitely sleeping."