Once we get back home, I help Phil unpack his things. He still looks a little mad about what happened earlier.
Dan: You can calm down now. She's gone.
Phil: *sighs* If I ever see her again I swear I'm going to kill her. She was lucky this time, not next time. The little sneaky bitch.
Dan: *gasps* Phil Lester! Swearing huh?
Phil: Sorry. I use very obscene language when I'm angry. Seriously though, she is so dead. She thinks she can just-
Dan: *laughs* Phil!
Phil: Ok fine. I'll shut up.
I go to Phil and hug him. It's nice to just hug him after months of no contact. He looks at me and rubs his hand across my cheek. He pouts a little.
Phil: Dan... you have a bruise there.
Dan: Stop worrying. I'm fine!
Phil: She won't be fine the next time I see her. I'm going to rip her-
Dan: Oh my God Phil. Stop.
Phil: *laughs* Fine. Wanna watch a movie?
Dan: Sure. As long as it's not a horror movie.
Phil: *laughs* We don't own any horror movies. We both hate them.
Dan: Very true.
Phil picks out high school musical and I give him a teasing smile.
Phil: Don't deny that you love high school musical just as much as I do!
Dan: Ok fine. Whatever.
Phil puts in the movie and we sit with Phil leaning against my shoulder, my left arm draped over him.
The movie ends and I go to turn the TV off but as I get up to move I feel an arm pull me back down. Confused, I look at Phil who is sleeping. I stifle a laugh and gently detach myself from him. I turn the TV off and turn the stairs light on. I go back to Phil and gently pick him up. I carefully carry him up the stairs, which might I add was pretty hard work, carrying dead weight. I gently place him into his bed and as I'm about to leave Phil speaks.
Phil: *yawns* Don't go.
Dan: *smiles* Never.
I lay next to him as he falls asleep again. He's beautiful when he sleeps. I mean, he's beautiful all the time but when he sleeps, he looks so peaceful.
Like he's a piece of artwork.
I kiss his forehead goodnight and I swear I see him smile slightly.
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Unbearable: Phan
FanfictionDear Phil, It's been two weeks since you left our apartment. Where did you go? Where are you? I haven't heard from you since you left. I miss you. From Dan
