Phan oneshots

A curious case (Finale)

Dan's POV

I wake up slowly, stretching out my muscles. I become aware of my arm dangling off the edge of my bed, and try to roll over to get away from the edge. Only, I can't. There's a wall there. I blink open my eyes, noticing immediately I'm not in my room. I turn my head to look around, figuring out I'm in the lounge. My body is tangled up in a blanket. I begin to sit up, but something resists against me. I grumble and put more effort into sitting up. I succeed, but I didn't feel like getting up quite yet. The couch was very warm. I turn to lay back down, when my eyes widen. Laying next to me, arm stretched out next to me, was Phil, sound asleep.

I feel my face heat up. We had been sharing a pillow all night, and his arm had flopped behind him and landed on my chest. That had been the force that resisted against me when I tried to sit up. I stared at him for a while, unsure of what to do. Usually he was already up when I got up, but he must've stayed up later than me. As I stared at him, a small smile grew on my face. He looked so angelic like, curled up and snoring lightly. His quiff was messy, flatted against his forehead. I gingerly reach over and move it out of his eyes.

I stiffen in alarm when he shifts, afraid he was going to wake up. But he simply curls up on himself more. I take the blanket off my lap and throw it over him, leaning and tucking it nice and cozy around him. Then I just sit next to him, being able to freely admire him. Maybe it was a bit creepy, but I had caught him staring at me many times, so this was just my payback.

I sighed. He was so beautiful, so perfect, so out of my league. My dads being gay, I had naturally assumed that I too would be, but I didn't think I would actually find an interest in anyone. And it just so happens that I don't know how 'said someone' flowed. Sure, he was awful affectionate towards me, but I just think that it was part of his personality. Of course, I also had caught him staring at me several times before he would blush and turn away.

I groan. I wish I had somebody to ask these kinds of things, but I only had Phil. Asking him would he giving myself away.

During my pondering, my hand had unconsciously gone to Phil's hair and begun playing with it. Realizing what I was doing, I yank it away as if his hair is on fire, blushing and cursing myself for being careless. He could've woken up, and then I'd be in trouble. My heart hammers as he begins to stir again, but this time he doesn't just settle back down. He scrunches his face up, the most adorable thing I've ever seen, and stretches his body out. I close my eyes and pretend to be asleep, curled up against the couch.

I hear the rustle of the blanket being thrown off of him. The floor creaks under him, and I know he's now standing. A few steps, then he stops, right in front of me. I was very tempted to open my eyes, being vulnerable like this driving me crazy. A gentle hand combs my hair, then a soft sigh. The footsteps stomp away, then all is silent.

I let out a breath, my heart hammering. What did that mean? Surely friends don't just gently touch each other's faces while they sleep. Or sigh like a love struck high school girl. I touched my face where his hand had grazed, cheeks aflame. My mind raced back to all the other times I had just brushed off with, 'This is how Phil normally is'. All the times I've caught him staring at me, wanting to embrace me and generally touch me, compliment my appearance shyly and other not very platonic things. And now, we slept on the same couch and he maybe-not-so-platonically caressed my cheek, while I was sleeping.

If it had been anyone else that had done that, major reaction and punch to the face. But I trusted Phil. I knew he would never do anything. Of course part of my brain still screamed at me to stay away from him, but I try to push those thoughts away. What's left is me more and more steadily trusting Phil. I never thought I would trust anyone ever again, and especially not this quickly. But here we are.