May I Have This Dance?(Phan)

Night

A/N: Written by tato

Dan's P.O.V. Thursday Night

We made our way into Phil's flat.

"Dan, it's just a sprained wrist. On my non-dominate hand!" Phil insisted. But I insisted I'd stay. I just felt bad for him, being pushed by Matt. And, I wanted to make sure that Matt didn't come back. I grabbed the blanket, pillow, and pj's that I'd worn the other day. I slipped the pj's on in the bathroom, while Phil was putting his on. I opened the medicine cabinet to grab the toothbrush. I poked around for a bit, to look for the floss that he said he had. I didn't find floss, but I found:

~Some face wash

~Zit cream

~Contact solution and contact holder things

~Black hair dye that had already been used

Now, that surprised me. I had no idea that he dyes his hair! I didn't want to ask him, because then he would know I was snooping.

"Hey, I forgot. I have the floss in my room. I really don't know why, but it was on my desk," he said as he came into the bathroom. He handed it to me, and started to brush his teeth alongside of me. When we were done, he said,

"Jeez, this new hair dye I bought didn't last too long," he said as he grabbed it from the cabinet.

"I usually get it done professionally, but since I moved, I haven't had time." He showed me his roots, which were a brown-blonde color. I didn't really know how to respond, so I said,

"I didn't know you dyed your hair!" He nodded, and went in his room and grabbed 2 pillows and his bedspread. He layed it next to the couch, where I was sleeping. I layed on the couch, while he put his arm on the spare pillow, and got under the covers.

Phil's P.O.V.

"So, that was Matt," I said.

"Yeah, I kind of knew that. In your file at the studio, there was a picture, titled 'Matt and I on a date," he answered.

"So...you knew that...I was..."

"Yeah. But I wanted you to tell me when you were ready, so I didn't force it," he said.

"That was so nice! I've never met anyone who would be that considerate!" I said.

"Well, I guess..." he said quietly. I laughed. I shut off the lights.

"Um, can you...oh, God, I'm gonna sound stupid...but can you turn on a light? I'm kind of..." he said shyly, trailing off.

"Of course," I said as I turned on a light in the other room, so the faint yellow glow could be seen through the doorway.

"Goodnight, Dan."

"Goodnight, Phil."