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[Phan?]

Dan and Phil were not together.

Everyone 'knew' they were 'together' and they 'didn't want to come out' but the fact was, Dan was...

'Straight'

To prove it, he even got himself a girlfriend.

"Phil?! Oi, come meet Cam!" Dan shouted, holding Cams hand as he opened the door of the flat.

Phil Lester cam out of his bedroom, as normal.

Except, one things was off.

His normal black hair was slightly falling in his sparkling eyes, his lips curved up into a polite smile, but his eyes were slightly red and puffy.

Like he had been crying.

But Dan did not care, he didn't even have feelings for his friend.

Dan smiled and pulled Cam in front of him, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Phil nodded and smiled. "I'm Phil, nice to meet you." He said politely, sticking out his hand.

Cam shook it and smiled, and Phil secretly glared at her in his head.

"Well Cam, sorry to bring you in. Just wanted you to meet my best friend." Dan said, and opened the door.

He planted a kiss on her forehead, and she went out the door.

"So Ph-" Dan turned around to find that Phil had vanished.

"Phil?!" Dan called, and jogged over to his door.

"Hey, you wanna go for a run or-"

"Go away."

Phil sounded bitter, which was something that never happened.

Dan was thrown off, and he stood at the door, frozen.

"What?" Dan asked quietly, taking a step back.

"I said go away." Phil said again, the bitterness stuck in Dans head.

"U-uh, okay." Dan mumbled, and walked over to his room.

He shut the door, and leaned against it.

"What was up with him?" He asked himself, flopping himself on his bed.

He pulled out his phone, and just ignored it.

He must be in a really bad mood or something.

Dan held his phone up, but felt his eyes closing.

×××±×××

Dans eyes opened sharply, and he took a deep breath in.

It took him about a minute to realize what was happening and were he was.

The room was completely dark, except for a dim light on the ground.

He looked down, and saw his phone.

He fell asleep while on Twitter.

He picked up his phone, and stretched, checking the time.

It was 2:37 in the morning.

He slipped off his shirt, and was about to fall back into a slumber, when he realised his mouth was incredibly dry and sticky.

Dan considered ignoring it and going back to sleep, but some cereal sounded really nice.

He pushed himself up, and stuck his tongue out.

He opened the door, and shut it quietly.

Phil had to be asleep by now, so Dan figured he needed to be quiet.