Adopted by Dan and Phil

Blue Paint

Lunch passed quickly. They all were completely full by the end of it and slumped on their chairs with food-filled stomachs. Ella let out a sigh and sunk into her chair.
"When are you going to upload the video?" She asked.
"Erm," began Phil. "Well maybe tomorrow by the time I finish editing."
Ella nodded and became silent. There was a strange silence between the three of them. Ella felt as if she were making them uncomfortable and got up from her seat. She grabbed hold of her plate and took it to the dishwasher. Phil and Dan eyes watched over her as she did so. She then walked behind them and clasped her hands together.
"So," she exclaimed, trying to add enthusiasm to her voice. "What shall we do?"
Dan shrugged but then an idea swirled in his head, "we could start on your room."
"Okay." Ella agreed.
Scurrying out of the kitchen and into the lounge, she grabbed the bags containing the interior decor for her room.

She lifted them with all her strength and might and hauled them into her room. They fell with a loud thud as they made contact with the floor. She flinched slightly when she heard the noise, but then calmed herself and began her work. She lifted all the objects, cushions, the duvet her fairy lights, photo frames; everything. And put it in its place. It was surprisingly easy to do, and very quick. There were only a few things left to do; one being to paint the room. In town, they had bought a turquoise, almost minty green-blue wall paint, which Ella fell in love with the moment she saw it in the shop. It's colour reminded her of the sticky summers at home, and the salty colour of the Mediterranean Sea. She sighed as she thought of home and continued placing the duvet on the bed.
Dans Pov
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Dan finished putting away the last of the cutlery and plates before turning back to Phil. Phil was sitting anxiously at the table. Dan had noticed something had been bothering him since around the train indecent. He felt concerned for him and wanted him to know that he could trust Dan and he would always be there for him. They were best friends. Phil lowered his selves and looked down at his feet.
'Something's defiantly up,' Dan thought to himself.
He stood next to Phil and tapped him lightly on the shoulder and let his hand slowly fall onto it. Phil looked up.
"Hmm?"
"Are you okay?" Dan said.
Phil raised and lowered his shoulders and averted his glance from Dans eyes. He then inhaled, smiled, and looked back at him.
"Y-yeah. I'm great."
Dan raised an eyebrow, and looked down at him with an expression of such, that he was taken aback.
"You sure?"
Phil nodded and stood up. Dan took a few steps back and stared at Phil. His back was turned away from Dan- as if he were trying to hide something.
"Actually; Dan I need to tell you something." There was a slight uncertainty to Phil's voice.
"What is it?" Dan asked with hope. He stepped a few paces closer to Phil, just enough to reach out and touch him.
"Dan I l-"
"Dan! Phil! Can you come here a second?" Ella yelled from her room.
Phil's face began to loom with regret and sorrow. It was quickly brushed away with his usual bright tone. Dan friendlily punched him on his upper arm.
"Tell me later. You know you can trust me- I'm your friend." Dan smiled, walking out of the kitchen.
As Phil saw Dan leave and walk out the corridor, his lightness of his face and soul began to fade. He darkly stared at Dans figure as he wandered away.
"And that's what you'll probably always be." Phil muttered under his breath. "A friend."
And he followed Dans path to Ella's room.
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Ella danced around her room, removing the last of the items out of their bags and placing them on the floor as organised as possible- so she could easily find them later and put them where they belonged. Once done, she hopped round her room and came to a stand-still. Sticking her head out the door she called.
"Dan! Phil! Can you come here a second?"
Moments after Dan arrived, Phil soon followed behind him. They went through each left over item which Ella hadn't already found a place for, and decided what to do and where to place it. They then grabbed some paint which they had bought earlier and some large, fluffy brushes. They covered the furniture in a thin blanket of plastic to protect it and carelessly began to paint the walls. It was a mess; a terribly fantastic mess which made the room feel complete. Ella was so dazed in how much fun she was having she couldn't care about anything else. As she dipped the brush in paint, through the corner of her eye she saw Dan and Phil painting the wall. She grinned to herself and lightly brushed her fingers against the bristles of the brush and let the paint splatter all over Dans back.
"What the-" Dan said looking over his shoulder. "Phil!"
"Hmm?- DAN WHAT THE?!"
Dan rushed up to Phil and began painting stripes along his clothes and arms. Ella watched as a bystander laughing at the sight.
"Oh that's how you want to play?" Phil gasped evilly staring at his ruined clothes.
Dan nodded, but was instantly taken aback as Phil darted at him and painted a bright stripe of turquoise across the side of Dans face and ear. Dan stood stunned. Phil smirked. They struck at each other with their brushes, like snakes striking at each other with their fangs, each time creating a bigger mess than before. What was once a calm painting of a wall- was now a fierce duel between Dan and Phil. Ella hid behind the bed hoping not to get hit by the wild paint. Once or twice it would fly in her direction and she'd have to duck, yet she was alright for the time being.

They both circled each other in the centre if the room, their brushes poised and ready to act.
Phil smirked, "I will take you down."
Dan cackled. "Good luck with that."
Ella squeaked as she saw Dan fling himself on Phil and shove him to the ground.
When did things get so violent?
He pinned Phil down with his own body and began painting Phil's face in bright turquoise with no sympathy.
"Hey!" Phil laughed, as Dans brush tickled against the lower part of his ear and neck.
Dan smirked and continued, Phil laughed and tried to push Dan away but it was useless. Dan was dominant and stared down at Phil, his eyes filled with pride from his victory.
"O-O-okay-" Phil laughed gasping for air. "You win! You win."
Dan stuck out his tongue and stayed put where he was. He was prompt on his elbows right on top of Phil, their noses were only centimetres apart, he could feel the steady rhythm of Phil's chest rise and fall under him.
"You look like a smurf." Dan sniggered.

They both almost cried of laughter of how ridiculous they looked. Ella still hidden from behind the bed, poked out her head to peak. She raised her hand to her face, thinking the situation wouldn't get better and scurried out of the room thinking that they might pull her into their paint fight too. Before she left she managed to grab her phone and was already switching it on. She could hear Dan and Phil's laughter echo through the corridor and all throughout the house. Ella smiled, and she thought, of how lucky they were to have a friendship so strong. As she began to walk down the corridor, hoping not to be pulled into the battle, she thought of an idea. Sneakily, she stuck her phone through the door frame and took a picture of the two of them in the room. She didn't manage to look at it- she wasn't bothered- she had seen enough of their duel already to know what was going on. And she skipped down the hall and to the kitchen or get a glass of water.
Phil's Pov
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"You look like a smurf," Dan sniggered.
Phil's face turned bright red at Dans comment, even though it was very hard to see his natural skin colour through all the paint. Once the laughing died down; it became very silent. Phil noticed Dan hadn't moved himself from where his was. They were so close, Dan was gazing straight into his eyes, but there was something different about the way he was looking at him. Phil couldn't tell if it was good or bad, but he knew this was all he ever needed.
"Dan," Phil said in a low voice.
He glanced away, then straight back at Dan, he noticed Ella had vanished and was no longer in the room with them. Their eyes pierced into each other's. Dan noticed Phil had reached up and had taken hold of a hand that was beside Phil.
Dans breath caught.

That was apparently all the encouragement Phil needed. He leaned up, expression open and ardent, in the hush of the moment. His mouth met Dans, soft and gentle. Getting his breath back was no longer priority. Dan let his eyes flutter closed and pulled Phil as close as possible so there was almost no space between them. Phil let out an unexpected gasp. The kiss caught fire, all Phil could see behind his closed eyes, were sparks. Phil didn't care about anything else, he wanted to live in the moment, this moment, forever. All he could think about was Dan. How he had always wanted more between them. How he'd always think Dan would have rejected him. He thought he heard the sound of a snap, almost as if someone were taking a picture. He briskly ignored this and his mind went blank. All he could concentrate on was Dans mouth on his.

Dan jerked back and gave a sharp breath for air. He stared down at Phil in pure shock, expression still and pale, his arms began to shake and he quickly moved himself away from Phil and sat curled next to him, back turned away. Phil's face blushed with embarrassment and regret.
'What have I done?' Phil thought to himself.
He couldn't find the power to speak, his throat would cave in. It was impossible. Their harsh rugged breath was the only thing that could be heard. It was a deafening silence.
"I'm sorry Phil." Dan said, his voice croaky.
Phil tried to say something, anything; it was not working.
"Let's pretend this never happened." Dan said quickly.
He was still not looking at Phil, a surge of hurt rushed through him- he knew this was a mistake. Dan only thought of him as a friend, nothing more nothing less.
A friend.

Phil wanted to scream. He wanted to tell Dan he didn't want to forget; he didn't want to pretend nothing happened; he wanted to curl up to Dans side and kiss him again. But all he did was nod slowly in agreement.
Dans let out a rugged cough and shakily hauled himself from the floor. The tips of his hair was dyed with paint from Phil's face as he had brushed it against him. He began to walk away and leave the room. As he reached the door frame he paused, as if he wanted to turn round. Phil's eyes flickered with a bickering hope. But Dan shrugged his shoulders and walked out. Leaving Phil alone, tears wielding in his eyes knowing that he had lost the only love in his life.
Dan.