The Sock Fic (A Phan Story)

THREE - Dan's POV

"Phil," I'm staring at him straight in the eyes. "I... um." I breathe loudly and slowly, putting my head down. How do I say this? I open my mouth and look up back at him, about to say something. But I see tears in his eyes as there are in mine.

"Phil?"

"Please don't cry, Dan. I can't bear to see you cry," his cute little voice says, with a crack in it. We're bth sitting there on my bed, both crying like children, forgetting why we are except for the fact that the other is. I need to tell him now. And then I can move away and delete all my videos where Phil was mentioned or in and delete DanAndPhilGAMES and stop making vlogs and just... Stop. But I need to tell him.

"Phil, I-"

Suddenly I feel something strange on my lips and he's there. We're both still clumsy kissers - neither of us have really had any practice. 

"-love you," he says, pulling away and finishing my sentence for me. We're still both crying like hell, but this time because we've both found someone.

I still remember how throughout my childhood I was told that a best friend was someone who you could keep secrets with, who you loved being with, who was always there for you, who never gave up on you. But those people don't exist. Best friends are not quite this. That's just the image. I think my Mum or my Dad might've once said that friends and best friends are not those sorts of people. If  you meet someone like that, most people marry them because you'll probably never find someone who was like that. I always thought that because Phil was like this, he was a best friend. But he's not. He's more than that.

I always loved him. And I thought that it was because he was a best friend. But it went deeper than that. I love Phil Lester from the bottom of my heart. He's more than a friend or a best friend. And I love him.

We've found each other.