Crashing Down- A Phanfiction

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A/N: LOOK ALIVE SUNSHINES! Just wanted to say thanks again and I fucking love you all~tato

Rachel's P.O.V.

I woke up early, and I knocked on Phil's door softly to see how he was doing. I wanted to make sure he was alright, after what happened last night.

After not even getting a grumble from Phil, I began to worry. Is he alright? Is he sound asleep? I don't know! So, I creaked his door open, and expected to see him laying on the carpet foaming at the mouth. When I opened the door and saw nothing there, I let out a sigh of relief. But I began to wonder: where the hell is he? I didn't wonder long, because I assumed he was in Dan's room. I didn't want to be a snoop, but I wanted to make sure he was alright. So, I quietly edged Dan's door open. He was there, snuggling in his sleep with Dan. They were so cute together, and perfect for each other. I heard Phil stirring in his sleep, so I quickly ran away, forgetting to close the door.

Phil's P.O.V.

When I woke up, I was entangled in Dan. He was still fast asleep, with his lips slightly parted, so his breath whistled as he breathed in and out. I silently untangled us, with Dan only mumbling once in his sleep. I walked over to the door. Funny, I thought, because I could've sworn I shut the door last night. Oh well. I walked out to find Rachel sitting in the kitchen, on her laptop.

"Good morning," I said.

"Morning," she said. I looked at her, taking glances up at me, her frequent typing on what looks to be her blog, and her smirks from behind the screen.

"You're the one who opened the door!" I exclaimed.

"What? What makes you say that?" Rachel asked hurriedly, shutting her laptop.

"Oh, you know. Dan and I were both in the same room, and I closed the door when I went into his room. You're the only other person in the house," I said, picking apart the pieces like a detective. Rachel sheepishly smiled, and said,

"Alright, alright, you got me. But, in my defense, I was just checking to see if you were ok from last night," Rachel said. I shrugged at her. I walked back into my room, to fix my bedhead. After I'd sort of combed it, I looked down at the camera and tripod. There was a thin layer of dust on the top. Enough is enough, I thought to myself. We're telling everybody. Today.