Phan

7

Dan's POV

*I'm flying. I mean I am actually flying. As in flying like Iron Man (except I'm not wearing a cool suit unfortunately). I hear a scream from somewhere below me. I try and source the sound using my super awesome new hearing and eyesight. I spot a black haired being hanging off the edge of a building.

I dive towards them, as I get closer I realise that I know who this black haired being is. Phil. This knew piece of knowledge makes me dive even faster, that's when I realise I'm going too fast. I'm going so fast that I'm not going to have time to stop.

Phil spots me. He waves frantically towards me, as if I hadn't already seen him. I move closer and closer and sweep him up from the edge of the building,still moving at an incredibly fast pace.

"Dan," he whispers, his words caught in the wind.

"Phil," I whisper back staring down at his beautiful ocean blue eyes.

I don't see the man floating in front of us. I do, however, see us bash into the man. I see Phil falling fast to the earth, and I hear him shouting my name at the top of his voice...*

"Dan!" I bolt up from my seat on the plane. I swing round to find Phil, to make sure he's ok. He's there right next to me. "Dan, are you ok?! You were wiggling around and muttering to yourself." I stare into Phil's concerned eyes and wonder how it's possible to have such a loving and beautiful boyfriend.

"I'm fine, don't worry your sweet little head, Philly," I whisper his pet name as I am reminded constantly that he doesn't want to be called it in public. He puts the arm wrest up and leans across to me, he snuggles his head in my lap and closes his eyes.

"I love you, Danny," he whispers. In reply I lean down and kiss his forehead. I really do love him too.

*time skip to landing in NZ*

Phil's POV

I feel the plane begin to descend and the seatbelt light pings on. I remove my head from Dan's warm lap and pull myself up. I buckle my belt and look across to Dan who is fast asleep. I reach over and clip him in softly so as not to wake him. I slip my hand in his for support, I hate taking off and landing.

Dan slowly opens his eyes and looks down to our hands and squeezes, reassuring me that he is here.

"You okay?" He asks.

"As long as you're here, I'm fine," Dan makes a sort of "aww"ing sound.

"You are such a cheeseball, Phil," I chuckle and nod.

"You love it though," I joke.

"Yeah, I do," Dan replies with a resigning sigh. The plane starts to jiggle around, I grip Dan's hand, I'm not sure how Dan is coping, his hand is turning white. But I can't let go, if I do then I will probably die.

The plane jolts massively as it makes contact with he ground whilst I bury my head into Dan for extra protection as the plane tries to get a firm grip on earth.

"It's okay, baby," Dan whispers soothingly into my ear, and I believe him.

The plane comes to a halt and we unclip our belts and try to stand up. However we both have dead legs and so flop back down as soon as we get up.

We regain our composure right as Damion rushes over to us, a croissant in hand.

"Hey guys! So I just wanted to give you this because I don't have anything else to give you," Damion stumbles over his words and tears begin to form in his eyes. He thrusts the croissant towards us, "I made friends with one of the air hostesses and asked her for this."