A Dream come true

Phil's POV

My tired eyes were intruded with the light from outside seeping past my eyelids and forcibly removing me from my slumber. Naturally my arms attempted to move slightly to stretch themselves out but were stopped in their tracks by something-Dan. My arms were wrapped around his torso and upon looking him up and down I noticed my leg had woven itself around his, meaning we were sort of knotted together.
Laying my head back to the uncomfortable position it started in, my face was brushed upon by Dan's soft hair and my nostrils were invaded with his sweetly scented shampoo. He likes to pretend he's slap dash with his shower routine but he secretly really enjoys the little luxuries that I seem to find scattered across our bathroom. I was unsure if I should wake him or not; he looked so relaxed as so peaceful just lying there, snoring softly with his mouth slightly agape and his eyes shut gently. He just seemed so still I thought it would be rude to disturb him.

"Phil," Dan let out a little whisper and my mind instantly leaped up and lead me down many dwindling roads of how I slotted nicely into his dream.

My subconscious seemed to lead me to the most unrealistic ideas and knowing that Dan's dreams were never as obscure as mine I knew none of them were likely to be whirling round his brain right now. For all I knew he could have just been dreaming about our casual everyday lives, he was probably shouting at me for buying another house plant (although the one I bought the other day did liven up the hallway much to his protest) or maybe he was just recalling another of our random conversations in great detail, which seemed to be taking up the majority of my daydreaming space recently. For example: the other day, we were just casually watching TV and it took about 5 minutes of Dan shouting my name to bring me out of my subconscious mind wandering to our conversation the day before. However, our conversation the previous day had been nothing important it had been just that, a conversation. Our usual Dan and Phil ideas sprouting out of our mouths about random things like what we should have for dinner or if there was anything good coming out in cinemas we could book tickets for. Nothing even work related. Nevertheless I had spent 15 minutes daydreaming about it and probably reanalyzing every single word he'd said and every single look he'd shot me. I'd thought in great detail about his hand gestures (which he pretends he doesn't flail his arms around when he's talking about something he loves even though it's very obvious) his body language and just the general way he presented himself to me. Often people commented (even our friends and family) that he showed a completely different side to himself when he was with me; obviously I'd never noticed because we were barely ever separated but I really wanted to see for myself what they meant.

I now briefly understand what they mean in the fact that when he's around others he does that little thing with his hands (that I find adorable) where they lay flat on his thighs because he's so awkward and doesn't know where else to put them. Or that when he speaks around me he'll interupt me mid-sentence and not even think twice about it but when in a crowded space he'll wait until the conversation has died down to make his little inputs. This, to me, always seemed odd because his conversational starters seemed to endlessly get the conversation back up to it's lively roaring rate but he'd wait yet again to interject. I'd study him and I could tell his brain was thinking up a multitude of different things to say on the topic but his mouth was always too afraid to say them.

I always wondered why he was different around me... now I know. It's because he loves me. He loves me and I love him. We're both completly ourselves around each other because we just get each other. Our puzzles piece like minds slot together perfectly and now I know that it's not in spite of love that our friendship works; it's because of love that it works so well.

 "Phil," he muttered again but this time as I looked at him, I watched as his eyes fluttered open and his gazes flickers a gentle look at me.

Once he notices the situation he's in, he swallows roughly and his eyes close for a swift moment but then open fully. 

"What time is it?" he asks, voice slightly gruff due to his state of tiredness. 

 I scavenged around for my phone and answered his question silently by waving my home screen in front of face. His reply was just a grunt and he rolled over to find a more comfortable position.

"Dan, you do know we have actual stuff to do today," I informed him.

He didn't know it yet but last night my slightly tired and slightly intoxicated brain had decided I was going to take him out on an actual date. Technically we'd been on hundreds but they'd never been labelled as what they really were. With our confessions of love constantly hanging over us, I concluded my move was the right one.

"What? No we don't," Dan figured.

"Good job I decided we do. I'm treating you today."

Something must have clicked in his brain because he turned around and faced me, a devilish grin on his face and the words leaving his mouth were, "You have to ask me properly."

Conceding this was probably a good idea, I sighed.

"Daniel Howell, would you do me the honour of accompanying me for a day of activities and an evening of dinner in what is sure to be the best date ever," I said sarcastically even though I knew today would be the best date ever.

However, that was not due to the things I had planned but instead but because I was sp sure of my feelings and of his, this was impossible to turn out badly.

"Yeah alright, I suppose I will," he laughed.

"I hate you so much," I whined.

"No you love me," Dan smirked.

"Yeah, I do," I whispered back before planting my lips to his.

A/N-- holla my children (that was weird) ok but hi anyways I know I said last time I'd be getting back into the whole routine but I just couldn't be bothered these past weeks (sorry) so even if this one is a bit rambeling and shit and just thoughts I thought I might aswell put at least something up. I promise I will try and write more frequently but right now I can't promise anything (again sorry) but the plot is sorta about to get a bit more intense so I want to make it good so it might be prolonged due to proof reading and assuring myself that it is okay or just to my current mood. Whatever takes longest to sort out. Okay, well I hope you enjoyed this and I hope you're still enjoying the story. BYEEEEE