Dan and Phil Boyfriend Scenarios

The Hate Comments :(

Dan:

You were in your room, curled up in a corner, looking at your phone. You knew it was going to happen, but...

This was awful.

There were so many good wonderful comments, about how they supported you two and how cute you looked.

But then, there were the hurtful comments that were just terrible, and there were lots of them.

"Lol she obviously is only dating him for fame."
"She's so ugly Dan!"
"Why are you even dating her?"

People called you mean and nasty names, too. So, that's why you're sitting here, almost crying.

That's when you heard a knock on the door. You hid the phone under your bed and walked to the door. When you opened the door, Dan was standing there, smiling at you. You had completely forgot that tonight was your movie night to go see Cinderella, and here you were still in your work uniform.

Dan's face immediately went to a frown when he saw your face.

"Hey, D-"

"What's wrong?"

You sighed and looked away from him, closing your eyes.

He cupped your face so you were looking at his worried expression.

"Y/N?"

A warm tear slid down your cheek and you sniffed.

He hugged you tightly and you hugged back, more tears falling.

"T-The c-c-com-ments!" You said in between sobs.

You broke the hug to go retrieve your phone. When you returned, you showed it to Dan.

He read a few of the comments before kissing you softly.

"You're perfect, Y/N. Your E/C eyes, your S/C skin. The way you laugh. It's all perfect."

Phil:

You were in your room, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants. Your knees were up to your chest and you were sobbing loudly.
"What an ugly, fat girl he's dating."
"She doesn't deserve him."
"She's not worth it."

You sobbed until your phone rang. You picked up the phone and looked to see that your boyfriend was calling you.

Wiping your eyes and sniffing, you answered with a stuffy "Hello?"

"Y/N? Are you crying?" He immediately replied in a concerned tone. "What's wrong?"

You sighed.

"I-I-" You started sobbing again. After a minute, Phil hung up the phone. You curled into your position again.

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"Y/N, open up!" Phil shouted outside the door, pounding on it.

You didn't hear it because you were sobbing too loudly.

Phil found a spare key you hid and opened the door.

He ran to your room and burst in, yelling out your name. When he spotted you, he ran over to you.

You looked up and saw Phil's concerned expression. You wiped your eyes and looked at him.

He wiped another tear away and hugged you, not saying a word. You sniffed and hugged back.

After about two minutes, he stopped hugging you and asked you what was wrong. Unable to speak, you just showed him your phone.

He stared at it in disbelief, looking from you, to the phone, and back to you.

Phil then put the phone on your bed, got a box of tissues, and handed it to you.

"Don't believe them, Y/N. They're just jealous." He murmured softly, kissing your cheek. "You're perfect the way you are."

You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder and blowing your nose. You dropped the tissue in a trash can.

"Thank you, Phil." You whispered, kissing him softly.