Philly (A Phan Oneshot)

Philly

Authors Note

This is my first smut so I apologise if it's bad, but I'm quite happy with it. Vote and comment. I really like to know what you guys think

~Dan's POV~

"Nice face print you're making there Philly," I say as Phil pushes his face into the metal pin toy thing we have casually lying on the desk. I think of adding "You can try that on my butt later," but I decide against it since the camera is still rolling and it'd probably freak Phil out a bit. Instead I say, "Wow, that's actually quite disturbing."

We continue recording for a while and I hope Phil doesn't notice the way I stare at him whenever he refers to Dil as our son. Then I decide to improvise a terrible poem. "Roses are red, Dil your t-shirt is blue, it's 7am..." I trail off as I point towards Phil.

 "I..." I swear if he says I love you I'm just going to kiss him right now we can edit it out later if we have to, "...like your shoe." And there it is, my whole world crumbling around me. He'd paused. He was going to say it. Wasn't he? Maybe Phil doesn't love me the way I love him after all. I laugh it off, trying to hide my heartbreak. I spend the rest of the video making awful jokes and avoiding looking at Phil as much as possible.

We stop recording and Phil looks at me with a smile on his face. He's so gorgeous. I smile back, but it doesn't reach my eyes. Phil seems to notice this as he says, "come on mate I'm sure Dil will still need us around for a little while." He's trying to cheer me up, so I laugh along with him and restrain myself from kissing him right here. He gives me a quick pat on the shoulder as he leaves the room and I stare after him.

"Wow," I say.

"Did you say something?" Phil asks as he turns around.

"Huh, no, sorry," I reply. I didn't think I'd said that out loud. Oops.

 

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~Phil's POV~

I sit alone on the sofa. I haven't turned on the TV; honestly I'm quite happy with my thoughts. I still can't believe he called me Philly. He's the cutest thing in the world!

A few minutes ago I heard Dan go into his bedroom, now all I can hear is his muffled sobbing. He thinks I don't know that he cries himself to sleep every night, that's if he goes to sleep at all. I want to tell him that I love him, but I've never known how. I can't stand to see him like this.

I get up. I don't know if this is the right thing to do, hell I don't even know if he likes me back, but there's only one way to find out. I walk towards his bedroom door slowly, giving myself enough time to think about what to say. "Dan, I think I'm in love with you," no. "Wanna fuck?" definitely not.

Finally, I reach his door. The sobs are even louder from here. I knock. He says nothing so I walk in to see him sprawled on his bed in only his boxers. "You're beautiful," I think, but I can't bring myself to say it. It's not the right time, instead I walk over to his bed, lie down and pull him into my chest, where he continues to cry.