Huge Phan of You

POV: Dan

(Apologies if some facts are off, I had to change a bit for the flow).

I finally got to meet him, the man who inspired everything. I wouldn't have started YouTube if it hadn't been for him. I had tweeted him again and again and one day, he remarkably tweeted me back. It was shocking. Phil Lester, the guy who managed to change my life from miles away. 

After we discovered we had a few things in common, Phil asked if I wanted to Skype.

Skyping Phil was so much fun --we talked all the time, and we discovered even more interests we shared . It wasn't long until we decided to meet in person.
Nothing could have prepared me for meeting Phil. The one and only Phil Lester. I felt as if Skyping made us close, but the feeling of seeing him standing in front of me was like nothing I had ever felt before. I couldn't tell what he was thinking as he got of the train,  but my mind was racing. He was my HERO. I ran up (in the middle of town, mind you, accompanied by the reproaching and condescending looks of commuters ) and spontaneously gave him a massive hug, shocking him. Phil nearly fell over, but was stopped by the brick wall behind him. I was so over joyed to see him I was rendered speechless for over a minute, until he smiled warmly and asked what I wanted to do.
Because the whole world was spinning to quickly and I physically cannot withstand being awkward for an hour, I decided to answer 'Whatever you want, Philly.'
Thank God Phil isn't the most swift in social occasions, as he just laughed. We went out to eat, talking about Fall Out Boy and Muse, whether or not lions could plait hair, the impending day when Myspace would go under another website revamp, and other various thoughts that jumped into our heads at random times. When it was time for me to go back home, I naturally felt upset. As I went to get into my mother's ridiculously messy minivan (which I cringed at upon arrival,) Phil gave me a kind hug and whispered 'We're going to film a video for my channel, right?' He pulled away to look at me, smiling.
Internally, I was screaming. Externally, I said as nonchalantly as possible, 'Yeah, I guess. I'm sure it would be a lot of fun.'
I gave the smallest smile I could and Phil gave a huge grin in return, hugging me again before shouting 'So I'll see you next week at my house? I'll send you the address. Next Tuesday, don't forget it!'
It was like it was already decided. It wasn't even an option; it was set in stone. I yelled back 'Yep!' As I hopped into the passenger seat, my heart beating away at my chest. This was going to be amazing, I could already feel it. 'Next Tuesday.' I said, thinking out loud.

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I nervously walked up the front steps to Phil's house, the sky a vibrant blue, as if it's extremity was urging me on. No matter what I do, I can't seem to get over the fact that I, Dan Howell, that kid who makes videos in his bedroom and stalks YouTubers online, am about to enter the house of Phil Lester. I giggle at the silliness of it all. It just seemed ludicrous!
My hand shakes as I ring the doorbell, and I hear Phil. 'Come on in, Dan!'
'Hey!' I enter the threshold and see him sitting at a large wooden table housing a laptop and multiple pink sticky notes. I take off my jacket, trying to seem calm as possible, but the zipper gets stuck. Of course, I mutter, and Phil looks up from his notes.
'Need some help there?' He comes over and works on my zipper. He's so close to me, I want to tell him to stop and wrap my arms around him in a huge hug, but I restrain myself. He finally yanks the zipper down and looks up at me. 'You have really nice eyes. They're very ... brown. It's like you're thinking about something deep and philosophical.'
'I probably am.' I say with a nervous chuckle. He grins at me and says 'Come on up to my bedroom! We'll film there.'
I follow him to his room and we sit on the bed. 'Welcome to my bed!' He says, before reconsidering.  I laugh,  vividly taking in the room around me, and ask what we're doing.
'Oh, just answering viewer questions'. Okay, I can do that. I calm myself, once again, and sit on the floor as Phil turns the camera on.
We film the video casually, like we've been best friends for years. Words escape my mouth freely as we carelessly touched and tackled and laughed. Everything was fun and easy with Phil, as we slid in references to My Chemical Romance and debated on whether a giraffe made a more nasal or flat sound while mating. I told Phil at least 7 times how much fun I was having, his response being a "me too" or a kind smile.

 I spent a few more hours at his house that weren't filmed (or should I say PHILMED), just rolling around and yelling "PICAAACHU" but  eventually I knew it was time to leave.  'I lo-iked hanging out with you.' I stuttered on my way out, pulling on my sweatshirt and blushing awkwardly.

'Love you too! Wait, no that's... sorry it's habit with my family...' Phil trailed off, laughing as he opened the door for me. I chuckled, giving one before I walked away.