Alive (Phan)

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"Dan, you look great," Phil reassured me from across the room.

"Please," I rolled my eyes, attempting to run my straightener through the curly patch of hair on the back of my head. 

"Do you want me to help you with that?" He asked, suddenly appearing behind me.

"If you don't mind," I bit my lip, handing him the straightener. He ran his fingers through the curls on the back of my head, separating the strands before running the straightener over small sections at a time. "That feels good," I said, relaxing a little at his touch.

"Well don't get used to it," he said, but I could hear the smile in his voice.

"I really like that shirt on you," I pointed out, noticing it in the mirror. It was a nice teal button-down which, even though he was wearing it with jeans, looked very classy. Although that could have been just because I was used to seeing him in t-shirts.

"It's the same as yours," he chuckled, "Only a real color."

"Black is a color," I said.

"Well not a very good one!"

"What a Phil thing to say," I laughed.

"I don't even know what that means, but I'm going to take it as a compliment," he snickered.

"It is one," I reassured, smiling at him in the mirror. He just blushed his response and I could tell that he was a little embarrassed so I decided to change the subject. "So have you met this new guy Di's seeing?"

"No," he admitted, "Why, you jealous?" He giggled, his tongue poking out of his mouth.

"Yes definitely," I said dryly, "But seriously, what do you think he's like?"

"Dunno," Phil shrugged, straightening the last bit of my hair and placing the flat iron on the armoire. "Probably big and muscly with a load of tattoos and green eyes and—"

"Okay, forget I asked," I said, throwing up my arms.

"So you are jealous?" he teased.

"I have nothing to be jealous of," I said, turning around and nearly colliding with Phil. I put my hands on his hips and pulled him close to me.

"Whatever," he blushed, staring down at our feet. I cupped his chin in my left hand and raised his eyes to meet mine.

"I mean it," I ensured through a smile, "I wouldn't change a thing." He smiled and stood on his tip toes and had just pressed his lips to mine when my door flew open.

"Dan, Diana is he—Oh!" I turned around to see my mum standing in my door, her mouth agape. "Um," she smirked, straightening herself up, "Diana is here to pick you two up."

"Okay, thanks Mum," I said, shuffling Phil out the door.

"So nothing's happening between you two?" Mum teased under her breath as I walked by, shooting me a small wink.

"Right," I mumbled, my face flushing furiously. I dashed to the front door as quickly as I could but stopped dead in my tracks when I reached the entrance and found Phil standing there looking smug next to Di and her date.

"Howell," Di smirked. It was the first time I had seen her in months, but she was the same old Diana from her combat boots to her black lipstick. "This is Andrea, my girlfriend." She stressed the word 'girlfriend' a little too much and Phil laughed silently from behind her.

"Um, nice to meet you, er, Andrea," I said, awkwardly shaking her hand. She was short and blonde and seemed pretty normal.

"Nice to meet you too," she smiled. I wondered if she knew that I was Diana's ex-boyfriend. I decided not to ask about it. "I've heard a lot about you."