"Forgotten Friendship" ~A Phanfic

Decisions

*Dan's POV*
Everything  is scary now. I don't know anything about my life from 2009 up to now except that I'm apparently famous and wear a lot of black. Am I dating anyone? I remember clearly that the day I met Phil Lester at the Manchester Eye, yesterday, I fell in love with him, but he could never love me. It has been nearly six years after all.

"Welcome home, Dan."

"Nice," I look around, laughing nervously. "this is completely awkward to ask, but could you show me around?"

"Of course, Dan. Just follow me."

~

"And, to conclude our tour," Phil pauses to giggle, "this is your bedroom."

"I can see the black is a constant theme. As well as anime."

"Oh! Right, you'll definitely have to let me catch you up on that."

I walk around the room to a dresser with multiple plushies on top. "Where did I get these?"

"Um, I gave you a few of them," he blushes, "some of the others are from... Japan."

"We went to Japan?" That's news to me.

"Yeah... I'll make it up to you, promise." what?

"Soo, uh, where are those straighteners?" as he shows me where things are in the bathroom, I wonder what he means by he'll make it up to me.

Don't get your hopes up, loser, he doesn't feel the same way.

Go away! You're the loser if all you have to do is pick on me all day!

Soon after I start working on my hair, Phil shouts that he's going to search for something to watch on Netflix. That's not so bad, is it?

When there's nearly no evidence of my hobbit hair left, I enter the TV room where I find Phil has chosen something called Attack on Titan. From the looks of it, it's a show about giant naked cannibals that attack a city and show no mercy.

Sounds great!

Well, in all honesty, it's something I think I'll enjoy.

Actually, I think I already have enjoyed it.

Stupid amnesia.

Newfound mental disability aside, Phil just made some popcorn. Let's do this.

*Phil's POV*

I think I'm making a bad decision.

Like, a really bad decision.

I really wasn't planning on it, but my arm is sliding around Dan's shoulders, and there's nothing stopping me.

"P-Phil? What are you..."

I try to speak, but no words come out.

I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself.

And then my thoughts from earlier at the hospital come flooding back.

"Uh- um- well you see," I stutter, trying to spit out the only words that could get me out of this situation.

"Yes?"

"Dan, we're in a relationship."

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whAt

I told you guys I told you

well I mean if you read my other most recent update, you know that I said this was coming soon

I'm really sorry these chapters are slow, but they're supposed to be longer so I'm trying

love you guys

-hann