Two. (Phan)

3. Dan

He stepped into the lounge and Dan sucked in air.

He never got used to the way Phil looked.

Maybe it was because he was head-over-heels in denial about his feelings toward his best friend, but Phil...didn't look like anybody else.

Like, nobody looked like anybody else, but it was just the way Phil was. He made everyone look ordinary and then you look at him....

It was like whenever he went into a room, he sucked all the air out of it like a vacuum and replaced it with super clean and new and improved air.

He couldn't describe Phils physical appearance. It wouldn't do him justice. Phil looked like words that hadn't been invented yet. Phil would be the one to invent the words, thoug

Every time Phil walked into a room, Dans fingers would slip on the piano keys. Not because he was untalented or anything, quite the contrary, actually.

It was just that, every time he saw Phil, his mind would momentarily go blank, and the only thing he could see, and hear, and think of was Phil. That's why he preferred practising in his room. Not because Phil was annoying or loud, that wasn't the distracting part. It was just Phil....being Phil. How could he compose a sonata when every time he looked at Phil, his only thoughts would be the feeling of holding his hand? Jesus.

Now, Dan liked job.

Being born with an incredible talent always made life easier.

It was easy, and he hated that.

Of course the decision to drop out of university in his third year was tough to make but eventually, he started getting calls for small gigs.

It started small, but time was flying quickly. From bars to fancy restaurants, his career was taking off and he found himself, for once, following his dream. It was so simple.

Then he began to write music.

He, not literally, blew up.

All in the last few months, he was being asked by radios and producers for a chance to record and play what he created. He remembered the first time someone was slightly interested in what he made. He didn't think it could get any better.

Then it got better.

A video of him playing was put online and he gained so much recognition, it seemed everyone knew who he was. He was THE piano prodigy guy. Admired by the young and appreciated by the old all over the world, he was a proper celebrity, and the fact he was a celebrity from playing classical piano, made him even more popular.

He was being offered big bucks to do something at such a second nature to him. It was an easy life.

It was easy and he hated that.

He hated how he was being praised constantly for something he hardly worked for. It made him feel cheap. Fake.

That's why it was hard living with Phil sometimes, cause Phil was everything he aspired to be.

Phil worked hard, so damn hard for everything he did. He worked for his fame. His numerous bestselling author titles. Those first drafts of books and poems he went mindnumb for. He worked hard, but Dan couldn't say Phil wasn't gifted.

Phil was something way better then a prodigy.

Something that couldn't be taught by any parent or teacher.

Phil Lester was poetry.

Not a poet, because Phil can't fall under any category, and that implies that he didn't embody every single phrase and sentence and description and rhyme that poetry is. Phil had a way of talking, ever since they first met.

It couldn't be an inheritance, because how do you teach someone to describe how an ocean breathes different at every moment of the day? How the galaxies are alive?

How do you live with someone like that .

While Dan wrote sheet music, Phil was stopping wars and melting hearts.

It was cruel to have someone like him around, but such a blessing. Phil would tell Dan exactly how leaves fall off a tree and Dan would play Phils poems on the cold plastic keys.

He couldn't escape the poetry. He didn't want to. It was in his music and in his heart and in everything that reminded him of Phil.

Phil had power. So much power over him. He was so tied up in Phil it would take years to unravel such a knot.

Phil could bring the sky to life, or make it come crashing down.

Phil could rip apart Dan in less than a sentence.

Dan stuck around though.

Cause if Phil's gonna be the death of him, that's how he'd wanna go.

Cause after you meet someone like Phil,

where else would you need to go?

/////////This chapter was a bitch to write and i'm still not happy with it but i'm uploading it anyway for all the tens of people who read my garbage. Shoutout! Thanks for sticking around.

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-Haley