Phan Christmas Marathon

December 14th-Chapter 1

Edit: ((Wow, I forgot to put the prompt. Here it is: Prompt #11: 2009!Dan trying to forget about Phil as he makes out with his classmate, convincing himself that it's better to give up all hopes of dating his idol, and then suddenly his computer dings and it's something stupid like "I love lions" but it's enough and Dan's mind goes blank because wow Phil by: phanfictionprompts at Tumblr.))

Dan's POV:

I place my hand on his cheek and use the other to support me as I kiss him.

He reaches up and tangles his hands in my hair.

I lean forward more causing him to fall back against the pillows.

As I do so, my mind keeps drifting to Phil Lester, who, you may not know, is a YouTuber and is pretty much my idol.

I try to keep my thoughts here, in Wokingham, England, with my classmate and current boyfriend because it's not like Phil would ever be my boyfriend.

I bite said boyfriend's bottom lip and he immediately grants me entrance.

I'm about to make the kiss deeper when my computer dings suddenly.

"Shi-" I start then sigh, trying to calm my racing heart from the sudden jump scare and lean back.

"What is it?" Santiago, or Connor as he likes to go by his middle name since British people can't pronounce his name "correctly", asks, grinning slightly.

"I don't know..." I mutter, getting up and walking over to my computer on the other side if the room.

I sit at the chair in front of the desk and wake up the screen.

Message from: Phil Lester

I love lions.

I stare at the screen for a few seconds.

Did Phil Lester just interrupt my make-out session with my boyfriend to tell me he loves lions, which, I already know because he has said it a million times before!

Connor gets up and stands behind me, crouching down and placing his head on my shoulder, staring at the screen.

"What's wrong?" He asks, I guess he thought that from the look on my face.

"Nothing, just..." My voice trails.

"Who's Phil Lester?" He asks me.

I glance at him, a grin tugging on my lips.

"Jealousy is a nice color on you Con."

"I'm not jealous!" Connor protests, standing up, his face turning red.

I spin the chair around, it's one of those chairs that you'd see in office cubicles but the smaller version, and face him, grinning still.

"Phil is just a friend of mine that I met a few years back, there's nothing to worry about Con." I place my hands on his cheeks and pull him towards me, kissing him lightly.

He makes a sound of disbelief at me but I ignore it.

"I have to go anyways," Connor mutters.

"Aw, why?" I whine.

"Mum wants me home early to meet some of her friends sons that are apparently my age." Connor doesn't look happy about having to go.

"Aw," I hold out my arms to him and he accepts the hug. "I don't want you to leave."

"I have to," he says without much effort to sound like he's even trying.

"No," I tell his hair.
Connor chuckles before disentangling himself from my arms.