Game Over || Phan AU

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    Tw; mature language

    Dan woke up with a headache. He rolled over on his small bed and rubbed his eyes. He frowned slightly at the harsh sunlight pouring through his window.
    He picked up his phone which had been charging, and checked the time. The brightness of the screen made Dan squint, as he tried to conceal the pain in his head. 8:09.
Why the fuck had he woken up so early?
    His head pounded with pain. He sighed angrily and stuffed his head into the pillow.
    Just then, he heard his phone beep. Too loudly. The resonant sound continued to ring in his ears. He tried to ignore it, but the phone continued to ring, reminding him of the notification. He picked up his phone and unlocked it so it would stop beeping every now and then.
'One new message!
Philly;) : Hey Dan! Sorry to bother you, but I have some mail for you. The postal service still sends it here sometimes. Want me to drop it off?'
    Dan rolled his eyes. It was just Phil. He quickly responded.
'Nah mate. It cool if I stop thr?' He pressed send, and instantly received a reply.
'Ofc!! Stop by anytime.' Dan smiled. This just happened to be one of the times he was aware of how much of a jerk he could be. He felt bad.
    Dan slowly got out of his bed, stretching. He took his sweatpants off and exchanged them for some black skinny jeans that were on top of his dresser. He kept the black shirt with the neck outlined with stars that he had slept in on. He walked over to the small bathroom and fixed his fringe. He brushed his teeth, muttering swears to himself when toothpaste fell onto his shirt. He splashed some water onto it, then made his way into the kitchen, where he took his time making himself some cereal. He scrolled through tumblr as he ate.
    Once he was done, he threw some shoes on. Although he sometimes despised Phil, he was quite excited to see him. He remembered talking to him a bit yesterday at school, but he'd been drinking. He hoped he didn't say anything stupid.
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    Dan pulled into the apartment complex's driveway. He made his way to Phil's door. Before he left he sprayed some cologne on himself, no particular reason, or so he told himself, but the smell almost made him sick. Considering the fact he never wears cologne, he probably put too much on.
    He walked up the dreaded flight of stairs; he was never able to make it up those properly before, he didn't expect much different this time.
    When he finally made it up, he knocked on Phil's door. He looked down at his feet and rocked back and forth, waiting for an answer.
    He was greeted with Phil's smiling face. He looked... Adorable.
    "Hey Dan! Come in!" Phil smiled softly, stepping aside and welcoming Dan in.
    Dan took a few steps forward and entered the flat he had once lived in. It was so neat, and the walls were no longer plain white, they had been coated with a beautiful blue color. Dans favorite. It matched Phil's eyes..
   "So, here's some letters they mailman dropped off for you." Phil glanced over at Dan, who was awfully quiet. He was still looking around.  "Dan?" Phil worriedly stepped in front of Dan.
    "O-oh y-yeah, sorry." Dan took the letters from Phil and quickly looked through them.
    Phil smiled, his tongue poking out from his mouth. Dan used to love when Phil would do that.. and he couldn't say he didn't anymore.
Stop Dan, you're staring.
Dan realized he had, in fact been staring, and quickly looked away from Phil. Dan was never like this, he never let anyone make him feel this way. Except Phil.
   "I'll be right back, okay Dan? I'm just gonna use the restroom." Phil said politely, walking over to the bathroom. He didn't really have to, he just needed to make sure he didn't look like an absolute clown before continuing to talk to Dan.
    "Alright." Dan replied. He watched as Phil walked into the bathroom. Minutes passed and he was still in there. Dan sat down on the couch, a black object on the table in front of him catching his attention. A camera. He picked it up and turned it on. Curious, he pressed play on the most recent video, titled, "Dan Howell".
    Phil was sitting in front of his bed, his blue eyes staring into the lens.
'Hey Dan!' Phil's soft voice rang out from the speaker on the camera. Damn, he thought, you could swim in those eyes.
    'I love you Dan, I always have.' Dan froze, crushed under the weight of Phil's words. He put the camera down and sat up, walking back to the front door. He placed his hand on the cold, metal door knob.
This can't be happening..
"Dan? Leaving already?" Phil's hair was neatly made, his fringe tucked to the side of his forehead.
Dan turned around, staring into Phil's ice-blue eyes. He wrapped his arm around Phil's waist and pulled him closer to himself. Dan gently pressed his lips against Phil's. His stomach filled with butterflies. Cliche, yes, but Dan loved it.
Phil's pov
Dan's warm lips pressed against Phil's own. Although Phil was taken aback, this felt perfect to him. Like it was meant to happen. He stared at Dan, kissing back. After a few moments, he shut his eyes as Dan had. Instantly, he felt Dan pull away. Dans face was bright red, his eyes like fire.
His eyes suddenly filled with anger. Sadness? "I-I-I'm..-" Phil stood, still in shock. Not saying anything, watching as Dan quickly left and slammed the door.
For the second time this week, Phil was left alone to his own tears.
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A/N: ALRIGHT THIS WAS BAD BUT I TRIED. OKAY? OKAY. NFCKSKNENDND.