Caffeine (Phan)

Chapter 3

Dan's POV

After Dan had said his goodbyes to Phil and walked home, he was confused. Confused at why he was going to kiss Phil, confused as why Phil didn't move away, but sat, waiting. Was Phil gay? It was a question that made Dan over think their friendship. Why did he feel like he needed Phil in romantic way?

While Dan thought this all through, he was sitting on his couch. He looked around his drab living room. Not as lovely as Phil's place. He wasn't quite sure why this tall, black haired person has taken over his thoughts. He decided to push the thoughts of his mind. His phone beside him bloops, and when he sees it was Phil, sending him a text, he chuckles. So much for that. 

Phil: Dan! You weren't at the coffee shop like you said you would be, are you alright?

Dan curses, completely forgetting to tell Phil he wasn't gonna be there because he was sick. They had decided when they first hung out that they would meet up there. He decides on telling him he's sick, but usually he doesn't like letting people know he's puking up his guts. He is so lame, Dan thought to himself. He replies quickly

Yeesh, sorry, I woke up last night vomiting. I completely forgot to tell you. How about soon as I'm better?

Phil: Why not right now? I like having company when I'm sick. Are you contagious?

No, I think it's the stomach flu. 

Phil: Then I'm coming over, do you like soup? 

Dan stares at the screen, and then looks down at himself. He was a mess! Hobbit hair, a gross, sweaty shirt because he had gotten a hot flash about ten minutes ago, not to mention the snotty tissues. His eyes widen. It doesn't take that long to either buy soup or make it and head over to his place. Jumping up, ignoring the wave of nausea that hits him, he gathers the used tissues and throws them away. He decides on a quick rinse, with cold water, because he felt like he was on fire. (a/n- ;) lol) Maybe it was mainly because Phil was coming over. After getting out, he pads to his room and finishes drying off before pulling on boxers and a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and warm socks.  A series of knocks and a muffled, 'Dan!' comes through the front door. 

"Come in!" Dan yells, trying to find a clean shirt. He really needs to do his laundry. 

"I can't open the door and I'm going to drop the soup if I try!" Phil replies, and he goes joggingto the door. Another wave of nausea hits him, and he takes a deep breath before opening the door. 

"Thank goodness I was-" Phil stops what he was saying when he saw that Dan was shirtless. Dan's cheeks turn red, and he tries to ignore the way Phil's eyes lingered on his chest. 

"Uh, come in," He says, opening the door wider for Phil. Dan watches as Phil walks straight into the kitchen, setting what I'm assuming is the soup in two take out bowls on the counter. 

"I hope you like chicken noodle, I wasn't sure." Phil says, fixing his black fringe. "Is that your natural hair?" He says, nodding towards Dan. 

"Yeah, it's a mess. I hate it, that's why I usually use a straightener." He runs a hand through his hair a couple of times, trying to tame it.

"Nah, I like it." Phil says coolly, and he blushes again. He likes my hair? Do straight guys usually tell their guy friends that they like their hair?  Dan shakes his head, trying to rid himself of these thoughts.  "So, I brought the newest Avengers, I hope you haven't seen it," Phil holds up the movie, and Dan can't help but smile.

"I've seen it, but I'll watch it again. It's been awhile," Plus it would be better watching it with you, Dan thought. 

Once they had heated up the soup and were comfy on the couch, Phil hit play on the movie. But Dan couldn't pay attention, he was too busy noticing how Phil smelled, and he could only describe it as warm, comforting, and full of love.