Not Just Skin Deep (A Dan And Phil Fanfiction )

Chapter 2

Dan's POV:

I awoke, dazed, confused as to why I was squashed into the corner of the sofa. Then I remembered yesterday evening. The sun shone brightly through the window, half blinding so it forced me to look away.

Wait... Why is Phil still asleep on my lap?

Phil's head was resting against my chest and his legs were tucked up to his stomach so that he formed a small ball. I felt his ribcage press into mine as his lungs expanded. His breathing was deep and steady and, if I stayed perfectly still, I could just make out the rhythm of his heart beat.

I couldn't stay like this all morning, just waiting for Phil to move. He could be here for hours and plus I had already started to lose feeling in my leg.
"Phil?", I whispered, gently shaking his shoulder. There was no reply, so I shook him a little harder this time. "Phil, wake up."
"Huh?", murmured Phil.
"I said wake up, sleepy head."

As soon as Phil opened one eye, he seemed to go into a sudden state of shock. In the space of a second, he uncurled from his ball, pushed away from me and sat bolt upright, about a foot from his original position. I noticed that his breathing was shallow and much faster than before, as if he'd just seen a ghost.

"Phil... Is everything ok?", I asked, for I was concerned but curious.
"Erm...erm...", Phil hesitated, his eyes wide. "Yes... I just had a bad dream, that's all." I could tell that he was very unsure about his answer. After knowing this man for over seven years, it was pretty easy to recognise when he was lying and he was definitely lying now.

"Phil... I wasn't born yesterday. I know you're lying."
"No I'm not!", answered Phil, even more unconvincingly.
"Honestly, Phil.", I said. "In all the time we've been friends, I've always known if you're not telling the truth. So, why don't you tell me what's happened and not drag this out any longer?"
"Stop treating me like a child!" Phil shouted. He stood up off the sofa, as if to assure his authority. "We're grown men, Dan. We don't have to tell each other every little thing that goes on in our lives!" Phil was clearly getting more agitated and, surprisingly, I was becoming more intimated by him.

Phil never got this defensive about things. I wasn't used to him reacting in such an extreme way so I was quite taken aback by this. I decided I probably shouldn't say anything for now. However, I wasn't aware of what he said next because it was the way he said it that stunned me. His voice, seemed unstable and shaky and his right hand was trembling. At that moment, a single tear drop fell from Phil's face. Both eyes were welling up now, and threatened to overflow in a tsunami of emotion.

Instinctively, I ran up to Phil with my arms outstretched, ready to comfort him with a hug, but I couldn't. Once a was within arm's reach of him, I came to a sudden halt and could not move any further forward. Phil had grabbed both my hands so that or fingers were interlocked. For a moment we just started at each other, unblinking.
"Phil, what the hell are you doing?"
"I don't know, Dan.", Phil mumbled through the tears.

Suddenly, I realised that Phil's face was drawing closer to mine. I began to hyperventilate as I couldn't prevent what would surely happen next. I was right.

Our lips met and my heart was beating faster than a race horse.

Phil is kissing me. Phil. Is. Kissing. Me. Phil Lester is fucking kissing me!

It felt like my heart was threatening to tear out of my chest any second; I was completely overwhelmed by this bombardment of emotion. It was slow and fast, both at once, soft and gentle but it burned with passion. Phil loosened his grip and slid his hands round my waste then reaching up behind my back. He clung onto my shoulders, as if for dear life. As he did so, I moved my hands up behind his neck and ran my fingers through his thick, black hair, then bringing them down so my palms rested on his checks. I pulled away to breath, just about an inch, so our foreheads were touching.

"Dan,", Phil whispered. "I think... I think I love you. In a way that I never thought I would. I'm so sorry for getting angry with you. I'm so sorry if this has been a huge shock to you. But, believe me, I'm just as confused as you are."
"That's ok Phil." I said, standing back so we could see each other clearly. "I feel the same way about you. I think I have for a long time, but I tried to ignore it because...because... I was scared. I was scared of what I felt because I didn't understand. But, now I do."

I gazed into Phil's bright, blue eyes and he returned the look. They were so mysterious, like a foreboding ocean, as if you could drown in the their entrancing, depths. But all the while, they willed you to stay afloat, only half submerged so you were still in control of yourself.

"Well,", I said, blushing (and a bit out of breath). "What do we do now?"
"Pancakes!", exclaimed Phil, enthusiastically.
"Alright. Pancakes it is then." A huge smile spread across my face; he was still his same old crazy self and I wouldn't have him any other way.