King ◇ Phan AU

C8

Doubt, noun: a feeling of uncertainty or lack of conviction

Doubt, verb: feel uncertain about or fear; be afraid

No. He shook his head.

No I am not. He tried to think of something else to take his mind off it.

I cannot be. He played around with his feeble fingers.

I deny that I am. He placed his notebook back under the bed.

I am not in love with Phil Lester. He plumped his pillow – it was becoming uncomfortable at that second.

He is related to criminals. He bowed his head, thinking of the number of executions he's had to witness, some of who were innocent and weak.

I am of higher status than him. He glanced over at a picture of his father and him, smiling at the artist as he painted their faces.

It would be unprofessional. He repositioned himself so that he sat up straight, pride in his eyes.

I will not love Phil Lester. He repeated to himself, making himself smile. All night long, thoughts about that nightmare – no, dream – were rushing throughout his mind.

"Morning Daniel!" Phil chuckled as he walked towards Dan's bed. Dan jumped in shock, how did he get up so fast?

"M-Morning Phil," he said, pretending to yawn, "and, like I've said, call me Dan."

"Oh, sorry." Phil mumbled, scratching his head, "what do I have to do today?"

"To be honest? I don't know, I'd have to ask my father," Dan said, getting out of his comfy bed. He then started breathing in some of the fresh air passing through the open window, he guessed Phil must have opened it earlier. Then there was a loud knock, "Speak of the devil."

"Daniel! Bring P-P-Peterude downstairs to have some breakfast."

"Dad, It's Phil!" Dan defended, Phil gulped, looking down at his feet as he walked behind Dan.

"No need to help, Dan. He'll just punish me anyway." Phil whispered innocently.

"Over my dead body," Dan chuckled, causing Phil to form a smile.

"Whatever, just come down for breakfast," His father said from behind the door. "He looks like a Peterude though!" Dan heard as his father descended down the spiralling staircase, always has to have the last word. That's one reason why he hates his father; he always gets his way. He may be the king of Evernon, but that doesn't mean he should others like they were a plastic bag – let alone his own family.

"Yes, breakfast!" Phil jumped, squealing with joy.

"Why are you so excited for breakfast?"

"It's the most important meal of the day, and I get to pick what I want as well – unlike dinner."

"Good point Lester, good point." He smiled, grabbing his silk dressing gown and opening the door for Phil – whose attire was a stained t-shirt and baggy joggers. Phil must have had it hard, dressing like a pauper all the time.

They ran down the stairs quicker than a cheetah on a treadmill, landing in two seats at the round table as Hannah brought out a humongous stack of bacon and numerous types of rolls to go with it, alongside a wide variety of cereals – from Coco Pops to French Toast Crunch. Dan grabbed a white roll, slicing it in half, then he slid in two crispy pieces of glorious bacon. But as Phil went to grab the box of French Toast Crunch, when he felt a tap on his arm – the king.