The distant rumble of thunder drew closer as a shard of lightning ignited the sky, illuminating the sheets of rain pelting down onto the unusually empty streets of London. Crowds of people huddled under umbrellas and even the moon cowered behind grey storm clouds as the sky lit up once again.
Dan and Phil sat on their couch, staring out of the window for a few seconds to see the cold, unwelcoming weather before turning back to the movie they were watching. A soft, fleece blanket was spread loosely over their legs, a huge bowl of popcorn sitting between them. They snuggled into the couch, lethargy kicking in after a long day of filming and editing.
"Are you sure the Conjuring was a good movie to watch tonight?" Phil asked, laughing slightly as Dan jumped when another growl of thunder rung through the air, the movie making the tension in the atmosphere so thick they could cut it with a knife.
"That's what makes it fun, you spork." Dan giggled, pulling the blanket up around his arms. Dan whipped his head around as Phil practically jumped off the couch. "Oh my god! It was just my phone." He explained as a loud laugh escaped Dan's mouth and he doubled over into the cushions, his eyes crinkling as he laughed. Phil smiled, staring at Dan before his face changed expression after looking down at his phone.
Dan noticed and stopped laughing. "What happened?"
Phil's head snapped up and he immediately wiped that strained look from his face. "Oh it's just PJ." He said, smiling at Dan. "I'm just gonna go and call him back, pause the film would you?"
Dan obliged, smiling and pausing the film before turning to go on social media for a bit. He burst out laughing at a picture on tumblr and mentally made a note to show Phil once he came back when he heard muffled voices. It was Phil but he sounded strange. Almost... Worried.
Dan walked to the door, standing next to it and pressing his ear to it. "I know but I can't do it tonight... What do you mean? No! I said I would do it but I also said I needed time!"
Phil sounded worried and Dan wondered what this was about. It definitely didn't sound like Phil was talking to PJ.
"No! I'm not going to agree with everything you say like a little bitch!..."
Was someone blackmailing Phil?
No. Surely Dan was just overthinking things. Phil's argumentative tone gave away and he admitted defeat, ending the phone call with a petty sigh and a quiet "okay."
Dan ran back to the couch, grabbing his phone and curling up to the side again. "What was that about?" He asked Phil when he had walked back in.
"It was just PJ." He replied with a small smile.
"But you sounded worried." Dan said, a weird feeling of anxiety overpowering his stomach.
"Like I said, it was just PJ." Phil said again. This time slower and possessing a more firm tone. Dan didn't know why, but he felt uneasy, almost intimidated by Phil. He must've visibly flinched because Phil relaxed, sitting next to Dan and patting his knee soothingly.
"It was just PJ. He's working on a new short film and he just wanted to know if I wanted to take part." Phil explained, his tone softer, but still firm.
And even though he didn't believe a single word of what Phil had just said, Dan didn't have the energy to argue back.
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"Phil." Dan said, sleepily patting Phil's shoulder. They were still laying on the couch, curled up in each other's arms. Dan had just woken up and looked at the time 1:24am.
"Phil, honey, wake up. It's half one in the morning, we should go up to bed."
Phil mumbled something that Dan didn't understand and he chuckled softly, brushing black hair out of Phil's eye.
