Phan Fluff

Hobbit Hair

No warnings. Fluff.

Third Person P.O.V.

He wakes up groggy, blinking his eyes as he looks at his clock. 10:43 it reads. He moans and rolls over, trying to go back to sleep. That is, until Phil bounds into his room.

"Daaaan! Wake up! You've got a video to make and you said we could go into town after you're done." Phil pouts, clearly not fully awake yet either but somehow, in Dan's opinion, he still manages to look adorable.

"Okay. Okay, I'm awake. Gonna make a video. Gonna go out with Phil." Go out with Phil? Why did I say that? He clears his throat awkwardly.

"Okay!" Phil smiles, not seeming to notice. "Hurry up then! I have breakfast waiting on the stove." Phil leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.

Phil's P.O.V.

I hear Dan in his room attempting to make a video. It's really cute the way he'll mess up something, try to correct it and end up messing up again. Plus, he keeps those shots in his videos, which I admire.

I amble around the house, wasting time until Dan is ready. I peek in his room and see him finishing up a video. "Click down here to subscribe to my channel." He points down. "To watch more of my videos, you can watch my last one over there." He gestures to the left. "And I will see you guys next time. Bye."

He's always kind of sexy when he does his outro. I blush. What are you thinking Phil? He's your best friend! Shaking the thoughts from my head, I leave, closing Dan's door quietly behind me.

Leaving Dan to take a shower and get ready. I just hope he doesn't take too long!

Dan's P.O.V.

I decide to just straighten my hair, make a video, and then shower. I had accidentally left my iron on, so when I took a shower, I fried it. Great idea, Dan. Good one.

I curse. My iron was fried and I hate my natural curly hair, my hobbit hair. It's a disgusting curly, fringe-y mess. Not to mention I look awful with it. I'll just have to ask Phil if I can borrow his. "Phiiiiiiiiiiil!" I say, plodding towards his room. "Can I borrow your iron? Mine's fried."

"Sure." He goes and fetches his iron, handing it to me. "I don't think you need it though." He ruffles my hair and smiles sheepishly.

"C'mon Phil. I look gross and you know it."

"No really, I think you look good." He winks, in his usual Phil way. Wait. Is he flirting with me? No, no, it's probably just friendly.

I cross my arms and put down the iron. "Oh, you think so, huh?"

He flops down on his bed, pouting once again. "Yeah, I do!"

Third Person P.O.V.

"Whatever." Dan pokes his side and sits down with him, both of them chuckling. "Fine, you know what. How about I just fix it a little and we can go out, okay? No iron needed." Phil breaks out into a grin and starts running his finger through Dan's hair. Dan tenses up at his touch, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Oh! I'm sorry. Does that bother you?" Phil asks worriedly.

"No. No, don't stop." Dan blushes fiercely. "It feels nice." Dan mumbles, turning into a tomato. The other boy hums, continuing to mess with his hair.

Phil presses up against Dan while trying to get to the top of his hair. Dan's breath hitches. Phil chuckles, blushing slightly. "Hey Dan?" He mumbles. Dan looks up at him, only to feel pressure on his lips.

It doesn't take Dan long to react as Phil pulls him closer by the waist. Dan soaks in the feeling of Phil's lips against his, and it ends sooner than he'd like it to. "What does this make us Phil?"

"I was thinking boyfriends, but, I mean, if that makes you uncomfortable-" Dan cuts him off with another kiss, smiling.

"I would love that, you idiot." Dan says, resting his forehead on Phil's. Arms draped around Phil's shoulders, Phil's hand on his hips.

"But I'm your idiot." Phil whispers. "And you love me."

"That I do, Phil. That I do."