One Shots [PHAN]

Heart-Shaped Sucker 2

A/N: heyyyy so this the sequel to the story before this and this does not belong to me

http://howellesterfics.tumblr.com/post/132970714834/heart-shaped-sucker-part-2

Warnings: food mentions, smut, swearing

~happy reading~

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It was eight in the morning when Phil dragged a half asleep Dan Howell onto the bus, ignoring the lingering stares of early commuters and the wrinkles of their old age; the piercing, beady stares that focus between their crinkly newspapers and the two staggering boys. Phil concentrated his efforts on getting both of them safely to a seat to begin their long journey to Camber Sands, because the last thing he wishes to do is cause trouble with an elderly homophobe in busy public transportation.

He supposes it doesn't help that Dan is wearing quite skimpy light blue jean shorts and a lilac T-shirt, adorned in the quirky print of cartoon cacti. That's okay, though, because the older boy finds the outfit quite cute. It didn't bother him at all when he had walked to Dan's house this morning and dragged him out of bed, forcing the lazy boy to get dressed with the agreement that he could nap on the bus.

He had gotten the opportunity to pick out the clothes for him and dress him, blushing at the sight of Dan's exposed body and the sleepy snide remarks he unexpectedly made, eyelashes fluttering between open and closed. And now Dan still struggled to remain in a state of consciousness, plopping down into a seat unceremoniously and glancing around. His vision must have went bleary because he repeatedly rubbed his eyes with his fists before straightening out his pastel purple choker, pulling it away from his neck and letting it snap back into place.

"I'm fucking exhausted. You're lucky I like the beach, because I wouldn't be up this early on a Saturday for anything." He grumbles, before his head drops against Phil's shoulder and he yawns.

Neither of them make a sound in the next thirty minutes of the trip, not even when Phil takes out his earbuds and carefully places one in the curve of Dan's ear, letting the space-like wonder of Muse fill his senses, whether he be asleep or awake.

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They arrived at the stop nearest to the beach sooner than expected, the bus braking to a halt and causing Phil to startle, staring as people filed out of the bus doors. Luckily it registered in his mind that this was their destination, and he began shaking Dan's shoulders hurriedly in attempt to wake him up.

"We're here!" He exclaimed whilst still whispering, glancing up to see the bus driver glaring back at him with obvious impatience, the doors open and waiting.

Dan scrunches his nose up but doesn't reply, burying his head further against the flat surface of the older boy's chest and muttering unintelligibly.

"If you don't wake up now, I'm leaving you here and he'll drive you straight to Scotland, so have fun with the kilts, you lazy oaf." Phil pokes the boy's side stubbornly.

This seems to rouse him from his slumber successfully, and he unsteadily clambers onto his feet and stumbles towards the door. He looks about as coordinated as a blind man avoiding a laser maze, a pink backpack slung over his shoulder and his brunet hair falling messily in curls. He makes it to the exit before he turns around, an unexpected, cheeky smirk dancing across his features.

Phil raises an eyebrow inquisitively, wondering what could be so important to further frustrate the already annoyed driver by delaying their departure even more.

"You're only suggesting that so you can look up my kilt, is that it? Blowing on bagpipes, no less. What a filthy mind. Filthy, filthy boy, Phillip. I'm disgusted." Dan rants sleepily, before finally walking down the small steps to reach the pavement.