As Bright As The Sun (Phan)

Chapter One.

Groaning loudly, he tried his best to cover his ears, but to no avail. It'd been almost a full month since Phil moved in, and he swore he'd never get used to hearing him singing in the shower. He was loud and didn't seem to care whether or not anyone was trying to sleep, and he was a baritone so it rang throughout Dan's entire body, which annoyed him. Rolling over onto his other side, facing the door, he glared through it, like if he tried hard enough it would burn through and scorch Phil.

"Dan?"

Shaken from his thoughts he blinked for a moment before realizing the voice was coming from the other side of the door, and with a sigh he heaved himself out of his bed, wrapping the duvet around his shoulders, and walked to the door. Upon opening it he saw Phil giving him a sheepish grin, a towel wrapped around his hips tightly, causing him to quirk a brow at his state.

"Hey, I was wondering if I could borrow some clothes, I know this is going to sound weird, but I forgot them at my other flat, and I really need some. It'll only be this once I promise." 

Grunting, he thought of slamming the door in his face, but something about the expression on his face. The way his eyes begged for anything at all, he couldn't say no. Sighing, he held up a finger and closed the door again, losing the duvet to only stand in his boxers and go to his drawers. They looked about the same height, though Dan had a good inch on him, but his pants often didn't fit anyways. Grabbing a pair of black jeans he went for tops, eventually settling on a galaxy jumper, it seemed like Phil's style. 

"Here. Try these." 

Forgetting entirely about covering himself with the duvet, he threw the clothes at a now grinning Phil, who's eyes were shining with appreciation, to which he only rolled his eyes, waving his hand at him. But as he went to close his door, arms wrapped around him and alarms went off inside of his head. His personal space bubble was been invaded and he grew stiff. He didn't push the other off of him though, he didn't even speak as Phil eventually let him go and went into his own room to change.

Closing the door slowly, he locked it and went to lay on his bed. What had just happened? He'd grown up in a family that hadn't really used physical contact to express affection, so this was rather new to him. What exactly did it mean? He wasn't what quite sure what to make of it. All he knew is that it was strange, so it made perfect sense that Phil would do it. Upon hearing the front door slam shut, he let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding in and slide off his bed, retrieving the duvet once again and shuffling to the lounge, flopping onto the couch and sighing. 

It was strange now, being alone in the flat. He used to be fine living alone, but he'd begun to notice that whenever Phil left he found himself missing him a tiny bit, the way he'd chatter so much that there was never a moment of quiet, so he he wouldn't be left alone with his thoughts. Grunting again he shook himself free of those thoughts and squished his face into the couch, smiling softly. Smiling wasn't something he did often, he saw no point for it, but right now it felt right. Something about what Phil had done had left a warm, secure feeling in him and he felt at peace with himself for the first time in a long time. He wasn't stupid, he knew it was a hug, but something about the hug, the gratefulness of the action, the appreciation of it. That was new to him.

No one was ever grateful of what he did.

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He didn't know how long he'd been laying there, but obviously he must've fallen asleep because the next thing he knew the door knob was jiggling and Phil was walking, well more like waddling, in with a few bags full of food. Sitting up quickly he quietly observed his actions, squinting his eyes against the sudden intrusion of light.

"Phil? What's all this about?"

"Hm? Oh. I noticed we were running out of food, so I got us some. Nothing big. Tesco was having a sale anyways, so I thought, why the heck not? Plenty of food now."

He'd noticed awhile ago that Phil liked to ramble on about the same thing over and over again, as if though he hadn't gotten it across the first time. Shaking his head he kept the duvet wrapped around him tightly and nodded, mostly in approval. They had been running low on food, and Dan usually forgot to go and purchase anything until it was dire, so maybe this was good. For some reason Phil looked different and that's when he remembered he was wearing his clothes.

Quietly observing him again as he began to put the food away he saw how well the jumper suited him and couldn't help but let a small smile grace his lips, only to vanish the second the other looked over at him with a questioning glance, but didn't speak. And that's were they stayed for a moment or two, eyes locked, one questioning, and one panicked. He'd been caught staring, there was no denying that.

"See something you like?"

His face became laced with a light pink blush and he was about to snap at him for asking such questions, when he realized he meant the food, and only grew quiet. He was about to yell at him for something so stupid, and it only made him growl in an upset manner.

"No. I don't, never mind. I'm going in my room."

"Okay, goodnight Dan. Sweet dreams."

"Whatever."

With that he huffed and stomped back to his own room, he didn't know why or how, but Phil was the cause of his current mood, and he hated it. How dare Phil have such control of his emotions like that with only a simple question. It was stupid. Slamming his door shut he locked it and decided to have his temper tantrum on his bed, under his duvet. 

"Stupid Phil."

Feeling a bit better after muttering those words, he straightened out in his bed and sighed, feeling like he could actually go to sleep now with a clear mind. That is, until he heard a knock on his door and groaned, getting up and going to his door, growling in Phil's face, who shrunk back a little. He couldn't help but feel guilty and leaned against his door, nodding to let him know he could speak.

"I - I did get you something, here."

Suddenly, something was pushed towards him and he scrambled to catch it before it fell onto the ground, looking at the object that had been placed in his hands he realized it was a box of Maleteasers, his favorite candy. Taken aback he looked up to thank him, or say anything in general, but all that came out was a squeak, and he bit his lip nervously, ashamed. Especially when Phil began to laugh.

"I'm sorry. But that was so cute. Your welcome though, now you can't complain about me not listening when you talk anymore, eh? Goodnight Dan."

Looking down at the ground, he didn't look at him as he began to walk away, but his hand shot without his permission and latched onto his arm, his mouth and brain working together without his consent. He looked up in as much surprise as Phil and immediately let him go, holding the box to his chest, his mouth suddenly working.

"GoodnightPhilBye."

And on that note he slammed the door in his face, and sat back against it, sliding down onto the ground, shaking his head. What the hell had that been all about? Whatever it was, it had sure surprised both of them. Sighing he got up and went to his bed, setting the box of sweets on his bed side and snuggling into his duvet. And he was cursing this man.

This man who could make him flustered from just a simple act of kindness.

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Okay okay, I'm working overtime here, pay up. No, no. I'm joking. But seriously, I hope you've enjoyed this chapter, it took me awhile to create it, but it's a masterpiece, thank you, thank you. Dan is slowly warming up to the idea of having Phil as his room mate, in his life. Second Chapter may take a day or two to upload, but I promise it won't be long before it's uploaded, toodles!