Dan woke with a start, tangled in his sheets once again. His breathing was heavy in the dark and he wiped the sweat off his forehead. His head ached. Dan swung his legs off the bed and his shaking hand clasped around a glass of water. His tipped it back into his mouth and swallowed.
He had had such a strange dream. He stared into the dark and tried to recall it. His heart was still racing in his chest. Part of him wondered if the dream was real.
Dan stood up and checked the time on his phone. 2:32am flashed up on the screen. Dan sighed.
He stood up and walked over to Phil's room. He put his hand on the door and braced himself for the heartache of seeing an empty room again.
His ears pounded as he opened the door and flicked on the light switch.
It was empty.
Dan's heart plummeted.
What was he expecting?
"Dan?" He jumped and spun around to see a tired Phil behind him.
Dan stood terrified.
"Dan what are you doing?" Asked Phil pushing past him. "Turn the light off," he moaned.
Dan's hand shook as he did.
He heard Phil collapse into bed.
"What are you doing Dan?" He asked again.
"Phil?" Whispered Dan again.
"That's my name," sighed Phil.
Dan found his feet again and dragged the chair in the corner of the room beside Phil's bed and sat down.
"Phil," he said again, softly.
"Go to sleep," moaned Phil.
He pushed Dan lightly with his hand. Dan gasped. It was warm. It was real flesh.
Dan flicked on the lamp besides Phil's bed. Phil moaned and covered his eyes, detesting the light.
"Phil," this time Dan grinned as he said the name. "Phil you're alive!"
"That's what I've been trying to tell you," says Phil peeking at Dan from under his arm.
Dan let out a laugh and Phil grinning adorably at him, squinting from under the shadow his arm was casting.
Phil didn't have time to react as suddenly an overwhelmed Dan pushed his arm out the way and pressed his lips to Phil's. The kiss was tender and Dan was leaning down, into Phil. Dans hands were either side of Phil's head and moved to cup his cheeks.
Dan felt his face flush with heat as he pulled away. Phil was staring at him wide eyed as Dan's heart hammered in his chest. Dan felt something warm stir inside of him.
Phil oped his mouth, but Dan had already run out of the room his face burning with mortification to the point where Dan thought he was on fire.
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Craft (Dan & Phil)
FanficDan lives in a world without Phil. Of course it wasn't always like that. But a world without Phil is no world at all and now Dan's trying to find his own feet again. But perhaps he doesn't have to live without Phil. When his friend started to myster...
