Skype Calls ;phan fiction;

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Phil: can we skype today, i miss your baby face
DanHowell: i was gonna say yes, but then you said i have a baby face
Phil: no.. please i didn't mean it, you're just so lovely and beautiful
DanHowell: is there anything i could do to make you not want to skype me
Phil: there's one way..
DanHowell: and what is that
Phil: send nudes
DanHowell: okay i'm ready to skype
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dans pov-

butterflies flew in dans stomach, his hands got clammy, his mind raced. he must admit, he loved phil, his jet black hair, slim body, perfect blue ocean eyes, and all the rest, he just didn't wanna give in to phil. not yet. what if he doesn't like me? what if i looked ugly with my shitty camera? what if i said something i'm gonna regret? what if's raced through dans head, without them escaping, dan heard the faint buzzing noice that showed phil was calling him. dan wanted to ignore it, but something told him that he shouldn't. dan bit his bruised lip, from doing it so many times when phil continuously hit on him.

"h-hey", dan stuttered seeing phils pixelated face
"hello beautiful, and look who's stuttering now", phil giggled and covers his mouth as he always does when he makes the slightest laugh.
"shut up phil", dan brings his long black sweater up to his palms and covers his mouth giggling.
"you're so pretty dan"
"what did i tell you, stop hitting on me" phil laughs looking at dan, staring deep into his eyes. his eyes were the type of brown that was a sweet chocolate. the chocolate that melts at the slightest form of love, or happiness.
"i'm not even that cute, or "hot" if that's what you think"
"dan... you're so hard on yourself, you never really looked in the mirror and saw yourself. you just decide to pick at the things you don't like, and act like that one thing sums up your appearance. it's not true. you're beautiful but you just don't wanna notice it. i don't know who told you, that you were ugly but it's not true, why would you even listen to that, i love all your flaws and everything about you"
"p-phil", dan brings his hands from his mouth, his eyes start to burn, his tears forming in his eyes relive the burning sensation.
"what baby", dan rubs his eyes.
"number one; don't call me that"
"and number two; phil i-i" dan quickly bit his tongue holding in the two words that almost slipped out of his mouth.
"thank you", dan said smiling looking at phil wiping his soon to be fallen tears.