It was pretty simple - Dan loved rainy days. They were dark and cloudy and had a mysterious air about them. Days like these made him feel calm and collected, made him feel in control. he stared out at the inky black sky, rain pouring down in sheets on the window of the living room of the house he shared with Phil Lester.
Phil Lester. What was Phil Lester to him?
You might as well ask what WASN'T Phil Lester to him. Best friend. Room-mate. Colleague. Inspiration.
BOYFRIEND.
"GOSH. Its been seven years and I still blush when I think of that cheeky little shit", he thought.
His train of thoughts stopped abruptly by the appearance of the boy himself. "What are you doing Dan?" "You might need to pee if you keep staring at the rain like that.", he added with a cheky smile, his tongue sticking out slightly from between his teeth, a gesture that STILL made Dan go weak in the knees. "Shut up Phil", he said with a snort trying not to smile. "You might want to stop making fun of me or else-"
"Or else what?" Phil asked, already sure Dan wouldn't be able to say what he was thinking.
"Or else- we'll have to have a talk about your sneaky snack eating problem", he finished with a flustered expression, his cheeks grew warm because he knew Phil had been expecting something that would turn him on. Phil groaned. "aw come on!"
"I'm sorry! you know I feel weird saying stuff like that!" Dan said with an expression that was equally apologetic and not. "But you know what? We can do the kind of stuff we always do----", he added with a cheeky smile.
*cue Dan and Phil sitting on the sofa playing mario*
"Fuck it! This is a stupid game. I'm not playing anymore" Dan said with an exasperated look."And since when have you become the freaking Mario God?! You were never this good!"
"Aw come on you're such a sore loser! Its just a game. Stop whin- oh no! The power's out! Oh great and now there's thunder!" Phil said in an exasperated tone.
As Phil uttered these words darkness engulfed the two boys. Dan felt his vision become useless, and as the darkness shrouded him he grasped Phil's hand. "Phil please stay here! Oh my god find a torch you spoon! please don't leave me you have no idea how scared I am right now! I-"
"I'm right here okay? I'll just go get a torch."
"WHAT NO! PHIL YOU AREN'T GOING ANYWHERE-"
"Okay fine come with me. Maybe we'll find some ghosts lounging in the hallway", he said with a grin
"DID YOU JUST- OKAY WOW! no no no no DON'T let go of my hand!!
"SHhh" Phil whispered, his face barely inches away from Dan's. "I'm right here okay" The moonlight illuminated their faces, silver flecks swimming in Phil's blue green eyes. They had always fascinated Dan, and as he focused on those beautiful eyes he could write poems after poems about, his breathing steadied. The very little moonlight that entered the room brought out the angularity of the black haired boy's features, so Dan let himself get lost in them.
Dan reached forward to kiss the black haired boy, just the way he had done millions of times before. One look from Phil could make his insides melt, and he would be overcome with affection towards him.
At that very moment the lights flickered back on, so that Phil could realise how deeply Dan was staring into his eyes. "Oookay heart eyes Howell", he giggled, referring to their fans name for the look. He kissed Dan softly on the lips, warmth spreading through his body, intoxicating his thoughts and making his insides melt into a puddle.
The two dorks spend the rest if the evening cuddling on the sofa until they fell asleep, entwined in each others arms, Dan no longer scared, for he felt unbelievably safe in the arms of the blue eyed boy who had stolen his heart seven years ago.
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Guys idek what this was I'm so sorry this is so shitty. I only wrote this because I thought it was cute that Dan is scared of the dark....
I realise this is horrible but please tell me how I can improve it in the comments
I might post more one-shots if this one gets positive responses :)
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ily xxx
