Dan and Phil oneshots.

Make It Stop!

Phils pov

12:32 pm

I could hear Dan pacing around his room, he always does that at this time of night.

Another arguement.

Another slam of a door.

Another night alone.

I knocked on the wall.

"What?" said Dan, sounding agitated.

"You seem irritated at something." I replied.

"Well maybe I am, what's it to you?" he huffed.

"Dan you're my boyfriend.." I sighed.

"Leave me alone!" he shouted abruptly, making me jump.

I didn't answer to that, and did as he said. I switched on my laptop, and replied to some twitter mentions, and YouTube video comments.

I was never usually up at this time, I'm usually almost always sleeping by about elevenish.

The argument was still swirling in my head, even when I was trying to keep distracted.

I could still hear him pacing around his room.

I slid my laptop off of my lap, and got up to open my door. After that, I slowly but surely opened the door to Dans bedroom.

He looked up from the floor, and seemed surprised but annoyed.

"What are you doing?" he said emotionlessly.

"Coming to see if you're okay." I answered.

"I'm perfectly fine, thank you." he said, trying to close the door on me.

"But Da-"

He slammed the door on my face.

"Forget it Dan!" I screeched, swearing at him a couple times.

"Just leave me alone!" He shouted.

"There's obviously something wrong." I mumbled into his bedroom door.

There was a long pause, before I heard Dan get up and unlock the door.

"I don't want to speak to you, Phil." he said, giving me a death glare.

"I don't want to speak to you either Dan, I just want you to tell me what's wrong." I said sharply.

"You don't care about me! Every person I've been in a relationship with has been the exact same!" He said, then seemed surprised at himself for what he just said.

"I do Dan, I really do!" I pleaded.

"We have to stop arguing." he sighed.

"I know.." I agreed.

He sighed, and pointed to his bed and laptop.

I gave him a questioning look, until he gently took my hand and led me over to his bed.

"Look at this.." he mumbled, trying to hide the fact that tears were beginning to form in his perfect eyes.

He looked at the wall, trying to hide his face with his hands and his hair.

I looked at the laptop he had gestured to, an seen at least thirty posts of me and Dan from Starbucks earlier on today.

Someone had found us in Starbucks, but it was when Dan had tried to kiss me quickly and subtly.

This person obviously had amazingly good timing.

"Look at all the reposts, retweets and favourites, Phil!" he cried.

"It's developing as we speak!".

I rubbed Dan's back, and pulled him close to me, wiping any trace of tears from his face.

He did the same to me without me even knowing it.

"Don't they care about us?" Dan whispered.

"They care a lot, you know they do." I pleaded.

I felt Dan tense up in my arms, obviously still distressed about the whole situation.

"Right." I said calmly, after a long silence.

Dan looked up at me, his eyes looking at me worriedly.

"It's obvious what we have to do now." I continued.

I took Dans laptop, placed it on my lap, and began clicking.

Dan left me to it, looking out of the window.

"We have to come out."