Dan and Phil oneshots.

Me too

Dans pov

12 Skype calls missed, read my laptops screen.

At seventeen, I had recently started talking to a boy called Phil.

He had his own YouTube channel, just like me, and we spoke on Skype a lot of the time.

I set up a video call between us, and then waited until it connected.

When it did, Phil wasn't on the screen, but it was as if he was covering the camera with his hands.

"Dan?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah Phil, it's me.. What are you doing, where are you?".

"I have to tell you something." he hiccuped.

"Yes, what is it?" I replied happily.

"I-" he started, not saying anything else.

"What it is Phil?" I smiled.

"I-.. I love you." he whispered.

I wish I could see him, but as his face was not to be seen, and only the blurry black nothingness the screen shown. Something clearly covering the camera.

He ended the call, and I was left with my head in my hands, shocked.

He wouldn't answer his phone or Skype, or anything at all. Until three days later.

I phoned him, listened patiently to the four or five rings until he answered.

"Dan?"

"Phil, it's me."

"Yes?" he said, more of a question rather than a statement.

"I can understand why you feel that way..or more, what it feels like." I choked, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Because that's how I feel about you right now."